Incident with Tom

Organization: sun&moon

This is one of my first attempts at gay fiction.

I post it for everyone because I think I did an alright job, though

I do have some way to go before I'm a decent writer.

I hope you enjoy it--my email address is here if you have any particular

comments, literary or otherwise. I do not appreciate flames, though.

The work is copyright myself, 1994, though you may copy it as you wish.

This is, again, homosexual sex. Enjoy it.

INCIDENT WITH TOM

by Seluce

I had never had sex with anyone on my floor. Never, over the entire year. So many of those strong, sex-smelling men. I couldn't see, possibly, how I could have passed that entire time without ever touching one of my hall-mates. Or how nobody had ever come to me, maybe hinting or asking, EVEN ONCE! Some hot man, someone I had so many times really wanted to clutch: I was absolutely dying for his approach. Of every man's body I had seen in the showers, of every fat dick I'd heard soaped up and wrung out long and heavy, not one had ever slid warmly across my back. I had never held one of those warm solid torsos against mine, or let a broad man's mouth devour my face, or felt my hand forced down to a thick muscled knee. I NEVER GOT ANYTHING, though I was so teased with fantasy and temptation.

Never, until the last day of school, when the most unexpected, thrilling thing happened to me.

Over my freshman year, I had developed sort of a seedy voyeurism in the men's bathrooms. I'm sure everyone looks at men in the showers, but I was fortunate enough to have found small holes between a couple of the bathroom stalls. I really thought myself lucky, as I could catch a small view of the man next door while remaining discretely invisible. I would frequently follow my hall-mates into the bathroom when I was feeling horny, slipping into the center stall if I saw someone taking a shit in the far-right stall. I could sometimes catch a glimpse of some waistband being yanked down, or a lightly furred stomach being stroked, a moderate turn-on. The holes weren't located so that I couldn't actually see any sex meat, a fact which really pissed me off, since often I didn't want to see much else. But I could jerk off in the stalls to the sounds of my hall-mates' shit falling, and any quickened exhales or gasps usually got me off pretty quick.

It was in those stalls that I developed a strange attraction to Tom, the short hockey player who lived across from my room. Tom was such a hot little man, with a meaty chest, solid shoulders and short, thick, fuckable legs. He was a stud packed down to five feet, and I lusted for him, wanting to take his little manly body whatever way I could. He talked to me in such a thrilling, offhand manner; I pretended he was "suggesting something," though his actual words were relentlessly straight and homophobic. And he had a girlfriend who would come by to visit and have sex. I didn't think I had any chance with him, though I would have done almost anything just to have him close. I was always sure to follow Tom into the bathroom, and I was always hoping that something would come up.

I got just the best strokes from hearing his shit fall. I would keep my eye to the hole, trying to catch his belly and chest freed from his shirt or his balls straining his Jockeys. Once, I caught his face moving forward and his open-mouthed gasp as some especially large smooth shit stretched his sphincter wide and plopped into the bowl. I came right there, gripping myself hard and hot and shooting come all over the stall walls. How I would have loved to have seen Tom gasp again, on my upthrust, with my own dick packed into his slippery bowels.

That was really the one incident that made it sexually. I rarely saw anything else in those stalls after that, though on occasion I would have the thrill of being surrounded by the grunting, beef-shitting football players who also lived near my room.

But it was the last day of school that I had another memorable time with Tom in those stalls. It was the very end of the year, and people were packing their things and flying home. I grudgingly realized that I wasn't going to get laid by any of the fantasy fucks I had followed over the year. But I followed them all into the bathroom anyway, and caught what I believe was Tom's last shit before we both left.

I was already on the toilet. By chance, the only stall you could see out of was the center stall, so anyone else who wanted to shit had to take one right next to you. There's an empty "courtesy stall" that usually sits between two crapping men. I made it sure this one was filled by me. Squatting tight, actually shitting I believe, I heard the door squeak open and footsteps approach. I was so happy to hear Tom's characteristic breathing, and to watch him slip into my viewing area.

I pressed my eye close to the hole, adjusting my seat so I good get a pleasurable grip on my swelling penis. As usual, I could see just a blur of denim and sweatshirt as Tom unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. I didn't even see his cotton-clad ass before it was naked and over the bowl. I stroked myself lightly. Tom gave little shits, and little sighs, and then fell quiet.

And then he looked right at me.

Instantly I was swept with a wave of panic and numbness. I pulled myself back from the hole, feeling a sweaty chill that was actually, underneath the fear, very exciting and erotic. My penis was raging hard. I made no sound, and I heard nothing from Tom. I wondered if he really could have seen me. I had checked the hole system before; the light comes from above Tom's stall, and the shadows seem to hide any interruption of light that could be made by someone's face on the other side.

The thrill of being "discovered" couldn't escape me. I felt so horny. And I was secretly hoping that he had seen me. I went to look again. This time I tried to stay back further so I could get hopefully more lost in the shadows. I peeked through.

And he was looking at me again. His look pressed so very, very deep. I thought I could have begged him to fuck me, right there, so delirious was I with the reckless thrill of being "caught" and of coming so close to sexual opportunity.

Did he see me see him? I thought for a moment that he could have just been looking at the paper roll, and what had hit me was the "overlook," a cheap close call.

But the thought that maybe Tom had seen me, that he had read in my eyes what I hadn't said all year long, sent my body boiling and my head spinning. I wanted desperately for him to have seen. I needed his approach, his "catching me", at least his disgust.

I refused to look again. My heart made the vessels in my neck bulge out, and I felt waves of goosebumps and sweat and heady adrenaline sweep through me. I could hear Tom shift, get up, wipe his ass and flush. There seemed to be an exceptionally long wait between that flush and his exit from the stall. Was his walk more deliberate now? I was thinking that if he had left right then, I would be sorely disappointed.

Tom walked to the sink and washed his hands. I hadn't made a sound since I last saw his eyes, and I was just sitting tense over the bowl with my swimming head and aching penis. I felt unable to move. I listened hard.

Tom walked back toward me. I was sure this time that it was a slower, affected walk, and my glands poured passion and fear into my veins.

He stopped in front of my stall. I was hopelessly at his mercy. I wckless and fucking. My body screamed out sex and I was absolutely paralyzed. Blood surged through my head.

"Steve, are you O.K.?"

So he knew it was me, and he knew something was radically wrong. He had seen me. I hoped my silence communicated lust. I finally lost it a little, and sucked in a gasp. I could say nothing. I felt such an awesome doom.

Tom waited. Those moments are ones I'll remember forever; all that desire and fear and crazy lust sending me over the edge.

I silently begged him to open the door. The time passing burned in my groin. I struggled to read him, to hear the breaths out of that body, so, so close. I could feel his body, it was so warm and sexual. I stared at his feet, and felt a ferocious hunger.

My breathing was tight. I was sure he could hear it. I was glad. And finally, he moved. His hand rose to the door handle, and struggling not to pass out, I lifted my arm and unlatched it. My balls squirmed tight to my body and my penis was slick with sweat in its rock-hard arch as Tom pushed the door open and stepped one step inside. Suddenly what we were to each other was so clear, so close. He filled the world in front of me, and I arched up slightly, in awe, my mouth open. I was giving myself to him, and almost came watching his eyes fixate on my cock and climb up to my sweating, drained face. He looked so incredibly sexual, and I knew I was nothing but sexual to him. I would be touching him. I would have his body unclothed and swollen against mine. I would have his trunk pressed between my legs. I would be gripped in his short, muscled arms and pressed by his manliness down into his mattress. I was on fire, sitting, burning, naked in front of him, with such chemicals swimming through my brain, with my groin aching and rising forward.

Tom stared down at my crotch. I watch his jeans crawl and bulge. I was lost now, damned, so much had happened, and with such a desirous force as I had ever felt before I reached out slowly and cupped his crotch. It was the fattest, warmest, most delicious bundle I had ever held. Tom was surprised, but didn't pull away. I squeezed and stroked, caressed and worshiped his sex. He reached down to my arm. His touch, he just touched me, and I was swimming alive. Suddenly everything rushed from my head, and this invigorating surge pressed the reality of our new connection and the reality of our imminent sex. I slid my hand off his jeans, and he backed out of the stall.

"Come by my room when you're done."

Tom walked out of the bathroom, and I pulled the stall door shut. I felt the greatest feelings right then, just sitting with Tom out of the bathroom. It was amazing, what had just happened, and what I was soon going to do. I felt the strongest, most burning lust and exhilarating life-feeling I had ever felt. I was tempted to masturbate just then, some instinct from my self-sexed past, but I understood that nothing could be more foolish now, after the invitation to Tom's body. I let my hand brush the base of my penis, just for the delicious thrill, and then stretched out, trying to loose some of that heart-damaging, mind-altering juice from my veins. There was no longer any shadow need to shit, so I got off the toilet and flushed. I pulled up my pants, relishing the fact that my penis fought being pressed back into clothes, and left the stall for the sink.

Holy shit. The spring air blew what I felt was sweet sex from the window. I walked tall out of the bathroom and towards Tom's room.

In front of his door, I felt once again that destabilizing panic, and for just one sickening moment, feared that all I had just experienced was a delusion, a strange fantasy. I slumped down slightly and waited for the wave to pass. Finally, sex crawled back into my belly, and I reached up and knocked on Tom's door.

"Come in." Tom sounded nice.

I opened the door and felt my legs move my body from the doorway to the center of the room. Without really seeing anything yet, I closed the door behind me. And there was Tom, sitting on the lower bunk, relaxed, watching me.

I stood there some more, and then let my desire, so right, aim me to his bed. Tom reached up as I drove into him, grasping my chest as I pushed him back. His sweet body swelled against mine as I climbed upon him.

"You solid fucking man." I stopped my drive and looked him in the face. Tom's mouth was open and we started to kiss, my body dropping full over his as he thrust his meat and roughed his chest against mine. I enveloped his head with my arms, and caught his jaw between my lips. Tom was good and jowly, and I loved his taste. He had just a smell of male sex to him, or maybe I had made his Tom-smell, his scent of heat-giving skin and muscled athletics, my scent of lust for the season.

I pushed myself all over him. Our legs twined, and my knees stroked the warmth of his seasoned hockey calves. The flesh of his face was full over mine, and our mouths locked as we kissed again, and again, and I felt such release and bliss in his slick probing, his clamping, his sucking lips. His tongue pushed into me roughly and lightly, and I licked deep the moist hot cave of his mouth.

At last, with our jaws fatigued and the first of our joys realized in the rising warmth of our bodies, we stopped kissing. I closed my eyes and let the sound of Tom's breathing possess me. I had this fucker in my arms and I had never thought it could happen. How excellent.

I stroked his arms. Now, drawing back, I saw how really wonderful his body was. Hockey and the juice of his balls had filled out his short frame handsomely. I felt the fullness of his shoulders beneath his shirt, and relished the solid pack of his chest and the density of his gut. It was amazing how such power could be so compressed into such a fuckable, desirous mass. He was excellent to the touch. I pressed down and slid so that my shoulders were just above his waist. I could feel a certain large pressure against my chest, but I let it throb and wait. Tom sighed as I pressed against him, and he lifted his arms, stretching out that gorgeous trunk.

I snaked my hands around Tom's back and pulled his mass to my face. He rubbed my face over his thick pectorals and I felt his heart pumping strongly. I brought my stroking hands to the small of his back, and pushed them under his shirt, lifting it above his head. I roughed over the lightest fluff of hair on his belly. The firmness, the round dense solidity of that beautiful gut drove me wild. Tom was shirtless and hot. Then I pulled off my own shirt and squirmed upon him, our naked chests heating together. Tom squeezed me to his knotty breast, and then relaxed, as I swirled my mouth over his body, licking the sweat, tasting the man. Tom lied back, and then began twitching and squirming as I moved my mouth down, under his gorgeous chest muscles, to his navel, and below, to that smooth-silk region right between the navel and the waistband.

I felt heat below my chin. Lifting my eyes up just an inch, I caught my breath at the gap that was growing between Tom's body and his underwear, and between his underwear and his jeans. There was dark sex inside. I dropped my face again, right between his legs, and blew hot breath. The mound that was Tom's balls and penis loomed, straining, before me. I paused, and in one long caress stroked from his chin to his chest, over his trunk and his pubis onto his engorged crotch.

I clutched his cock with such intensity, and stroked the fat matter of his balls under the denim fabric so passionately, that Tom almost rose off the bed. He writhed and moaned, and I squeezed, feeling it all, filling my palms with this man, poking my fingers into the yielding flesh of his cum-filled sex. I pressed into him with my face, nuzzling him up higher on the bedboard, pressing hard. I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the full fat curve of his scrotum, exhaling wet, hot air. Tom's fingers were clutching wildly at my hair, and I licked them, and pulled my face away, and pped the waistband of his jeans. The top button snapped, and then below, two, three, four, five buttons bursting, and Tom's cock sprang out, full and hard, against his shorts. I pulled his jeans to his knees, and he yanked them completely off, as I reached up again to the big sexy red shadow inside his briefs. Tom was leaning up now, breathing hard, as I lifted the white fabric from his groin and exposed his big savory manliness.

What a sight. I cast Tom's underwear off the bed and crawled up to him from between his legs, sliding my hands up and down his meaty calves and thighs. Before me, his red penis thumped and quivered. Tom had a long cock. It was all one thickness, from the head to the base, and seemed to be not solid-hard, like bone or my own dick, but fleshy, full, slick. It was a thick bag inflated around a central rigid tube, and it drew up very tall and so, so red from his body. Its base slid right into his balls, making one sexual unit, and it arched upwards towards his chest. I got the impression that this was not an organ but a gland; smooth, hot, tubular and penetrating, a tool for seed, for fucking. I thought of the treat his girlfriend had had, being plowed by so singular a male shaft.

And I thought of how it was mine. I had been admiring it, gaping in fact, as Tom lay still and tense and flushed with anticipation. Now I readied my mouth, as this penis was begging to be kissed. I tried to recall every fantasy technique I had imagined for Tom as I lowered my head to the mattress, and, softly chewing, brought the skin of his balls between my wet lips. Tom squirmed as his testicles churned in raging excitement, and I slipped more of the bag into my mouth. Smooth and hairless, his scrotum yielded to my suction as I tenderly slid one ball across my tongue. The fat egg glided deliciously slow, past my gums, as I mouthed and tongue-feathered its pregnant tenderness. I sucked more, sliding over to the next testicle, and filled my mouth with as much of the male essence as I could.

I was on my knees now, straddling his right leg, with one hand palming that magnificent chest as I slid the other beneath his warm left thigh. My world was filled with those red sweaty orbs as I kissed, and nuzzled, and licked, and sucked from their dark underside to the smooth swelling foundation of his dick.

I paused then, and, pulling back, reapplied lubricating saliva to my lips. Tom reached over to the back of my head and fingered falteringly along my scalp. His touch was tense, and helpless, and I again approached my feast. I lunged my gaping mouth at the underside of his dick, catching him midway upon the shaft. Tom tensed involuntarily as I slid slowly, sucking the delicious breadth of his cock as it ran redly between my lips. I sucked to its base, and then reversed, chewing and tonguing up to his spongy head. The ability of Tom's cock to resist the pressure of my mouth decreased as I advanced upon the shaft, until at the tip, his cockhead and my lips were firmly pressed upon his navel. The rest of his gut warmed and weighted my head. Trapped like this, I placed the tenderest kisses and the lightest tongue-taps on his penis's tip. Inside it, I could taste the slippery, ecstatic antecedent of his come.

Suddenly Tom flexed, and his penis sprang out from my chin, for one moment quivering under total strain, its vibrating arched length beating crimson and fat. As the spasm departed and his penis began to sink back down, I caught it between my lips and sucked the head inside, while Tom bucked and swore. From the corner of my eye I saw him open his mouth and arch his head back, dumbfounded, gripped; once again expelling The Gasp. I completely enveloped his hot cockhead in my mouth, and as his sweetest juice began tracing a path beyond my teeth, I lowered my head more, more, as the smooth pulsing tube slid over my gums and my whipping tongue to sink deep inside my throat. Tom cried aloud as his red length sank endlessly into my mouth's organic hot casing. He bucked again, and I, impaled, felt the heat of his burning thickness deep inside. Tom moaned and shook, and was breathing so deeply, I almost thought he'd pass out. The last inch of his cock slid magnificently slow into my mouth and my lips sunk to his balls as I sucked my hardest. Mighty Tom tensed in one incredible heave and thrust into me, unbelievably gripped, his legs spreading wide as every channel in his groin dilated for the release of his sweet liquors, his every muscle and gland aflame, swelling, till the sperm burst like a tidal wave from his balls and became the mixed cocktail of his come as it burst through the length of his meat and jetted into my stomach. His penis perceptibly thickened from the pressure of the shooting semen. Wailing out the longest grinding orgasmic moan, Tom pushed harder and harder, and I intensified my enveloping vacuum as a wall of come slammed into my stomach. He cried out again as the awesome wave of first ecstasy crested. Dropping down and bobbing up as repeated waves burst from his loins, Tom bounced about the bed. I clamped the spasming, writhing cock in my mouth and held its awesome spray. Launch upon launch of his sweet come showered my throat, but I kept him locked in my sweet slick vise. My neck muscles were exhausted and Tom was shining with sweat and flushed with a thousand pleasures when his balls finally spewed their last. The orgasm ended, as I milked the last spoonfuls of sperm from his ravished organ.

Tom fell on the bed, arms and legs spread out, his head back on his pillow and his mouth frozen open. His breathing was heavy, panting, his considerable strength fully spent. I gently released his throbbing organ from my mouth, and lied down next to Tom, my throat raw from its recent assault. Come still coated my tonsils. Tom was silent and staring until somewhat of a groan and a pained laugh ground itself out. He inhaled, deeply, and then sat up clutching his balls, moaning in memory of ecstasy.

"Ohhh. Lord. shit." Tom laughed and cried again, and then looked at me with the most incredulous flushed expression. "I fucking ache. That was really good."

I smiled, pretty pleased with what had happened. We just lay, Tom shaking his head and massaging his taxed groin, as I spread out and tracked down the come still pooled throughout my head.

In the midst of our sex I had shed all my clothes. My penis was hard and now completely visible, and it was getting pretty anxious to discharge some of its own. Tom took notice. He smiled a little, watching it, and then looked up to my face. He slid up next to me and we embraced. I could make it a habit to lie with this man. It was good just to have him touching me, his chest on mine, his arms flopped loosely over my shoulders and our legs gently rubbing. Tom was so fine. We kissed, and I stroked his stomach as he slid his hand along my chest. His spent dick hung lazily, but still swollen, between his legs. His balls were slowly returning to rest, and there was a certain look of exhaustion in every one of his muscles. His beautiful bulk seemed too tired to move. In Tom's mind, though, I could still see some desires.

Tom reached down and began playing with my cock. I was all fidgety for a while, it was so strange that HE would be stroking me, but I found I liked it and I let him finger me however he wished. I kept my hands stroking along his chest.

My penis was enjoying the attention. I was very hard, and I would come near orgasm once or twice in the course of his rubbing. I could tell Tom was eying my cock with the aim of eventually putting it in his mouth, a realization that flushed me with excitement. But I couldn't help wanting to push it a little more. I had done so much already, had crossed unbelievably my old boundaries between reality and fantasy. I had never thought that what had happened could ever possibly happen. I felt I could take any chance, demand the most outrageous favor, do anything I wanted.

"Tom, can I fuck you?"

He stopped stroking me, and kind of caught in his breath. I noticed his penis twitch a little, but it seemed still to be so spent that it couldn't manage more than a feeble, delicious roll.

He was thinking. Then he turned to my face, and, putting his hands on my shoulders, lay down on me, kissing me squarely and snaking his tongue inside my cheeks. We kissed passionately, and I hoped he was tasting a little of his earlier discharge.

"Alright, you bold bastard."

Blissful. My cock started up again, and my heart raced with that numbing energy that had almost dropped me in the toilet stall. We held each other a little longer, until Tom indicated a drawer.

"There's condoms and lube in there." He rolled his magnificent bulk off me, and I climbed up and out of the bed, stretching my naked body. I in peach condoms and a tube of K-Y. I realized that Tom and his girlfriend had been up to some fun on their own.

Tom watched me from the bed, where he lay on his back. Seeing my penis fully erect and wagging, and watching me peel the condom wrapper open and begin to roll it on, he caught his breath, and self-consciously flexed his ass muscles. I thought, "I'm gonna slide it in you good and hard, Tom." Though I hoped I'd be fucking him for a long time.

My penis inside the condom, I uncapped the tube of jelly and squeezed some on my fingers, spreading it out and warming it up. I walked back to Tom and placed my lubricated hand on his belly, sliding it back and forth. Tom took a deep breath and shook, and rolled his lumpen mass off the side of the bed to kneel on the floor. He lifted his ass to me and turned his head to watch.

This new view of Tom was a killer. So meaty; such a fucking little man, a horse, a husky hockey stud. His back was broad and well-muscled, his shoulders a solid pack, and his ass was full and strong above the twin trunks of his well-built thighs. His calves too were deliciously firm and broad, and just slightly hairy.

I walked up behind this naked specimen of man and dropped with my slicked hand on the flat of his back. I slid it gently back and forth, til Tom's forceful breathing met its tempo. I noticed his balls beginning to crawl again between his cheeks, and squeezed a little lube onto them. Tom moaned as my greasy finger stroked to the crack of his ass. He tensed, and shifted, avoiding the tickling probe, as I traced his cheeks and the paths to his dark anus.

I drew up behind him, kneeling squarely behind his ass and wrapping our legs together. I rested the tube of gel on the bed and made sure I always had a hand on Tom's fleshy side as I squeeze some lube variously onto my palm, my cock, and his anus. Tom would pinch up whenever I brought my finger to his opening as I slid over the curves of his ass. I put the slightest dab of grease on my fingertip and pressed against his hole. Tom had never been fucked before, and of course I had never fucked anyone, so I tried to remember what I could from porn and allowed my animal intuition to explore the possibilities of pleasure.

"Try to squeeze like you're taking a really big shit," I said, tingling a little at the memory of that first breathtaking incident with Tom. He drew in his breath, and tried to press something, and his hole flared ever the slightest. I had pushed my finger in halfway before he clamped down.

Tom swore and attempted to expel the invading digit. I retracted it slightly, but never pulled it out, and when he again gritted his teeth and opened for my pressure I shoved it all the way in. What a hot moist chamber his ass was. From every side his anal walls pressed in, burning hot and absolutely slick, as I thrust my well-coated finger to the left and to the right. Tom shifted uncomfortably as I played my finger inside his hole, gradually conditioning his sphincter for the eventual accommodation of a considerably larger member. I made sure I had spread plenty of lubricant, and withdrew the one finger and replaced it with two.

My fingers are very long, and I was able to duplicate somewhat the approach of a penis and get a fair measure as to the nature of Tom's inner passage. I pushed and pulled, and bent my fingers at the knuckles, and probed every corner of his rectum. When he seemed fairly immune to the more outrageous pryings of my fingers, I decided it was time. I looked down at my penis, swollen and long, burning with expectation inside its latex sheath, and moved it behind Tom's back door.

I made it slick with gel, completely coated and ready. I removed my fingers from his ass and moved one hand from his chest to his shoulder, where I gripped him firmly. With my other hand, I positioned my dick. "Tom--" I said, and then pressed my tip against his hole.

He was shaking, and the tension was heavy as my cock made a fat wad at the threshold of Tom's dark bowels. "Breath deep" I said, as I nuzzled just the very tip of my cock to his sphincter, where it caught. I stroked Tom's sides with both my arms now as we waited, prepared, calmed ourselves. My hands moved to his shoulders, and I pushed. Hard.

Tom almost roared as my cock head slipped through his anguishingly tight sphincter. I thrust the first inch of myself up Tom's ass, as he instinctively tried to push me out. "Come on" I said, firmly, as Tom made motions to crawl away. I dropped down onto his back and wrapped my arms around his girth. "Come on. Let it in." Tom relaxed, just a little, as the lube did its magic and let the slow steady pressure of my dropping pelvis force my rod into Tom's heat. Slowly, slowly, my cock glided into his warm rectum. The feeling was heavenly. I pushed, and felt his tissues yield, hugging and stimulating my fantastically excited nerve endings, delivering me such uncontrollable pleasures. I was halfway in now, and I paused, to get the sensations of this partial entrance fully realized. Tom told me it hurt, and I told him I knew, and then lifted off his back and placed my hands right below his ribs. I pulled out a little, making Tom spasm and moan, and then forced my cock home.

I thrust full hard inside him. Tom bucked up, trying to force me off. He cried in pain as his sphincter clamped down on my dick and found itself painfully strained. I was trying to make it as nice as I could, and Tom finally accepted my dominating rhythm, as I began fucking and fucking him. I would pull out slightly, and push in, and jabbing once, found his prostate. Tom swelled up at the pleasure and smiled in disbelief. It felt good, he told me, in a tone of great surprise. And the good feelings I was getting! The most awesome sensations were shooting from my dick as I plowed Tom's tight ass. I had never felt anything like it, these waves, this delicious animal slip-sliding up Tom's hot rectum. I fucked with a steady rhythm. And I fully felt where I was, inside Tom, this fucking sexual beast whom I had lusted for so long. Grasping his body beneath mine, I plowed ever more intently, and clutched his chest, his abs, his once-again erect exciting penis. I slid my fingers over his face. He caught my fingers in his mouth as I kissed the back of his head and ground his back with my chest. I could kiss him if I dropped over his head, and I did, as he turned and met my lips in passionately impaled stupor. We kissed, and clutched one another, as I drove intently home every time, my penis swelling, my balls in unsustainably tight bliss, my penis swelling with sexual fire.

And it hit. The first signals were in the uncontrollable tightening of my entire body. My eyes began to blur as with every thrust more and more feelings started rushing from my cock. I held myself back a moment, and thrust, once more, twisting my cock and forcing it deeper than it had ever gone. Tom's face contorted and a steady groan started from his throat. I too started moaning, as an incredible knot of pressure built in my loins and disabled my hold on reality. I grabbed in either hand one of Tom's breasts and moaned as I CAME, an unstoppable tide, a flood of come pounding from my depths. I held myself in that deepest push, and then released, pulled back, and hammered Tom's ass with a fusillade of thrusts that slammed him into the bedside and tore the condom in two. The sperm pumped out of my balls nonstop while I free and wild raced over the unreal pleasures that consumed my body. I was breathless and shaking when the final climactic bursts had rumbled through my body, seeding Tom's darkness, blasting inflamed passions.

Then it was over. I couldn't move as the heady pleasures lingered in my mind, and my penis slid to a halt in Tom's ravished ass. We two had sweat so much. The heat now rising from our bodies was like a shower, and I lay in its mist, so relieved.

Finally I slid out of his rectum and collapsed onto the floor. The condom fell away in wet ribbons. I stared at Tom, smiling. He was flushed and sweaty, and looked exhausted as he turned to me, incredulous, and shook his head.

"Unbelievable," he said, and dropped to the floor.

We pulled a couple blankets off his bed and laid down on top of them. Tom was in my arms and our bodies were pressed together as we savored our experience, sustained our vivid memories through our shared warmth and spent sex. I was in heaven. I told Tom I had had a great time. He smiled, and I shut his mouth with my lips as we loved each other again, holding the bliss. I was free from thoughts, just overwhelmed with the fantastic intensity of the events I had experienced. Later, the scenes of that day would visit me, repeatedly, vividly, as I maintained such wonderful feelings from the impossible thrill of it all.

My sex with Tom was the greatest thing that had happened all year. That it had come on this day, of all, when we all were to depart, made it even more special. The summer held such promise, as everything felt different to me, and I had made a most wonderful new acquaintance that would prove as delicious in the future as he was that day.

I kissed Tom again, and he suggested, "I'll have to come and visit you next year."