WARNING: The following story is true; it contains explicit descriptions of young male nudity, masturbation, and oral sex. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county, state, country, etc), please stop now.
In telling this story, I attempt to portray my early gay experiences as typical of the sexual awakenings of a closeted gay teen in the 70's. While the experiences herein are true, they actually happened over the course of about four years or so; in the interest of brevity, I have condensed some of these multiple encounters into one. A couple of years into my relations with this individual, I also found myself becoming sexually active with another high school friend but that story is for another series.
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-= Part 6: Going For It =-
His cock continued to spasm and his body involuntarily jerked each time my cum-covered tongue licked his swollen glans; gently squeezing his still-hard cock at the base, I ran my thumb up its turgid length, coaxing out the last drops of his milky essence. I licked the top of his glans, adding the small pool of jizz to the remnants still left on my slickened tongue before opening my throat and plunging my mouth one last time on his beautiful cock. Clamping his pole tightly with my lips, I slowly withdrew my mouth, suctioning up any remaining trace of his cum.
Sitting back upright, I licked at the corners of my mouth before once again savoring the taste and texture of his cream; I couldn't believe how good it tasted, and my head reeled with the thought of him cumming in my mouth. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I swallowed hard, sending the last of his cum down my throat. As the precious fluid slid down the back of my throat, a contented growl of satisfaction rattled in my cum-covered vocal chords.
Chuck lay there silent and motionless, limp with satisfaction after his explosive climax; I could only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind.
I got up from between his legs and sat on the side of the bed, my head still swimming with the thought of what I had just done. Although I had long fantasized about exploring his cock with my mouth, I hadn't really followed that thought through to its inevitable conclusion; when that moment had finally presented itself, some whole new desire that I never knew existed had taken control. Even though I had tasted his cum once before, tentatively and secretly from my hand after I had jerked him off, it had been a whole different matter to have his cock spew his cum directly into my mouth, still hot with the heat of his body, warm and alive on my tongue. I was hooked.
Without a word between us, I pulled my legs up onto the bed, laying on my side with my back to him; as I did this, I felt Chuck turn toward me, moving over slightly to allow me some room on the small twin bed. As I snuggled in, feeling his chest to my back and his deflating cock against my ass, his left arm fell across my chest, pulling me closer.
We lay there quietly for a moment, each lost in our own thoughts. I could feel his breath lightly against the back of my neck, and the coarse hair on his legs against the back of my thighs.
"That was awesome..." he whispered, breaking the silence. Giving me a quick squeeze with his arm at my chest, he snuggled up against me, playfully humping my ass with his crotch.
"Yeah...anytime..." I offered, pushing my ass back against him. I smiled to myself, drifting off to sleep.
I awoke a few hours later, still snuggled up against him; he had sprung another erection, and his stiff cock was now between my thighs, absently pumping back and forth, tickling the base of my balls. Not sure if he was yet awake, my left hand reached down past my own morning woody and my fingers grasped at the tip of his cock poking through my now-clenched legs; it was slick with pre-cum and I played with it for a few minutes before we heard a car in the driveway.
His Mom was home from her overnight shift; we quickly jumped out of bed, grabbing our clothes to get dressed and desperately trying to tuck our morning wood into our jeans. After taking turns in the bathroom, we went downstairs.
"Good morning, you two!" his Mom said, looking a bit tired after her graveyard shift. "What did you boys do last night? Did you have fun?"
Not looking at each other, Chuck and I both said something like "Yeah, it was fun...didn't do much..." and changed the subject to what was for breakfast.
Each of us, I'm sure, was feeling a little strange about the turn our relationship had taken during the night; it was one thing to give a buddy a hand job, but it was another thing entirely to actually suck him off and swallow his load. While I certainly had no regrets, I was worried that maybe he did.
Riding my bike home later that morning, I replayed the events of the previous night over and over in my head, wondering how this would affect our relationship. I knew, now, that I was gay; I wasn't 'experimenting' anymore...I loved cock, and I accepted that. But how would he deal with being sucked off by another guy?
But something he had said that night came back to me, and I began wondering if - just maybe - he HAD been sucked off before? And by who? He had said something like 'you do know what to do' when I had had my face close to his cock, softly blowing on his shaft, before he had asked me to suck him. Did that mean that he had, indeed, had his cock sucked before? All boys our age knew what a blowjob was, of course, in theory...but how many - and who - of us had actually done it? There was another group of neighborhood boys, I knew, who Chuck had started to hang out with recently; could it be that they, too, were fooling around with each other?
After that night I sucked his cock, I didn't see Chuck for a while, except in school; it was the end of the school year, and we were all busy with preparations for final exams. After the school year ended, Chuck left for a month-long stint at a local camp as a youth counselor, and I was busy most of the summer helping my father build another house.
One night, he called me from camp.
"Hey, what's up?" he said.
"Nothing much...hanging in tonight. How's camp?"
"OK...it's fun, I guess...but I can't wait to come home." He sounded a little down.
"When's that?" I asked.
"In a couple of weeks...I miss you." he said, sounding a little shy about it.
"I miss you, too...we haven't gotten together in a while..." I responded, wondering if he, too, was thinking about the last time we were together.
"Yeah...I wish you were here tonight..." His meaning was clear.
My cock jumped; his words evoked images of me and him in his camp cabin, snuggling in a small cot.
"Yeah, me too..." I said, barely able to contain the lust I felt for him. "As soon as you get back, let me know...we're almost done with the house, and I'm gonna be moving in as soon as I can, even before the rest of the family..."
I was already making plans for getting him alone again, and I had talked my parents into letting me stay in the new house as soon as the plumbing was finished, while the rest of the family waited until everything else was complete; we had all been staying with my sister and her husband, and it was a bit crowded. They trusted me to stay alone at night for a few weeks since they'd be there working on it during the daytime.
"That sounds great...I'll see you in a couple of weeks!"
Several weeks later, he called again; he was home and he called me up on a Saturday night.
"I'm home!"
"Great! I'm just getting my stuff ready to be moved into the new house...should be all set by next weekend." I said, excited to hear his voice again.
"Joe's here tonight..." Chuck said, referring to a school friend of ours who lived a couple houses down from him. "Mom's working overnight, so we're sleeping in her room in the queen bed."
Why was he telling me this, I wondered? I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy; I wanted to be there with him.
I knew Joe, casually through school, but we weren't really what I would call friends, and I didn't know he and Chuck were that close, either. He was, I had to admit, kind of handsome, and I had marveled at his body in gym class; he was tall and thin and very hairy for his age, with a thick mat of black hair on his chest, belly, and legs, and a big cock with lots of pubic hair. As much as I was after Chuck's cock, I would suck Joe in a heartbeat, too, I realized. I wished I were there, and wondered what might happen if I were.
"You should come over..." Chuck suggested, reading my mind. Since our sleepovers had always revolved around me getting him off, was he hinting that he might want Joe to be a part of it? What had he told him, and what were they going to do tonight if I weren't there?
"I wish." I said, knowing my parents would flip if I asked them to take me to his house on the spur of the moment like this; it was a little late, and we had always made plans in advance when either of us went to the other's house for the night.
Why does he want me to come over at this late hour, anyway, I thought...surely he wasn't suggesting that we do anything with Joe, was he? I certainly would have, but I didn't think he was open enough about what we did to bring Joe into the mix.
"Maybe next time." I said, shaking the thoughts of a threesome from my mind. "But next weekend, we'll stay at my house."
The week passed quickly, with me getting my room painted, carpeted and furnished; since I didn't have a real 'bedroom' in our old house, my Mother had decided that I could have the only other bedroom in the house, besides the master, that had a private bath with a shower. I was allowed to decorate as I wanted, so I opted for a 'Hollywood' type trundle bed, which consisted of a twin bed with another twin that folded up beneath it for when I had overnight guests. It had a tailored cover and big back bolsters so that it could double as a couch.
Chuck arrived on his bike just before dark on Friday night; I was so excited to see him after such a long time that I couldn't resist giving him a quick hug when he came in. To my surprise, he reciprocated by pulling my body into his in a hug that lingered a few seconds longer than a quick greeting.
"I missed you" he said, releasing his hold on me, but remaining close.
Looking straight into his deep brown eyes, I said "Yeah...me, too".
Standing this close to him made my head spin, and I had to fight my urge to just grab his head and plant a big kiss on him. Funny...in all the years we'd known each other and as intimate as we had become, I had never before considered giving him so much as a peck on the cheek, let alone the deep french kiss I was fighting back.
Feeling suddenly embarrassed at the thoughts I was having, I broke our gaze and looked down. We had never really talked about what had happened last time we were together - not in so many words, anyway - and I felt somewhat self-conscious and nervous about it. Thinking about what else might happen tonight, I was a little scared, yet at the same time very excited.
Taking a step back, I said "Let me show you the house."
I gave him a quick tour, ending up in my room. Even though we were alone in the house, I shut the door behind us and locked it. Force of habit, I guess; I somehow sensed we were both eager to get down to business, and it didn't seem right to keep the door open on our secret activities.
Outside, the evening's light was fading fast so I switched on a small desk lamp. Setting the dimmer on its lowest setting, the soft light created a warm glow on the dusty orange walls. Turning on the stereo to a low volume, I was unconsciously - or perhaps deliberately - setting a relaxed, romantic mood.
Chuck threw his gym bag in the corner and flopped down on the bed, lounging back into the bolsters against the wall. Kicking his sandals off, he planted his feet firmly on the floor, spreading his legs wide and placing his hands behind his head.
"Cool...nice bedroom" he said. "I like your new house."
"Yeah...it's nice to have a real room of my own again" I said.
Standing there, looking down at him in his cutoff jeans and sleeveless jersey, I openly admired the contrast of his summer tan against the stark white of his tight t-shirt and faded blue shorts which enhanced the shape of his hot, muscular body. The deep scooped neck of his shirt was accented by tufts of thick, dark hair at his chest, and the taught fabric highlighted his erect nipples atop his well-developed pecs. Hungrily roving my eyes over his body, my gaze fell upon his hairy legs and fixated at the subtle bulge in his shorts, sending an indescribable thrill through my body; my cock stirred with the familiar first pulses of a growing erection.
I sat on the bed to his left, one leg bent up on the bed and the other on the floor, casually laying my arm toward him along the top of the bolster, facing him. My hand was close to the back of his shoulder, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. When he removed his hands from behind his head and laid them at his sides, my thumb was trapped between his upper arm and the bolster, and I could feel the moist hair of his armpit. He made no move to adjust himself, even when my thumb involuntarily began to stroke him.
"It's hot in here" he said, sitting up and pulling his shirt from his shorts, then peeling it over his head.
"Yeah" I said, grabbing at my collar and pulling my shirt off.
As he sat back, my eyes were treated to a fantastic view of his hairy chest and flat stomach with the dark line of his treasure trail diving into his shorts. Oh, how I longed to lean forward and rub my face through that patch of hair, licking and kissing softly at his navel.
"You've got a really nice tan" I said, shaking away my erotic thoughts. I didn't want to appear overly anxious to get into his pants again, wanting to see if he would be the first to make a move.
"Yeah..." he said, "we spent a lot of time at the beach at camp."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper, exposing his white shorts. Turning toward me a bit, he hooked his right thumb under the waistband, pulling down his briefs and shorts a bit on his right hip, showing me his tan line.
I boldly reached over and hooked my own fingers on his waistband, pulling them down farther to get a better look at his untanned, olive skin contrasted with the line of his suntan. With his briefs pulled down this far, most of his thick black bush was exposed, and I could just see the base of his cock, which seemed to be thickening.
Willing myself to release his briefs, they snapped back in place and he settled back into his lounging position. To my surprise, he lifted his hips and removed his cutoffs, kicking them across the room. I watched as his right hand fell casually to his crotch, and he absently gave himself a couple of squeezes; I could clearly see the outline of his cock falling toward his left hip through the thin cotton fabric. Though he didn't have a full-blown erection, I could tell that he, too, was feeling the first surges of excitement.
Aware that I was staring, I torn my eyes from his crotch and looked up at his face. He was looking directly at me; I had been caught! He just smiled slyly as my eyes dropped, and I could feel my cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.
I suppose that was kind of silly, considering that I had already sucked him off once, but somehow I was fighting against my own nature; I still wasn't comfortable with him knowing that I was gay, even though I knew I was, and even though he had obviously enjoyed my attentions to his body over the past couple of years. What had started as innocent backrubs had evolved into jerking him off and - finally - sucking him off, but he had been a passive player in my explorations, and he hadn't ever reciprocated in any way.
Even though I didn't think he was gay, I knew, now, that he was anticipating the continuation of our 'experimenting' as much as I was; I looked back up at him as I slid off the bed onto the floor at his feet.
Kneeling between his outstretched legs, I reached out my hands to his chest, rubbing my thumbs around his erect nipples as he placed his hands behind his head, leaning back and closing his eyes. There seemed to be an easiness between us now that allowed me to touch him like this, with no pretense anymore as to where it might lead. Horny boys don't care how they get off, just that they do.
I slid my hands down his torso; first to his hips, then to the growing bulge in his briefs. Leaning forward, my lips and tongue zeroed in on his right nipple, tentatively licking and nibbling at it while I rubbed his cock and balls through his shorts. With my head this close, I could smell his sweaty armpits; their odor wasn't overly offensive, but stronger than usual.
Sitting back on my heels, I grabbed the waistband of his shorts, tugging on them. He lifted his hips, allowing me to pull them down below his ass, then sat back down, closing and lifting his legs so I could pull them down past his knees, then to his ankles and off.
Spreading his legs again, he laid back comfortably as I admired his beautiful nakedness in the soft light; usually the lights were completely off, with only faint ambient light to illuminate his body, but this time I could see all of him in detail. He seemed completely at ease with his nakedness, and I drank in the sight of him, my mouth salivating for his cock.
Running my hands up his hairy legs, I grasped his thickening cock in one hand and brought my head down to it. Here, too, I smelled a faint odor of sweat, but it didn't deter me from immediately plunging his cock in my mouth. Being only half-hard, I found that I could take its entirety into my mouth, the coarse hairs of his bush tickling my nose. I inhaled deeply of his scent as his cock grew, expanding down my throat.
Chuck breathed a deep, contented sigh as I began working on his cock with a purpose. Releasing it from my mouth, I ran my lips and tongue up and down and around its full 7-inch length, occasionally tasting a drop of precum oozing from its bulbous head as my lips and tongue encircled it.
"This bed is made for this" he said, lounging back comfortably in a perfect position for my service.
'Absolutely' I thought, as I simply responded "MmmHmmm" with his cock still in my mouth.
Replacing my mouth with my hand, I continued working his spit-slicked cock while my mouth moved on to his balls, licking at his sac. Taking first one and then the other egg-shaped orb in my mouth, I relished their salty taste and hairiness.
"Take both..." Chuck whispered, really getting into my ball play.
Sucking at his sac with my lips, I slurped first one nut into my mouth, and then had to use my hand to gently squeeze the other past my over-stretched lips. Once in, they were a mouthful, and I pressed my face down into his groin, rolling his balls around with my tongue; his stiff shaft pressed against the side of my face, and my nose buried itself in his thick pubic hair.
Breathing in through my nose, I was in heaven. 'I love this', I thought, moaning in satisfaction as I exhaled.
Releasing his balls from my mouth, I continued to lick at his balls.
"Down..." he moaned, as my mouth worked his balls.
Gently clasping his balls with my hand, I lifted them up out of the way as my tongue danced around the spot at the base of his balls. Kissing and licking there, I was driving Chuck wild; his feet searched for and found a footing on the bed frame, and he slid forward, lifting his knees and exposing more of his ass to me.
I had read about rimming before, in some straight porno magazine my cousin had given me, but I had never really thought about doing it, and I wasn't sure now if I really wanted to. I tongued as deeply as I dared, lapping at the hairiness without actually touching his asshole.
Another new odor layered itself upon the faint scent of sweat; though not really objectionable, it none-the-less prevented me from actually lapping at his asshole. I guess I just couldn't go there yet.
Sensing my reticence, and perhaps the reason, Chuck let his feet slip from the bed frame and sat back up, prompting me to sit back on my heels and catch my breath.
"I need to take a shower..." Chuck said, "I'm all sweaty."
Getting up on my feet, I said "Sure, right in here..." as I quickly turned and showed him to the bathroom; my cock was straining in my jeans and there was an obvious bulge, making it difficult to walk. I'm sure he noticed.
I switched on the dim vanity lights, leaving the harsh overhead fan and light off. Turning back into the bedroom, I watched his still-hard cock bob and sway as he crossed the room toward me and slid by me through the doorway.
"Me, too...uh, after you..." I said as he passed, thinking back to the last time he had showered while I thought about joining him. I think I was subconsciously daring him to ask me, but he didn't seem to pick up on it.
"I'll get the bed ready while you're in there..." I said, throwing the bolsters on the floor and stripping off the tailored cover. I heard the water come on as I pulled the trundle bed out from under the top bed; with the two beds hooked together, it was like having a king-size bed.
He had left the bathroom door wide open, I noticed; considering our intimacy, I suppose that shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. I watched as he adjusted the temperature and stepped into the shower. I thought back to my fantasy of lathering him up, and my cock jumped, reminding me that it was still straining in my jeans.
Wanting to be comfortable, and getting ready to get in the shower after him, I took off my pants, but left on my briefs for the time being; they were tented out in front of me and had a dark wet spot where my cock had been pushed to the side.
I was getting the pillows out of the closet when I heard Chuck call to me from the shower.
"Yeah" I said, as I arranged the pillows on the bed.
"Come here for a minute..." he said, and I went into the bathroom.
My hardon had started to subside, but I felt a quick pulse when I glimpsed his naked body through the steamy mottled glass of the shower doors.
"Do you need a towel?" I asked, grabbing one from the linen cabinet and draping it over the shower door; I assumed that's what he had called me in there for.
"Yeah...thanks, but, um...will you do me a favor?"
"Sure..." I said, wondering what he wanted.
"Will you wash my back?"
My heart leaped in my chest! My fantasy was about to come true.
"Uh...s'sure" I stammered, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about being totally naked with him; I was at least an inch smaller than him in the cock department, and he had never seen or felt my cock, though I had had it out and jerked off while I was blowing him last time.
Pushing my trepidation aside, I dropped my shorts and slid open the shower door; there was no hiding my excitement from him now.
He was facing the showerhead when I entered, and he turned toward the wall and moved back, making room for me under the spray. Passing by this close to him, the tip of my cock brushed across his legs and ass as I swept past him and got under the warm water; I'm sure he must have felt it before he turned toward the rear wall of the shower with his back to me.
With my back to the spray, I leaned my head back and wet my hair, running my hands through it as I brought my head forward. Wiping the water away from my eyes, I marveled again at his athletic physique; he had wonderfully broad shoulders for a boy his age, and a narrow waist with a beautiful bubble butt. The warm water had softened the small patches of hair at the sides of his back, and the dark, triangular patch just above his ass, and they clung to his skin in a matted mass, dripping a cascade of water down between his lightly hairy ass cheeks.
"Where's the soap?" I asked, reaching past him with one hand while adjusting the spray downward with the other.
Grabbing the soap from the corner shelf, he placed it in my hand and waited.
My head was dizzy with excitement as I rubbed the bar of soap across his shoulders and the top of his back, sending an electric thrill through me as I touched the soft, warm, wet skin. Rubbing the slick bar downward, I soaped up the sides of his back and ran it through the hair just above his ass, mesmerized at the swirled patterns I was making.
Using both hands on the soap, I worked up a good lather before returning the bar to its ceramic holder at the side of the shower stall. Placing both hands at his neck, I began to wash his back with the same motions and intensity I had always used to massage him, back before our intimacy had developed into something more.
"That feels good..." he said, as my hands dropped to his ass, working up a lather on his firm buttocks.
With one hand at his hip, my other hand slipped between his ass cheeks, running from the top and delving down into the hairy regions between them as I followed the curve to the base of his balls. Rubbing back and forth there with my middle finger, I washed carefully around the ring of hair surrounding his puckered hole. He didn't seem the least bit alarmed by my touching his most private of parts; in fact, I think he was really enjoying the sensations as my finger slid back and forth over his asshole.
Switching hands, I reversed the process, concentrating on his other cheek.
"Move up" I said, gently pushing him toward the rear of the shower.
Grabbing the soap again, and directing the shower spray towards the wall, I got on my knees and began lathering up his hairy legs. Working from the tops of his muscular thighs, I worked my way down to his ankles.
Putting the soap back, I went back to washing his legs, reaching almost all the way around them at the top and pushing my hand through until my fingers were rubbing against his balls. He adjusted his stance, moving his legs apart a little more, giving me better access.
Moving first down one leg and then up the other, my hands were once again on his ass, directly in front of my face. From this angle, with his legs spread open, I could see his balls hanging down beyond his soapy, hairy asshole directly in front of me.
I couldn't resist cleaning there a little more, and as I did he leaned forward, and I saw and felt his hole wink with the pulse of his growing erection.
Grabbing his hips, I pulled myself back to my feet. I was so close to him that as I stood, my stiff cock ran up the inside of his leg, coming to rest between his slippery ass cheeks. I stepped back a bit, running my hands up his spine, back to his shoulders.
As he turned around to face me, Chuck's thigh brushed across my aching boner, then I felt his fat cock slap my side and trace along my abdomen as my cock settled between his legs, its engorged head buried in his balls.
I stepped back, smiling sheepishly at him while reaching for the soap.
Without a word between us, I soaped up his hairy chest and torso before putting the soap back down. Tracing soapy spirals in the hair of his chest and stomach, I worked my way down, grasping his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.
As I slowly stroked him, he reached down for the soap and began applying it to my lightly hairy chest. His touch was exhilarating; he had never before touched me like this, and I was dizzy with the anticipation of what he might do to me.
Running the bar of soap through my pubes and around my balls, he put it back before beginning to stroke me, just as I was stroking him; I nearly passed out from the pleasure of the sensation. Again, it seemed, our relationship was heading in a whole new direction.
As he slowly stroked me with one hand, his other played with my balls, then reached down under them, pushing between my legs and exploring my asshole with his middle finger.
"Turn around..." he said, gently grasping my shoulders and turning my back to him.
My mouth had gone dry, and I opened it to the shower spray, letting the warm water run into my mouth as it sprayed my face.
Seeing I was being pelted in the face by the shower spray, Chuck pulled me back toward him, and I could feel the head of his cock poking me in the small of my back.
Remaining close, he grasped the bar of soap and began soaping up my back; as the lather slid down my spine, I could feel his stiff cock becoming slippery with the soapsuds. Gently rocking against me, his cockhead traced up and down the base of my spine, sending shivers through me despite the hot, steamy air.
Stepping back a bit, he turned his attention to soaping up my ass, thrusting the soap between my legs, my virgin hole spasming with each pulse of my erection. As he put the soap back, I spread my legs a little, opening myself to him; his strong hands were gentle as he caressed my ass, and his middle finger probed tentatively at my tight rosebud.
I could now feel the same pleasure I had given him as I stroked his hole, only he was being a little more aggressive by pushing the tip of his finger in. Hiding my anxiousness about where this might lead, I allowed him to continue; evidently, I was hiding it well, because he probed further and further with each exploration, finally sinking his finger all the way in. I involuntarily moaned, and my whole body shuddered with the sensation.
Having anal sex with Chuck had never occurred to me, though I had read a Penthouse 'Forum' article submitted by a bi guy about his first time and how he had enjoyed it; I have to confess, I was more than a little scared of the prospect, but I also had to admit that what he was doing now felt pretty good.
Removing his finger from my ass, he grabbed the soap again, pulling me closer and reaching around with one hand to lather up my chest and stomach; with his other hand, he pushed his cock down, running it along the crack of my ass until it slid between my soapy legs. As he put the soap back in the dish, I brought my legs together, squeezing his rod between them. Bending his knees a little and placing his hands on my hips, he began slowly humping back and forth, his cockhead rubbing against the base of my balls with each thrust.
"The water's getting cold..." I said, not sure if I wanted to go through with what I knew was about to happen, and looking for an excuse to gather my thoughts.
Reluctantly removing his straining cock from between my legs and backing away from me, Chuck said "Yeah...we'd better rinse off." I thought I could hear a trace of disappointment in his voice.
I adjusted the shower head back up and quickly rinsed off, turning around toward him before sliding past to allow him to do the same.
Stepping out of the shower, I used the towel I had gotten out for him and grabbed another from the cabinet. Handing it to him, I kept my eyes down, afraid to look him in the eye for some reason.
Dried off, I got out my toothbrush and began to brush my teeth as Chuck went back into the bedroom; I could hear him rummaging through his gym bag, and my heart sank at the thought of him putting on some clothes. I hoped I hadn't put an end to tonight's activities prematurely.
When he returned to the bathroom he was still naked, although his erection had subsided somewhat, as had mine; he had evidently been searching for his toothbrush, and he stood beside me as he began to brush his teeth.
Bending down to spit and cup some water with my hands to rinse my mouth, my face was in close proximity to his belly. Without thinking, I blew a wet raspberry on his stomach on my way back up; I had to do something to relieve the tension.
"Hey!" he laughed, jumping back. "That's cold!"
I just laughed as I dried my mouth and went back into the bedroom and jumped on the near side of the bed. Though I was normally quite modest, I lay comfortably on my back in all my naked glory; I didn't suppose it mattered much now, after what had just transpired in the shower.
Glancing at the table beside the bed, I noticed he had placed the small jar of Vaseline we had used last time when I jerked him off.
Was that it, then, I wondered...did he just want me to jerk him off now? I was suddenly disappointed; although I had given him a quick blowjob earlier, we didn't finish, and I had been hoping for the chance to taste another load of his cum.
Turning off the bathroom light, Chuck came back to the bedroom and switched off the desk lamp before crawling over me into the far side of the bed; he made no pretense about making sure our cocks rubbed together on his way over me, and I could feel my cock respond to the sensation.
"This bed is huge!" he said, laying spread eagled beside me, his left arm and hand falling above my head, and his left leg draped over mine.
"Yeah," I said, "it's much more comfortable than that sofa bed I used to have and a lot more roomy when I have both of them pushed together like this."
"I'm sorry..., am I crowding you? Is my leg bothering you?" he asked, slightly flexing his knee and rubbing it along my leg.
"No, no...Not at all..." I responded, reaching my right hand down and placing it on the inside of his thigh, rubbing it toward his bare crotch.
"Good..." he said, "It feels good like this."
My hand continued to work its way toward his cock, but I found I couldn't quite reach it from the position I was in. As I slid my upper body over a bit to get closer to him, his arm worked its way under my neck, and he moved a little in my direction.
With his arm bent under my head and over my shoulder, his left hand rested on my chest, his fingers lightly brushing my right nipple. Turning my head toward him, I reveled in the feeling of his flexed bicep beneath my flushed cheek. My right arm was now comfortably resting on his torso, and my hand could easily grasp his full cock and balls.
Lazily rubbing his crotch with my hand, his cock began to respond to my touch, growing quickly to its full length. His leg was still draped over mine, lying heavily between my legs, and my growing cock was trapped beneath it, just above his knee.
With my balls beginning to ache from the crushing weight of his leg, I pulled my right hand back from his cock and turned on my side toward him, releasing my now-hard cock from beneath him. He straightened his leg as I swung my right arm up, burying in into the mattress below his pillow and under his shoulder blades. At the same time, my left hand reached out for his cock, taking up where my right had left off.
His hand no longer able to play with my chest in this position, he swung it from beneath my head and down to his side, between us; my arm was now able to come up from under his shoulder blades to rest under his neck as I faced him.
Leaning in toward him, my left hand worked its way up from his cock to his chest, my left thumb lazily circling his right nipple as my wet mouth sought out his left. As I did this, my stiff cock lay across the back of his hand resting between us. Lifting his hand, I felt his hot palm and fingers surround my rock-hard cock, gently squeezing and tugging at it while I lightly sucked and licked at his nipple.
Continuing to kiss his erect nipple, my left hand returned to his cock, and my thumb could feel the wetness of the first drop of precum just beginning to form at its tip. Leaning far over him, I quickly licked and kissed his right nipple before beginning to kiss my way down to his navel, swabbing it deeply with my tongue.
Squeezing and stroking up the length of his cock, I knew from experience that his precum would be starting to flow by now and I wanted to taste some. Pulling my arm from behind his head, I began touching, kissing and licking his hairy trunk until I reached his treasure trail. When my nose reached his clean-smelling bush, I pressed the hot flesh of his cock against my burning cheek.
His hand, which had been wrapped around my cock, must have been beginning to hurt from its cramped position, because he pulled his arm out from under me and laid it on my back, sliding his hot hand up to rest loosely on the back of my neck.
Beginning at its base, I began sucking and licking up the length of his hot cock, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Chuck. When I got to the base of his glans, I pulled my head back and held his cock firmly in my hand, milking out more precum to add to the glistening glob which was just starting to drip down his flared cockhead.
Sticking the tip of my tongue out, I licked at the small rivulet of precum, gathering it all up. As I pulled my tongue back from his piss-slit to savor the sweet nectar, a string of precum and spit connected my mouth to his cock, catching the faint light from the small sliver of a moon outside.
Placing my lips on his engorged glans, I moaned a contented "Mmmmm" before opening my mouth and taking him in, swirling my tongue hungrily around the tip of his cock, tasting the last remnants of his precum and hoping to suck out some more.
Becoming uncomfortable from the position I was in, I swung my legs out and under me, never once taking my mouth off his cock. I was now kneeling over him with my legs up near his head and my arms in push-up position at his hips. To my exquisite delight, I found that sucking his cock in this position was easier than the last time I had done it, in that my throat could better accommodate the slight upward curve of his rock-hard cock this way.
Maybe I was just getting better at it, but I was pleasantly surprised when I held my breath and pressed my lips to the root of his cock; I was deep-throating him, and he moaned with the pleasure of it, his cock excitedly jumping in my mouth, his glans held tightly in my throat. I was sucking in air through my nose, breathing in the clean scent of soap; I needed to breathe desperately, but I was unwilling to let his cock slip from my mouth just yet.
Bobbing my head up and down a few times while fighting my gag reflex, I wrapped my lips tightly around the base of his cock before slowly withdrawing his cock from my mouth; when all that remained in my mouth was his glans, I rolled my tongue around, breathing heavily through my nose and relishing the taste of more precum. "Mmmmm" was all I could manage as I finally released his cock and came up for a real breath of air.
"Scoot down a little bit" I said, breathlessly, trying to lie on my side but finding my legs bunched up against the wall at the head of the bed.
I wasn't consciously trying to get him into a 69 position, but when he and I slid down the bed a little, I could finally straighten out my legs a bit, just bending them at the knee up against the wall. He was still lying on his back, and I extended my left arm, which was under me, down his leg, and rested my head on my bicep.
I placed my right hand on his hip, wrapping it around his side and urging him to turn toward me. As he did, my hand slipped to cup his hairy ass cheek and his cock pointed straight at my face, just as mine was to his.
I didn't really expect him to suck me, being that he had always been the passive partner until this evening when he had finally touched my cock and then only briefly and without as much enthusiasm and purpose as I did his.
Opening my mouth, I swallowed his cock again, pulling him deep into me with my hand on his ass. When I released his cock, it lay hard and wet against the bicep of my outstretched arm, and I greedily lapped along its length, slobbering on it, lost in the pleasure I derived from it. I could feel his hot breath against the tip of my cock, and I knew it was just an inch or so from his lips.
Taking just the head of his dick into my mouth again, my body froze when I suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on my own cock, as Chuck began tentatively licking and sucking my stiff rod.
Plunging his cock deep down my throat, I moaned with the pleasure and excitement of my first blowjob. I slowly thrust my hips forward, urging him on.
He was evidently getting used to my cock in his mouth, because I felt his hand on my ass, pulling me toward him, burying my cock in his mouth to the hilt. Where he learned to suck cock, I didn't know, but I had the feeling that he'd done this before.
Without removing his mouth from my twitching cock, he began to roll onto his back, grabbing my hip and pulling me with him.
I swung my right leg over his head, straddling him with one knee on each side of his head; my forearms and elbows were on the mattress at his hips, and I grasped his thighs with my hands as I again sucked his cock into my mouth.
With my dripping cockhead brushing his lips, I felt Chuck's hands stroke down my sides, landing on my ass and pulling me down, forcing my cock into his hot, wet mouth. I couldn't believe this! My best friend was sucking MY cock as I sucked him.
I was becoming wild with desire for him, and my baser instincts started getting the best of me; I rubbed my face back and forth and around his throbbing member, slapping my face with his hot, wet cock. Slurping his balls into my drooling mouth, I gave him a good, wet tonguing, my saliva dripping down his balls, wetting his asscrack.
He must have liked it, because I could feel the vibrations of his animalistic growl along the length of my cock buried in his throat. Pushing me up a little, he let my cock slip from his lips and started licking my balls as well, breathing heavily, rubbing my sides with his hands.
He brought his legs up to the sides of my head, planting his feet flat on the mattress and thrusting his crotch to my face, trapping my head between his muscular, hairy thighs. Releasing his balls from my mouth, I moved them aside with my chin and began lapping at that place just below his balls; I could feel the very base of his erection in that spot and his bucking hips told me how much he liked it.
This time, I smelled none of the strange odor I had encountered earlier, only the clean, fresh scent of Zest. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and gently licked down as far as I could reach, swirling my tongue through the matt of hair just above his asshole.
I could tell he wanted me to rim him, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it; I still wasn't completely sure I wanted to go there, and his legs against my shoulders prevented me from delving deeper into his asscrack, anyway, even if I had wanted to.
Suddenly, I decided that since he had been willing to suck my cock, too, that I would give him anything he wanted; I had told him that before, when he had first asked me to suck him, and I had meant it. Now it was time to 'put my money where my mouth was', I guessed.
Weaving my hands through his legs behind his knees, I pulled them toward me, hooking them at my armpits; in that position, his ass opened up to me, and I could see the small brown hole winking through the thick matt of hair.
Before I lost my nerve, I closed my eyes and lowered my head, flicking about randomly with my tongue, searching through the thick forest of hair for his puckered hole. When my tongue lightly brushed across it, Chuck stopped licking my balls and moaned loudly, arching his head back and blowing his hot breath across my own exposed hole. My cock tingled from the friction of his chest hairs as it lay nestled between his pecs.
With my lips at his hole, I moistened my tongue with some spit and began licking and nibbling at it in earnest; to my complete surprise, there was no foul taste at all, and the skin there was very soft and yielding against my tongue.
Encouraged by his soft whimpering, I swirled my tongue around it, getting it very wet, before bringing the index fingers of both hands up to it, massaging and probing it lightly, as he had done to me in the shower. Bringing my head back down, I stiffened my tongue and thrust at it, feeling it wrap around the tip of my tongue; I could feel it tighten with each pulse of this throbbing dick trapped between my chest and his abdomen.
Panting and beginning to sweat from the combination of my enraged hormones and the exertion of holding his muscular legs back, I released his legs and flopped over on my back, breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. I clasped my hands over my head, extending them straight back, trying to work the kinks out of my shaking muscles.
"Ffffuuuuck..." I sighed, stretching my entire body like a cat, not quite believing what I had just done to him, and surprised that I had enjoyed it so much.
"Oh, yeah..." Chuck said, getting up on his knees beside me, grasping his dripping cock and pushing it toward my panting mouth. I wasn't too tired to lap at it hungrily, tasting more of his sweet, syrupy precum.
"You like that?" he asked, unnecessarily.
"Fuck, yeah!" I breathed, not caring anymore if he thought I was a total cockhound.
Swinging his legs on either side of me, he straddled my face, facing my feet, and lowered his balls to my mouth. Gaining control of my breathing, I began to lick and suck them as he slowly stroked his cock, leaning forward to briefly suck at my cock occasionally, urging me on.
Sitting back upright on my face, I began nibbling at the base of his balls, slowly working my way back to tonguing his asshole. Unclasping my hands, I lifted my arms and grasped his broad back just under his armpits. Slowly bringing my hands down his sides, my hands spread out over his taught butt muscles and my thumbs gently pried his cheeks apart, opening his hole to me.
As I worked my way back and forth from his hole to his balls, Chuck continued to stroke himself off with one hand and me with the other, gently rocking back and forth, getting off on what I was doing to him.
Sucking in his balls one last time, I could feel them beginning to tighten, and I knew he must be getting close to cumming. Panting heavily, he let go of my cock and began stroking himself faster, swinging his legs around until he was again at my side, pounding his meat in my face.
"I'm gonna cum..." he breathed, leaning over me and supporting himself with his free arm while continuing to stroke himself. It was obvious he was intending to shoot his load in my mouth.
Obliging him, I turned my head to the side toward him, opening my mouth and taking his head in. Tonguing furiously and replacing the hand at his shaft with my own, I stroked slowly but insistently; I wanted his cum, and I wanted it badly.
Supporting himself with both arms now, he thrust his cock down my throat quickly, almost gagging me; I held tightly to the base of his cock to prevent his full penetration on the next thrust. His cock was slick with my thick saliva, and my hand slid easily and wetly along the length of his shaft as my lips gently suckled at his glans.
With my mouth watering in anticipation of the deluge I knew was forthcoming, I stopped sucking him for a moment to spit in my free hand and start stroking my own cock in time with the strokes I was giving him; I was close, too, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to blow my load.
Feeling his glans expand against my tongue with his approaching climax, I tightened my lips around his swollen cockhead; craving the load he was about to deliver, I didn't want to lose a single drop of his hot seed.
Picking up the pace on my own cock, I suddenly felt his first spurt splash violently against my tongue, and I relished the familiar, slightly metallic taste and warm rush of it slipping to the back of my throat.
The erotic sensation of that first gush pushed me over the edge; sucking the remainder of his copious load from his pulsing glans, I felt my own cock erupt, sending geyser after geyser of hot sperm arcing up and splashing on my heaving belly as he finished unloading the contents of his balls in my mouth.
I thought he would never stop cumming; he must have shot at least seven good spurts of tasty cum in my eager mouth before he pulled himself loose from my grip and collapsed on the bed next to me, spent with the exertion of his climax.
"Whew!" he said loudly, between panting breaths.
"Wow!" I gurgled softly, more to myself than to him, his huge load bubbling in my mouth.
Gathering up some of my own cum with my fingers, I quickly brought it to my mouth, adding it to his; I hadn't ever even thought about tasting my own cum before and I did it without thinking, still highly aroused from our simultaneous ejaculations.
Savoring the erotic taste and texture of our combined essence, I swallowed it all down, quietly licking my fingers clean. We tasted very much alike, I decided, and wondered if all cum tasted the same.
"That was fuckin' awesome!" Chuck said, staring up at the ceiling, his heaving chest beginning to calm down.
Turning toward him and leaning on my elbow, I reached out my hand to his slowly-deflating cock and massaged it gently from its base to just below his still-sensitive glans, squeezing out the last drops of his cum. I leaned forward and licked him clean, then quickly took him in my mouth for a second before lying back down on my back.
"You really like it, don't you..." Chuck said curiously, not in any mean or derogatory way; he turned on his side to face me, pressing me for an answer.
I turned on my side again, facing him, our sweaty bodies just inches apart.
"Yeah, I guess..." I said hesitantly, feeling my face reddening, somewhat embarrassed to acknowledge my newly-discovered taste for cum. "It's not bad...it's pretty good, actually."
I was dying to ask if he'd ever tried it, but I thought better of it; though I was fairly certain now that he had had at least some experience sucking cock, I didn't really think he was all that anxious to tell me about it.
Besides, I didn't want him telling anyone else what we'd been up to, either. And I sure as hell wasn't going to tell.
"That's cool" he said, "...but I don't think I could do that."
I had my answer.
"That's cool" I said, lying back again and looking up at the ceiling, breaking his intent gaze.
Several quiet moments passed, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
I absently fondled my now-soft cock; I could feel a drop of lingering wetness at its tip. The remaining cum on my stomach was almost dry and I could feel its tightening effect on my skin. Rubbing my hand through it, I said "I think I need another shower" before getting up and going into the bathroom, leaving Chuck alone on the bed.
Closing the door partially so as not to flood the bedroom with light, I flicked on the vanity lights and turned on the shower, hoping the hot-water heater recovered as fast as I seemed to. Even though I had just gotten off, the memory of our hot encounter kept my dick plump, if not fully erect.
Waiting for the water to warm up, I stood at the toilet bowl and relieved myself, the pressure from my full bladder causing the pale yellow stream to splash violently in the bowl, amplified by the hard, tiled walls.
Finished pissing, I stepped into the steamy shower, adjusting the temperature down to help cool my overheated body.
Standing directly under the strong shower spray, I ran my hands over my face and through my hair, tilting my head back and feeling the warm water rain on my closed eyelids. Running my hands down my torso, I felt the dried cum on my stomach become slippery again with the addition of the water, and I rubbed my hands up and down, feeling small clumps of it stick stubbornly to the hair below my navel.
Stepping out from under the direct spray, I grabbed the soap and began washing myself, running the slippery bar first on my chest and abs, then on the tops and under each arm, and finally to my groin. Returning the soap to its ceramic holder, I washed my face and neck before working on my navel and pubic areas, sometimes having to clean individual hairs of the sticky residue of my cum.
Rinsing off my front, I began lathering up my legs and ass, placing each foot in turn onto the built-in seat in the shower stall to reach my ankles and work on each butt cheek. Finished with my legs, I stood up and leaned forward slightly, working my hands around to the crack of my ass, fingering my hole a little and enjoying the sensations in this new-found erotic zone.
"Gotta pee" Chuck said, already in the room, startling me. I'm sure he'd seen me through the mottled glass.
I stood up quickly, getting back under the spray and rinsing off as I listened to him piss.
Squeezing some shampoo in my hand, I began washing my thick, curly brown hair, my eyes closed tight against the sting of the lather. The inside of my ears tickled with the soft bursts of tiny bubbles as I stepped under the showerhead to rinse.
With the water splashing in my ears, I didn't hear Chuck slide open the shower door and step in with me, but I heard the door close and I opened my eyes in surprise to see him standing there in front of me. I noticed that his cock, like mine, was soft, but still plumper than usual.
"Almost done" I said, finishing up.
I turned to the side with my back to the shower wall and side-stepped past him, feeling a quick surge of blood race to my cock as it lightly brushed his hip when he stepped forward to get under the water. Raising his hands to his head and wetting his hair, he turned around, and I was mesmerized by the stream of water cascading off his flaccid cock. Droplets of water glistened like tiny jewels among the lustrous, curly black hairs of his bush.
I knew I should get out of the shower and dry off; I had already cleaned up, and had no real reason to stay in there with him while he did, but I couldn't move.
"Here" he said, handing me the bar of soap and turning his back to me.
I quickly rubbed the bar all over his back and sides, dropping to my knees to lather his buttocks and legs. Putting the soap on the floor next to me, I worked up each leg to his ass before standing and working on his ass some more, as I had done earlier in the evening.
As I bent over to retrieve the soap from the floor, he turned around, and I found my face at his groin. Getting down on my knees, I soaped up the front of his thighs before standing and rubbing the bar of soap around his chest. Placing the soap back where it belonged, I quickly lathered up his chest and stomach before rubbing my soapy hands through the thick, black matt of pubic hair and grasping his half-hard cock.
Reaching for the soap, he worked it briefly in his hands, putting it back down and grabbing my cock and balls. That was all I needed; I quickly sprung a full erection as my hands groped at his.
Stepping closer to me, he grabbed both of our rock-hard rods in his hand and stroked up and down; the sensation of his slick cock rubbing against mine made my whole body tingle.
Wrapping his arms around me and sliding his cock between my legs just under my balls, he slowly pumped back and forth, causing my cock to slide up and down his hairy navel. I reached around him, resting my cheek against his shoulder and grabbing his ass with both hands, squeezing his flexing asscheeks as he humped me.
"Oh" he moaned, and then suddenly stopped. I felt his cock jump beneath my balls; I didn't think he had cum, but I'd have bet anything that he was close. Being young, we recovered in a hurry.
Pulling me back under the water with him, he rinsed us both off as we had a little swordplay with our hard cocks. I hoped we weren't done for the night; I was almost ready to cum again, and it appeared that he was, too.
He turned off the water and I opened the shower door, stepping out and handing him a towel; we didn't say anything as we dried ourselves off.
Dropping our towels on the floor, we went back into the bedroom, shutting off the light behind us; the room seemed darker than before, the sliver of a moon that had been shining through the window before was now hidden behind a cloud.
I got into bed, scooting over to the far side this time, and turned on my side to face him as he crawled in. Turning on his side facing me, he scooted toward me a little, and then a little more, and then more still, until our cocks were touching; though our erections had subsided a little, we were still stiff, and we resumed our playful sword fighting.
I moved over more, until our bellies were touching, and our cocks jockeyed for position between us. Humping against each other slowly, our cocks left trails of precum across our flat abs.
Moving my lower arm from beneath my cheek, I dug it into the mattress at his armpit, trying to get that arm around him to join the other, already across his back, pulling him nearer. When I had both around him, I pulled him close and my upper arm and hand roved up and down his spine, then down to his narrow waist and firm butt cheeks.
My lower arm was beginning to hurt from the crushing weight of his chest, so I rolled over on my back, pulling Chuck on top of me. Holding his arms in a push-up position at the sides of my head, he continued grinding his cock into mine as my hands explored every inch of his body that I could reach.
I was in awe of his perfect, classic male 'V' shape and my hands swept up and down his body and over the broad expanse of his back, occasionally grabbing his ass to feel it flex with each thrust of his cock into mine. Pulling my legs out from under him, I spread them wide, then instinctively wrapped them around his muscular thighs, using my legs to lift myself up to meet his thrusts.
I was in ecstasy, experiencing my first real, true sex. I wanted to surrender myself fully to him, to submit to anything he wanted of me - willingly, lovingly, unconditionally; wanting mostly to feel him close like this, our bodies entwined, our common goal to satisfy each other in ways we had only imagined.
His arms tiring, he came down on his elbows, holding onto my shoulders with his hands from behind. Our heaving chests and abs were in full contact, and his thrusting strokes were becoming longer and more insistent.
I knew then that I wanted him to fuck me and I drew my legs up his, pulling my feet up over his ass until my heels rested at the small of his back. In this position, I was open to him, and his cock slipped down between my asscheeks, rubbing against my blossoming hole.
Without even thinking about it, I surprised myself by kissing his neck, silently begging him to enter me. He slowed his thrusts, and I could feel the moist tip of his cock occasionally swipe my virgin hole. Tilting my head back, my mouth was at his ear and our flushed cheeks pressed hotly against each other.
Our breathing was hard and rough as I exhaled a soft, throaty "Fuck me" into his ear, urging him on, expressing in words what the closeness of our bodies demanded of each other; I needed to feel him in me, to experience him fully, to succumb to the most animal needs of my raging teenage hormones.
Lifting himself back up on fully-extended arms, he continued to hump me, lowering his head and kissing my collarbone. I lowered my legs until they once again wrapped around his thighs, trapping his cock between my asscheeks, my hands on his hips. I could feel his hot breath in my ear.
"Really? You sure?" he asked between ragged breaths, his face buried in my neck.
"Yeah...I think...I'll try..." I panted, suddenly not so sure if I could handle it, but wanting to feel him in me, to please him in that way.
Hugging me quickly, he sat up on his heels and twisted around, reaching out and groping for something on the table at the foot of the bed.
Turning back around, he disentangled himself from my legs and grabbed my side, pulling me over.
"Turn over" he said, and I found myself lying on my stomach. He knelt at my side and pushed my legs apart, then got between them. I felt him rub the length of his long, fat cock along the crack of my ass a few times before sitting back on his heels.
I had really wanted him to fuck me in the position we had just been in, so that I could see his face and watch him enter me, but it seemed he had other ideas. 'Does he know something about this that I don't?' I thought.
Shivering with anticipation, I tried to remember anything I had ever read or heard about being fucked in the ass; besides the crude jokes, I did recall reading a few articles in 'Forum' about guys getting fucked, but I couldn't recall if they had any details about positions. I didn't remember any specifics about too much pain, either, and that thought calmed me a bit. And it wasn't that bad in the shower, earlier, when he had shoved his finger up there.
I turned my head and watched as he snapped the cap off a small jar of Vaseline, and I remembered seeing it earlier and wondering why he had gotten it out of his gym bag; how could he have known I would ask him to fuck me tonight? Or had he only wanted to, and was hoping it would work out this way?
Scooping out a big glob of the sticky, greasy gel with his middle finger, he capped the jar and parted my cheeks with the fingers of his other hand.
My neck was hurting from being twisted around, so I laid my head on my pillow, folding my arms underneath. My mind was in turmoil, wanting this, but afraid at the same time. It's as if I were trying to prepare myself for something...but for what? I had no frame of reference, and was just flying on sheer instinct and desire.
Chuck straddled my left leg, continuing to hold my asscheeks open, and began to lube me up.
As I felt the viscous jelly touch my quivering hole, I relaxed a little, relying on Chuck to be gentle with me; his finger tenderly pushed the glob of goo into my hole a little at a time - pushing some in, then gathering up some more from around my hole, and pushing in a little more - each time probing in a little farther, and each time it felt a little better than before with the slickness it provided.
I tried to relax, breathing deeply and evenly, still not prepared for what was coming next. I was losing my hardon, but I was still strangely aroused. I could feel Chuck's cock lying on my left leg, and he was still hard, eager to fuck.
As his finger slipped further and further into me, curling down toward my cock, I relaxed some more. Every once in a while I felt the strangest tingle in my cockhead, something familiar and exciting, yet something I had never felt before; it was almost as though his finger was giving me a mini-orgasm each time he touched a certain spot, making my cock leak precum like I'd never leaked before.
Finally in well past his knuckle, he pulled out his finger and settled himself between my legs again, dragging his cockhead across my hole and wiping up the remnants of the Vaseline not already inside me. I heard him open the jar again, and turned to see him start fisting his cock, wiping off the finger that had been inside me on his cock, then scooping more Vaseline and applying it to his cockhead at the base of his glans.
'This is it' I thought, as I turned back around and felt the warmth of his glans just barely touch my greasy hole. Chuck was on his knees with one hand guiding his cock, the other arm and hand extended at my side, supporting him above me.
"Ready?" Chuck asked, poised to enter me.
"Uh...yeah...I guess" I said, squirming a bit. I was afraid of losing my nerve, and wanted to get on with it.
"We don't have to do this, you know..." he offered, but I was quick to respond:
"No, No, I want to...go ahead."
As he began to push, the enormity of his cock flashed before me; how was I ever going to take that up my asshole? I could barely fit it in my mouth the first time I blew him!
Squeezing my eyes tight shut as the pressure built, I was relieved to feel that his cockhead was yielding a bit, and wasn't as hard as I knew his shaft could get. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that he had finger-fucked me in the shower, and it wasn't so bad...I just had to relax.
Arching my back, I raised my ass and pushed back at him a bit, feeling myself loosening up; slowly but surely he was making his way in. As he pushed more, it began to hurt and I fell back to the mattress, losing the progress we had made.
Chuck realigned himself and tried again, but I stopped him.
"Wait a sec..." I said, pulling my legs all the way up under me, but keeping them spread apart and pushing my ass back toward my feet and up in the air. My head and chest were still on the mattress, forcing my back to arch to its breaking-point.
"Ok" I said, ready to try again; I could already tell that this was going to be easier, since my cheeks were spread apart and I could feel the air on my exposed hole.
Able now to simply kneel behind me, Chuck got into position and pointed his cock at my waiting hole. Placing his free hand at the small of my back, he began to push and I felt him starting to enter me.
Already, I could tell he was in as far as he had been before, because I was beginning to feel that pain again, though not as sharply as before. I pushed back and willed myself to open to him.
Steadily pushing forward, Chuck placed more of his weight on the hand at my back and pulled me back toward him. Feeling him make progress, I assisted him by pushing back against his thrust and felt him slide in further still. I was panting through my nose and whimpering a little, but he didn't seem to notice, so intent was he on what he was doing.
I could feel the wide base of his cockhead beginning to stretch the tight ring of my anus beyond its normal limits, so I pushed back some more, amazed that I wasn't in as much pain as I had anticipated. Sure, there was some pressure and I felt stretched to my limit, but I knew I could do this, and I wanted to. I was groaning a little, more from the effort and anticipation than from the dull ache I was feeling.
Suddenly, with an almost audible 'pop', I felt the base of his glans pass thru the 'eye of the needle' and I involuntarily cried out "Oh!" as the tight ring of my sphincter clamped down around his cock.
Chuck froze. "You OK?" I heard him ask above my shallow panting. He sounded genuinely concerned.
"Yeah...uh...OK...don't move..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath, my face grimacing.
Breathing in slowly and deeply, I began to relax and adjust to the strange sensation of having my hole stretched so far. I hoped the worst was over.
"OK" I said when I felt I could take some more, "...easy."
Placing his hands on my hips, Chuck slowly, almost imperceptively, began to force more of himself into me; once he had pushed in a little, he would pull out about half that distance and start the whole process over again, going a little deeper each time.
"You OK?" Chuck asked again.
"Yeah, fine...you?" I said, my asshole loosening a bit with the effect of his gentle stroking.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, starting to pick up the pace a little since I didn't seem to be objecting.
With his cock partially inside me, the last of the initial pain subsided and I began to have that tingling feeling again in my glans, like when he had been fingering me to lube me up. Reaching down to my flaccid cock, I was amazed that the tip of it was wet with precum; that had never happened to me without having an erection.
Reaching for the jar of Vaseline, I scooped out a dab and began stroking myself as Chuck continued his penetration of me; he was taking bolder strokes now, and pulling me onto him with his hands at my hips. My cock was beginning to get hard, and I could feel my balls swing freely. Each pulse of my growing erection caused my butt muscles to tighten around Chuck's cock, pulling him in and holding him inside me.
I couldn't believe this night; we had come a long way over the course of this evening. I had done things I never thought I'd do, at least not at this point in my life; I had showered with him, sucked him off, rimmed him, had my first blowjob, and now he was fucking me! And I was loving it!
Chuck was beginning to take longer and faster strokes as his hands slid down my back and grabbed my shoulders. Dropping my cock, I pushed myself up from the mattress, getting on all fours, as he pulled me onto him.
With the next few strokes, I could feel his pubic hairs brush against my ass, and his swinging balls smacked against mine. My stiff cock was slapping my abdomen as Chuck pulled on my shoulders roughly, thrusting his hips forward quickly and burying himself in me to the hilt with a low, contented growl of satisfaction; the hair of his balls tickled mine as he froze for a moment, my ass clamped tight around his pulsating rod.
I dropped my head to the pillow and reached back, grabbing his ass and pulling him into me, in a state of disbelief. He was fully inside me! All seven inches!
"Yesssss..." I moaned, my hands slipping from his ass as he started to fuck me with long strokes in a slow, steady rhythm. Clasping my hands beneath my forehead, I rested on my elbows and enjoyed the sensations of his cock sliding in and out of me.
From the grunts and moans I was hearing from Chuck I knew that he was in a state of ecstasy, pumping away at my willing hole with exuberance, alternating his strokes from slow to fast and back again.
I didn't want him to cum yet; I wanted to change positions so that I could watch him fuck me, and see the expression on his face when he came.
"Hang on" I said, pulling away from him, feeling strangely empty as his cock slipped out of my ass.
Chuck looked stunned, sitting back on his heels as I spun myself around and lay on my back, spread eagled before him. Scooting down to him, I draped my legs over his, bringing my ass up to his cock. Remembering how I had opened him up when I rimmed him, I hooked my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs up, placing them outside his arms as he began to lean into me.
He seemed to get the idea as he placed his hands on the bed and slid them forward, bringing my knees to my chest with my legs up on his shoulders.
I smiled up at him as I reached around my butt for his cock and guided his cock to my hole; this time, there was no pain at all as he lifted his ass off his heels and began sliding his cock into me.
Stretching my arms, I grabbed his ass and pulled him fully into me, eager to feel full of him again. Releasing my grip on his ass, my fingertips caressed his sides as he resumed riding me, and I looked up to see him looking down at me hungrily.
Pounding into me, he lowered his face to mine and I strained my neck to bring my lips to his. The first touch of our lips shot fireworks through my brain, and we began kissing each other wetly and deeply; I had experimented with french kissing before - with girls, at parties - but never had it been like this! I was learning that in the throes of passion - or sheer, animalistic lust, for that matter - a deep, wet, tongue-tangling kiss is the crowning glory of sex.
Reaching my hand around between my leg and his torso, I grabbed my cock and started jerking off, the feeling of his cock in my ass bringing my erection to heights I never thought possible; each stroke brought another drop of precum to my already-slick abdomen, and I rubbed my cock in it, back and forth through the hairs, and used it to lube my aching hardon.
With his engorged cock deep inside me, Chuck's pace changed and he began a quick rhythm of short, shallow thrusts; I knew he was getting close, and I looked up at him. His eyes were closed as his face hovered just inches away, panting and grunting in my face.
Sliding my legs off his shoulders and down his arms, I pushed them out from under him and he collapsed on top of me. Using muscles and a strength I didn't know I had, I quickly flipped him over on his back, laughing at the astonished look on his face.
Somehow, his cock had remained inside me, and I bounced up and down on it, fisting my cock with abandon. I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling as I ground into him, squeezing his cock tight with my ass muscles, coaxing his climax from him.
He began bucking up to meet my downward thrusts and I knew we were both on the edge. Gasping for air, I looked down at him, impaling myself on his cock as my cock began spewing cum in all directions. As soon as I began cumming, Chuck pushed into me hard, and I felt his cock explode in my ass, my quivering hole milking out every last drop.
A deep, gutteral "Ohhhhhh" was all that I could manage between heaving breaths.
The intensity of my orgasm made me see stars; when my vision cleared, I was staring blankly at the wall in front of me and slowly rocking back and forth, his spent cock still jumping wildly inside me.
Looking down, I could see globs of my cum all over his heaving chest and arms, and a ribbon of it had landed across his lips and chin. Without even thinking, I bent down to lick it from his face, and was shocked when he opened his mouth to me, kissing me and sharing my cum. We kissed long and deep as I rolled off of him to his side, pulling him with me and holding him close.
When we finally broke our embrace, we both rolled onto our backs, sighing with our exhaustion.
"Now I really feel dirty...wanna take a shower?" I said, and we laughed ourselves silly.
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After this marathon session, Chuck and I would continue our sexual relationship for the next year and a half or so, until around the end of 10th grade when we were both 16. We were to get together several more times, though our trysts would decrease in frequency from this time forward; we were getting a little old to have someone 'stay over' very often at that point, and when we did spend the night together after a school dance or ball game, it was usually at my house, or in our trailer in the back yard.
I sucked him off many more times and we fucked a few more times, but Chuck never allowed me to fuck him. That was OK with me; about a year later, another high school friend and I would begin to have sex on a pretty regular basis and he became the first guy I would play top to (but that's another story...). I had sex with both of them for about a year, but neither ever knew of my relations with the other.
As we entered high school a few weeks after the events of this story happened, I saw less and less of Chuck at school, apart from in passing in the halls; we were in different academic tracks, participated in different activities, and hung out with different groups of friends. He was a football jock and I was not. Our relationship, of necessity, was very low-key and I'm sure no-one ever suspected.
The last time I saw him, he stopped over one summer day after 11th grade; we hadn't 'been together' in over a year, and I sensed he was uneasy. It was an awkward visit, and even though we were alone in the house and I thought about inviting him to my room for one more blowjob, I didn't. I don't know why I didn't; perhaps that's why he had come. I'll never know.
When I returned to school in the fall, I heard that he had dropped out of school and married the sister of a schoolmate. I assumed he had gotten her pregnant, but I don't know for sure. Maybe that's why he had stopped over, but he never mentioned it.
I've seen his name on Classmates.com, and his profile says he is married and still lives near here. I've thought of contacting him through that system, but perhaps it's better to just let sleeping dogs lie. I wouldn't know what to say, anyway.
I apologize for the length of this final installment to the series; while the memory of what we did that night is still clear to me in every physical detail, the emotions I was feeling at the time were more difficult for me to articulate, but necessary to convey in order for you, the reader, to understand the mindset of this gay teen coming to terms with his sexuality.
This series is dedicated to Chuck; for allowing me to explore my sexual awakenings, and for providing me a lifetime of erotic memories.
Thanks for reading!
-= THE END =-
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