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A FANTASTIC AWAKENING
by
TY SHANNON
The young man lay on the couch, naked, and a half-smile crossed
his lips as he watched me undressing. "Come on, man," he said,
"What's takin' so long?"
I just smiled back at him and replied, "I'm gettin' there."
I was actually pretty nervous about this whole scene with him,
since I had never done anything like this before. Oh, there had
been a few times when I had picked up a hitchhiker and let him blow
me in the car, but I had never brought a young man back to the house
and gone to bed with him.
This guy's name was Bob (or at least, that's what he told me),
and I had picked him up downtown. After some awkward hints and
innuendoes, I finally managed to ask him to come home with me, and
he agreed; and since my wife was out of town I had the place to
myself.
As I removed the last of my clothes I looked at him. How to
describe him? He had told me earlier that he was 21, but I don't
believe he was more than 19. He was slim without being skinny. His
hair was rather long but that didn't bother me, since he had a very
handsome face -- not effeminate at all; and I could tell he didn't
have to shave very often, which is one of the reasons I questioned
his age. He had a small patch of hair in the center of his chest,
and his rib cage protruded just a little; but as I said, he was not
skinny. The muscles in his abdomen rippled easily as he breathed.
He lay there on the bed looking back at me. One hand was
raised behind his head, so I could see the hair in his armpit and
the tightened muscle in his arm -- and for some reason I found that
very sexy. His other hand was idly caressing his hard cock. It was
a beautiful cock! Only about 7 inches or so, but it was smooth and
straight and circumsized, and my mouth got dry just looking at it.
And his legs -- super legs! His thighs were lean and muscled
and smooth, with almost no hair. He had a nice tan, so that his
dick was emphasized by the white band of skin around his waist. On
a scale of 1 to 10, he had to be about a 9 in my book. He really
turned me on -- and he knew it!
When I was finally naked too, my prick was hard as a rock from
just looking at him. I stroked it a few times and then climbed onto
the bed and lay down beside him. It was just a single bed so I
slid up against him, and he grasped my cock while I began to caress
his body. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations as I
felt his tight skin beneath my fingertips.
My mouth was dry and my heart was thumping in my chest - I was
surprised he didn't hear it. I had jerked off many times
fantasizing about just such a scene as this, and at last it was
actually happening.
I caressed his chest and played with his small nipples; and
then let my fingers follow the thin trail of hair down the center of
his tight abdomen to his crotch. I caressed his balls briefly and
then moved down to his thigh, and he spread his legs a little to
make it easier for me. My dick surged as I felt the skin at his
inner thigh -- so smooth and tender, but not really soft.
At the same time his hand caressed and stroked on my prick, and
shortly he looked down at it and whispered, "Man, that's a big
dick." I'm over 8 inches hard -- and right now it was really hard.
But what I really wanted was his cock in my mouth. I had
fantasized about that for several years, and at last I would find
out what it was really like. So I got up on my knees on the bed and
bent over his crotch. I wrapped my fingers around his hot shaft and
stared at it while I slowly stroked it several times -- up and down,
up and down. Using my other hand I ran a finger across the head and
the slit, and he groaned a little. I caressed his balls and his
hair, and kept stroking him.
But finally I bent lower. I held the shaft still and licked
lightly across the tip - three, four, five times. Then I opened my
mouth and eased down onto the head. I held it there, and slid my
tongue over and around it several times. But finally I took my hand
away and slowly pushed down onto it. I groaned, and my prick surged
-- I had been wanting this for so long!!
Then the shaft was engulfed in my mouth and I began to stroke
it easily -- up -- down -- up -- down. But I wanted more, so I pushed
down onto it until the head poked against the back of my throat.
And that made me gag a little, so I backed away. But it didn't
stop me. I started really going after him -- sucking and licking, and
caressing his flesh with my hands, and going faster. God, I loved
it!!
I could hear him moaning as I worked on him, and his stomach
tightened as he thrust up towards me on every stroke.
But soon he pushed my head away and said, "Easy, man. You
keep that up and I'll cum."
I smiled down at him. "Hey, it's fun." But I didn't want to
end it that fast, so I lay down next to him and let my arm rest
across his chest. Before the night was over I wanted to suck him
off all the way; I wanted to know what it felt like to have him cum
in my mouth.
Then I remembered something else I wanted to try, so I asked
him, "Bob, how about if I get a couple pictures of you?"
He looked at me for a few seconds. "You mean like this?"
"Of course."
"Why? What do you want naked pictures for?"
"Well, one of these days I'd like to do this again, but you
won't be around. Then I can take the pictures out and look at them
while I jerk off."
He smiled, "Oh, in that case, go ahead."
I was really kind of surprised he agreed to it, but I wasn't
going to turn down the opportunity. So I got my polaroid camera
from the closet and took a couple pictures of his naked form on the
bed. For one I had him hold his hard cock erect so it would show
clearly in the photo.
Then I put the camera down and climbed back onto the bed. He
sat up and said, "Here, you lay back."
I wriggled over to the center of the bed, and he straddled my
thighs and sat upright above me. His hands caressed across my chest
and nipples, and then moved downwards to my crotch. One hand
wrapped around my hard meat and began to stroke it, and the other
played over my stomach and around my balls. God, it felt great!
After a few minutes I told him, "Sit up, Bob, let me do it." So
he sat upright and watched while I pulled our pricks together. Then
I wrapped both of my hands around our two cocks and began to stroke
them, as one.
"HMMMMmmmm," he groaned, "That's good." He raised his hands and
clasped them behind his head, and thrust with his abdomen easily on
each stroke of our dicks.
I gasped as I looked at his torso above me -- tight muscles in
his arms and shoulders, his face reflecting the sensations in his
prick, little beads of sweat on his brow, dark hair in his armpits,
ripples across his abdomen -- and the heads of our cocks peering out
from my closed fist as I kept stroking. I had to tell him, "I love
to see you like that, Bob. That's incredibly sexy."
He smiled down at me, "I know. I've been told that before."
And we both laughed.
After a bit he lowered his hands, and he began to play with my
prick while I played with his. "That's some big dick you've got,
man," he said. "I wish mine was that big."
"Well," I replied, "Maybe you just have to exercise it some
more."
He laughed, "I exercise it plenty already. But how about
shovin' that big tool up my butt?"
I stared up at him, and my mouth probably gaped open -- that
idea had never occurred to me. I thought about it for several
moments but finally answered, "I've never done that before."
"That's okay; there's nothin' to it. Do you have some
vaseline?"
"I'll look." I got up off the bed and went quickly into the
bathroom, and came back with a jar. I stood next to the bed
while he got some on his finger and greased up his asshole.
I wasn't really sure I wanted to do this, and as a result my
dick had softened some. So I told him, "You need to warm this up
first or it won't work."
He saw what I meant, so he sat up on the edge of the bed. I
stepped up to him, and his mouth came forward and sucked my prick
right in. With one hand he played with my balls as his lips slid
back and forth on my dick, and that brought it up nice and hard
again. I loved watching his handsome face as it pistoned onto my
hot man-flesh.
When he saw I was ready, he got some vaseline on his hand and
swirled it around my shaft till it was nicely coated. Then he laid
down on the bed and turned over onto his stomach, so I climbed onto
the bed and straddled his thighs. I let my hands caress his
asscheeks for a few moments -- smooth and hairless, and pliable under
my fingers. I had never really thought about a guy's ass before,
but as I watched my hands playing with his cheeks I was very turned
on by it. The globes were full and rounded -- a real bubble butt --
and showed stark white against the brown tan of his back. Very sexy!
Then I leaned forward on my hands and positioned my cockhead at
his crack. He lifted his ass a little, and reached back with one
hand and guided my cock to his puckered sphincter.
I pushed a little. He grunted and said, "Easy. Not so fast."
I held still, and he adjusted my dick again. "Now," he said.
I pushed lightly and felt the head slide into him. But he
moaned, "Hold it."
I waited so he could get used to the feel of it. My cock is
pretty big, and I couldn't imagine how that was going to feel inside
of him.
Shortly he said, "Okay." So I pushed some more. It moved very
slowly, but started sliding in deeper.
But I saw his back stiffen. "Stop! Not so hard." So I
stopped. I wasn't sure what to do -- it seemed to be hurting him.
And I had never had a cock up my ass, so I had no experience to
guide me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. Just pull it back." I did, till just the head remained
inside him, and he rested for a few moments.
Then he said, "Okay." So I pushed again, slowly, and it slid
in. I kept pushing gently, and I watched as it disappeared into his
asshole. Then it was all the way in, and he moaned as my pubic hair
was grinding against his ass. To me it felt very hot and tight, and
I lay down on his back, just feeling my cock buried deep inside him.
I had to pause for a bit or I would pop off right away.
Shortly he said, "Okay, start fuckin' me." He spread his legs
so I could get my knees between them, and I rose back up onto my
hands and knees. Then I began to pump into him -- in and out, in
and out -- slowly and easily. He was breathing heavily but didn't
tell me to stop, so I kept at him for several minutes.
And then he was moaning, and his ass was lifting and pushing
back to meet my strokes. His voice was soft and hoarse, "Yeah! ...
Do that! ... Fuck me!!" So I thrust harder, and my stomach slapped
against his ass cheeks every time I hit bottom. And I kept fucking
him. More -- and more.
After a bit his head turned back towards me, "Are you gettin'
there?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to get off this way." What I wanted was for him
to suck me off. So I fucked him a little longer and then slowly
withdrew.
I stood up, and he looked back and asked, "Where are you
goin'?"
"I'm just gonna wash it off." I had read in a book that an
asshole is a super carrier of germs, and one thing I didn't need was
to catch something from him. So I went into the bathroom and washed
it off with soap and warm water.
Then I picked up a couple towels to have ready and went back to
the bed. He was lying on his back watching me, so I knelt down
next to the bed and took his still-hard prick into my mouth. My
hands roamed across his stomach and thighs and balls, while my lips
and tongue worked on his dick.
His hand caressed the back of my head while I worked on him,
and he suggested, "Why don't you suck me off?"
I kept stroking his cock while I thought for a moment -- I
really wanted to do that, but I didn't want it to look like I was
giving in too easily. So I replied, "I'll do yours if you do mine."
He hesitated, but then agreed, "Sure."
So I started sucking his cock seriously. I had never done this
before, but I thought about it now and worked at it. I took long
strokes on it, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could. I
tried to remember how others had done it to me, and what felt good.
I used my tongue on the head and swirled my mouth around it. Then
I held it still with my hand and licked it -- up and down, one side
and the other -- and then dove back down onto it.
At the same time my hands were working on his flesh -- playing
with his nipples, caressing his thighs, and tugging gently at his
balls. He was breathing harder but he still wasn't there.
My lips were getting tired from sucking him, so I pulled off
and stroked him rapidly with my hand.
But then I started sucking him some more, and pretty soon I
could feel his dick pulsing a little. I was taking deep strokes,
and suddenly I started to gag -- but I just swallowed and kept
going.
Soon I heard him breathing heavily, and a hoarse whisper,
"Yeah! ... Yeah! ... Yeah!"
I stroked a little faster, and my fingers tweaked his nipple --
and then his hips thrust up off the bed, and with a loud groan he
shot!!! I felt his cum coat my mouth and I gagged again -- but I
kept sucking. I could tell from the sounds he was making that it
was sending him through his skull. He spurted three -- four more
times. I let his cum dribble back down out of my mouth and over his
cock, because I didn't know how to handle it. I just knew I had to
keep stroking with my mouth till he was done.
That didn't take long. He put his hand on my head, "Stop!"
I stopped stroking but held his cock tightly in my mouth. I
had to swallow in order to breathe, so I took down a load of his
cum, and I was slightly surprised that the taste didn't bother me.
After a few moments I began sucking it again, very slowly,
trying to milk it a little more. But he almost screamed, "Stop!
Don't do that!"
I did as he asked, since I knew how sensitive the head is after
you cum. I licked the tip briefly and then slowly withdrew from
it. The hair at the base of his dick was soaked with his cum and my
saliva, so I picked up a towel and wiped my mouth off, and then
dried off his prick and abdomen. Some incredible experience!!
He lay there with his eyes closed as his breathing came back
to normal. Finally he looked over at me and smiled. "Good stuff,
man."
I smiled back, "I know. But now it's my turn."
"Yeah, I know."
I could see that his dick was softening rapidly as he stood
up. I lay down on the bed, and my cock was still hot and hard. We
had been at this for almost an hour, and I knew it wouldn't take me
long to get off.
He climbed up onto the bed between my spread legs and began
playing with my man-tool. Then he slowly lowered his mouth and
began to suck it. I watched while his head bobbed up and down, and
could see my cock sliding in and out.
He couldn't take all of it, but his nose almost reached into
the hair. I loved the hot wetness of his mouth wrapped around my
flesh, and he stroked up and down on it.
But I wanted to feel the whole shaft worked, so I suggested,
"Bob. Use your hand, too."
He knew what I meant, so he wrapped one hand around my prick
and began stroking it with both his hand and mouth.
I closed my eyes and moaned, "Yeah, Bob. ... Do that."
He kept at it -- up and down, up and down. My flesh was
slicked up from his saliva, and he kept going ... and going ... and
going.
I could feel it beginning to build, and there was a low moan in
my throat as I began to thust upwards to meet his lips. My hands
gripped the covers on the bed and my legs strained. "Yeah!! ...
Don't stop!!"
He stroked -- and stroked.
"YEAH!!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!"
At the last minute he pulled his mouth up and beat my meat
faster with his fist -- and then it was there!! The first spurt
shot up into the air and splashed onto his forehead. And I came --
and came -- and came!!!
When I stopped spurting he sat up and smiled down at me. "Wow,
you must have been savin' that up."
I laughed, "You got that right. That was just what I needed."