This story is fiction, depicting a grown man's encounter with a young but legal college student. Do not read this story if graphic descriptions of sex between males offend you or if it is illegal for you to do so.
Jamie - Part 2
I glanced up.
His cock, hanging in front of pendulous balls, was at eye level. Hesitantly, I reached out to hold it. But before touching it, a vestige of my other life made me say, "May I?"
"Of course," he whispered, "Do what pleases you."
As I fondled his cock and balls, my head was swirling. I'd never touched--or even seen up close--another guy's equipment. And now I had my hands on a magnificently proportioned cock with permission to feel, see, and smell it. I fondled it gently, savoring every moment. In time, I was pleased to see that beautiful organ begin to swell. I continued, with great pleasure, until it was nearly erect. Then, without a word, he pulled me to my feet and began to undress me. He unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. He removed my undershirt. Then he gently led me to the mirrored closet doors so I had a head-to-toe view of both of us. He stepped behind me. Reaching around my waist, he unfastened my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and pulled down the zipper on my fly. All the while, I watched us in the mirror as he nestled his head into my shoulder.
My cock was raging and dying to be free. My briefs were already moist with precum. My pants fell to the floor and he reached under my briefs, drawing circles with his finger in my pubic hair. When he touched my cock I moaned. He moved the aching rod to an upright position . . . and none too soon for it had begun to be painful. With little delay, he lowered my briefs and they fell to the floor. He massaged my chest and teased my nipples. I could feel his cock pressing into the crack of my ass. I was in ecstasy already and we had only begun.
He moved around to be in front of me, put his hands on my ass cheeks and pulled them toward him as he thrust his hips forward. Our cocks ground together with my precum oozing profusely down both our rods. I moaned quietly again. I grabbed his ass as he had mine and squeezed. I was delirious with pleasure. I was oblivious to everything beyond our two naked bodies. The storm, my customer, my family were nonexistent. The overpowering pleasure consumed me.
While I would have been delighted to stand locked together much longer, he broke away and led me to the bed motioning me to lie down. As if in a trance, I did. He started massaging my chest then moved to my calves. Then back to my chest, each time working closer to my crotch. Then to my thighs, spreading them slightly to more effectively stimulate the inside surfaces. He had the most sensuous touch--gentle yet firm--that I could ever have imagined. He got closer and closer to my cock, which, by this time, was so engorged that I felt it was about to burst. But he never touched it. Instead, he repeated the massage with his tongue and lips--masterfully working my chest and legs with his warm, moist mouth. That just about put me over the edge. Finally, he was licking my balls and taking them into his mouth one at a time and then together. My moans became louder and more frequent. I was completely out of control, paralyzed by pleasure.
When his tongue touched the head of my cock, I jerked convulsively. When his lips circled the head, I groaned loudly. When I felt lips around the shaft I was in a complete erotic high. With no rational thoughts. With no control over my actions. I thrust my hips, forcing the entire shaft into his throat. I was oblivious to his reaction but my reaction was almost instantaneous. My cock erupted violently with the most intense, debilitating, exhilarating, violent, profound orgasm of my life. Wave after wave of tremors shook my entire body as I shot I don't know how much cum down his throat. I was completely overwhelmed by the sensations radiating in waves of ecstasy from my crotch to every part of my body.
Finally--it must have been several minutes, I settled back down onto the bed. I was trembling and still almost paralyzed with the overwhelming pleasure. I could feel my rapid pulse throughout my body, which only prolonged the ecstasy. Eventually, my breathing returned to normal. But my cock was still on fire. I looked down and found out why. Jamie was softly licking the oozing cum from my super sensitive slit. It took a while for me to return from orbit. When I did, I gasped, "God, that was wonderful. Beyond my wildest dreams."
"I could tell you liked it," Jamie said dryly and then added (bless him), "So did I." He moved to sit next to me on the bed, laying a hand on my thigh. His expression seemed to be one of pleasure (I think he really did enjoy working his magic on me.) and concern (wondering if I was all right). His skill at sex was remarkable but his compassion was without equal.
When some of my strength and senses returned, I looked at him. He sat cross-legged on the bed beside me. His cock was limp. Suddenly, I felt selfish. I had had the ultimate orgasm, a once-in-a-lifetime sexual rapture. Jamie had to feel cheated. I said as much to him.
"Not to worry," he said, "It was thrilling to be able to give you so much pleasure."
"Can I do you?" I asked, embarrassed at my awkward phrasing.
"I'd like that." He laid back on the bed. I was disappointed that he had gone limp but I would do my best to restore vigor to his meat. I began the sequence he had used on me, trying to be as sensuous as he had been. Almost before I began, however, he interrupted and asked, "Have you tasted cum?" I said that I had, but only my own. "OK," he replied, "because it's an acquired taste. You don't have to take it in your mouth if you don't want to." But I wanted to; I wanted to savor his hot young creamy cum.
I resumed massaging his firm hard chest, paying attention to the nipples that stood at attention for my inspection amid the fine hair that covered his chest. My admiration for his young firm body was akin to worship. Moving to his thighs, I was pleased to see that his cock was hardening; before long it was fully engorged and inviting my mouth. I wanted to take it all in immediately but followed the procedure Jamie had shown me (although my efforts were much less skillful). The closer I got to his cock, the harder my own became and I realized that it had never fully relaxed since long before my spectacular orgasm. Was that 20 minutes ago? An hour? More? Whatever time it was, my cock had been hard longer than at any time in my life. And the ache in my groin felt marvelous.
I finally reached his cock. No longer nervous, my inhibitions were totally gone. I wrapped my lips around the dome, which was beginning to leak precum, and the sensation was superb. I felt the heat of his meat. I tasted his precum. I got hotter and hotter. As my tongue circled the head, the feelings were wonderful. My mind's eye saw that glorious column of young meat being ravenously licked and sucked by my eager mouth. I moved my lips down the shaft. Lubricated with my saliva, the dome slid into and out of my mouth easily, naturally, erotically. I took in about half his length but found it awkward to take in any more. I curled fingers of one hand through his abundant pubic hair while fondling his balls with the other hand. I was in rapture with my first taste of cock and I wanted it to go on forever. After a few minutes, however, I sensed that Jamie was about to shoot his load. I braced myself while continuing to stroke his shaft with my mouth.
Without thrusting his hips and ramming more cock into my mouth, he blasted a stream of hot cum against the back of my throat. I gagged but managed to capture most of it and hold it in my mouth. The sweet/salty taste was far better than my own, mostly, I realize, because it was coming from this young man's cock. I formed a tight seal around his shaft with my lips and continued stroking his now throbbing cock. Another burst of cum filled my mouth, and a third. It was too much to hold; I swallowed some but more ran down his cock onto his ball sack. I could have kept that delicious meat in my mouth longer but he gently pushed my head away.
I laid down beside him, my arm across his chest, my still-hard cock across his hips. Finally, he looked at me and said, "I thought you were new to this. That was a fine blow job." I smiled back appreciatively.
We laid there, locked in a firm embrace, for some time and talked. I told him how wonderful it had been. He said he could understand, that he remembered his first encounter. "But," he added, "maybe yours was better because you waited so long."
"Too long," I said. "I could have had this kind of pleasure for years if only I had had the courage to do what I wanted to do."
"You did what you had to do," he said, "and you have a family and good job to show for it." His mention of my family brought guilt back to my consciousness. Voices from deep within me were chastising me for being unfaithful to my wife and for engaging in what my parents and others had called totally shameful behavior.
But Jamie perceptively read my expression and said, "One time with another guy doesn't have to ruin what you've achieved. You can go home, pick up where you left off, and still have the memory of a great experience."
"Maybe," I said without any conviction. "Maybe when I get home the routine of work, mowing the lawn, and shuttling the kids to soccer practice will help." Jamie asked about my children, possibly to focus my mind on reality. If that was his intent, it worked. I told him about them, taking particular pride in their achievements.
"Sounds wonderful," Jamie said, "I'd like to adopt some kids some day myself. The courts are more liberal now and my partner wants a family, too."
"Your partner?" I was stunned. It had never occurred to me that Jamie was anything but a lone gay. I pulled away from him and sat up in bed. "You're living with a partner now?"
"Yes," he said with a broad grin. "A junior, psych major, we've been together about 18 months now. A really great guy."
"But you're having sex with me," I blurted out.
"Yes, and it was great." He anticipated my next barrage of questions from my expression. "And yes, I'll tell him about what we've done. He'll understand. Like I said, he's a great guy." He no doubt could tell that I was even more surprised. As he resumed talking, I could tell he was groping for words. "Look, what we've done is pure sex. No chances of...well...bonding with you. I'm not betraying my love for my partner. I love him and he knows it. With you, it's..." His groping for words became more obvious. "It's a favor to a guy in need and," he added quickly, "a favor for me because I was horny as hell." After an awkward pause, he sat up, cross-legged on the bed and concluded, "Don't worry. It's OK. We both got what we needed. And it doesn't have to damage either of our lives."
He sounded so very confident that he and his partner could resume their lives together even knowing what happened. How I envied what he had: youth, comfort in being gay, and a great partner who understood. I was just as confident that, if I could resume my life at all, no one could ever know. And there was the nagging question: having experienced the ecstasy of gay sex, could I even hope to resume my life?
After considerably more reassurances from Jamie, I felt more comfortable with the situation. At that point, Jamie said, "So let's enjoy the moment. Why don't we jump into the shower and clean up." In spite of his wording, I was surprised when he followed me to the bathroom and got in the shower with me. He started to lather me in a sensual, erotic way that I would not have thought possible. My cock responded by attaining an erection very quickly. When he began to lather my groin, he noticed the erection and remarked, "Wow, you're still at attention. Won't it ever go down?"
"Not when there's so much action to be had," I replied. He took the hint and started masturbating me, the soapy lather producing a remarkable sensation. With the hot shower streaming down onto the small of my back and on my ass, Jamie worked me into a total frenzy again. I screamed and shot a stream of cum across his face and chest. My legs almost gave out and I was trembling.
But Jamie was laughing--a spontaneous, infectious laugh that came right from the heart. "You didn't tell me you had a repeating rifle down here," he joked.
I glanced down and saw my cum rolling down his cheeks and chest. Then I laughed. Not since high school had I ejaculated a second time so soon. For that matter, I couldn't remember when I'd kept a hard-on for so long. We rinsed, got out of the shower, and dried each other off. He couldn't avoid another admiring joke, "Man, you've got a permanent woodie."
Without dressing, we sat in the only two chairs that Day's Inn provides. We talked--I told him how grateful I was and how it was a life- long dream come true. He insisted that he enjoyed it almost as much as I did. I found myself casting frequent glances downward to his youthful but firm and nicely shaped chest. He noticed. He moved his chair away from the table so I could see his crotch. He spread his legs slightly to improve my view. His limp cock below the furry patch of hair was a sight to behold. "Does my staring bother you?" I asked.
"Not at all. I'm flattered." Glancing down, he added, "I'm glad to see that your meat is taking a break." He was right. My member was no longer rigid although it still tingled and ached--a glorious feeling.
I was getting embarrassed admiring Jamie's body and said, "It's after seven, how 'bout some food." A pained expression returned to his face. "My treat," I said, "or rather, my company's treat." His eyes brightened somewhat. "I think I saw a burger place next door, I'll go get us some burgers and fries." With that, I rose quickly to dress, partly to deflect any objections from Jamie about my buying the meal.
When I returned, Jamie had put on his pants and was watching the Weather Channel. "TV says the storm's passed and the road crews are out. We should be good to go in the morning." As I looked at him--that youthful yet manly figure--I thought "I'm good to go right now," but that was clearly not his meaning.
After eating, I asked, "Want to get an early start in the morning? That'll put us in Ann Arbor before noon and it will give me time to set up for my demo."
"Good idea," he replied, "but that means getting to bed early." His raised eyebrows, subtle smile, and twinkling eyes suggested that he was thinking of more than sleep. But he had already done so much for me, I felt I couldn't expect or ask for more.
"Sounds good," I said, "between the driving and the...shall we say calisthenics...I've had quite a day."
I set the alarm for 6:00 a.m., stripped to my briefs, and crawled into bed. Curiously, Jamie just sat there watching me. "You gonna sleep in that chair or what?" I asked. He looked at me for just a moment, rose, and walked to the side of the bed. He took off his tee shirt and tossed it aside. He rubbed his chest and played with his nipples before slowly and seductively loosening his pants. He was deliberately doing a strip tease for me. And he was very good at it, too. It had the inevitable effect on me; my cock grew harder and harder. He rubbed his soft cock under the white cotton briefs and began gyrating his hips. Then he began to pull down his briefs ever so slowly and teasingly.
When his briefs finally fell to the floor, he whispered, "Wouldn't you sleep better after a little more exercise?" My only answer was a broad grin. He pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed and removed my briefs. "My God," he exclaimed. "It's hard as a rock again."
He sat cross-legged, facing me on the bed. I reached over and caressed the manly cock hanging down from his youthful body. Then he asked, "Would you like to fuck me?"
"Love to," I answered, "but you may have to help me out. I've never done it."
He quickly retrieved something from his duffel bag. He tore open a condom package and said, "Some guys don't like packing fudge, this will keep you clean." As he rolled it down my dick, I shuddered in anticipation. Then he spread some KY on my cock. I felt I could cum with only a few strokes and told him so. "Try to hold back," he said, "It's better that way."
He climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest with his legs and facing me. Using one hand to balance himself, he used the other to guide my dick. He rubbed his asshole with my dick head. The sensation was new and wonderful. As he worked his asshole with my dick, I reached down and fondled his cock until it began to swell. Before long, I felt the head of my cock being squeezed by the sphincter of his ass. Using his trained and well-conditioned legs, he began moving his body up and down, small movements at first but, as his hole relaxed and accepted more of my shaft, the movements became more pronounced. We were both moaning but he said, "Hold back if you can until you're all the way in." I wasn't sure I could. But I had learned, mostly from fucking my wife, how to hold back until she was ready. Before long, the entire length of my rod was firmly implanted in his ass. It felt as though he was consciously squeezing then relaxing his sphincter; at least that was the sensation and it was amazingly erotic. A fleeting thought came to me that this was far better than fucking a pussy.
"Jerk me," he softly requested. I eagerly complied. He had stopped moving up and down, leaving the entire length of my cock buried deep into his ass. No doubt he wanted to make it easier for me to hold back. Soon, I could tell he was near the edge. He resumed his up and down motions. I felt his ass hole moving up and down my rod. "Together now. Try to hold it until I say go." I was ready for his signal but worried that I would let go too soon and told him so. "Hold ... Hold ... Hold ... Ready! ... GO!" At his signal I ejaculated with a rousing orgasm (my third of the night, tying record I set in High School when I got hold of my first gay magazine). Simultaneously, he spewed hot white juice up in a graceful arc until it landed on my face, neck, and chest. When our shudders subsided and our strength returned, Jamie looked down at me and said, "Oh, that was good. Thanks."
I looked up at him and said, "Good doesn't begin to describe it. It was fantastic."
He gave me a sponge bath to clean off his cum, which was erotic enough to keep me stiff. "God damn," he exclaimed, "Don't you ever go down?"
"Usually," I replied, "but I guess my cock has been saving its energy all these years for the treatment you've given it." He laughed and crawled into bed beside me. On his side, he snuggled up close and threw an arm across my chest. I laid my hand on his limp member, fondling it and his balls very gently.
"Good night," he whispered.
I woke up and checked the clock. Five a.m. An hour before the alarm would go off. Jamie was sleeping soundly on his back. One of my childhood fantasies popped into my mind: feeling up my playmate while he was asleep. What the hell, I thought, this might be the last chance of my life. Ever so carefully, I snuggled up to Jamie's warm body and began to fondle his cock. He continued to breathe slowly and didn't move. As I enjoyed the feel of his manhood, it began to swell. Of course, I already had a hard on. Cautiously, I continued. It grew more until it was erect.
He stirred and I instantly retreated. But he resumed breathing slowly. I returned to the enjoyment of feeling his cock while reliving the tremendous pleasures of the night before. I must have been too engrossed in my reverie because I didn't notice that Jamie was half- awake. I was startled when he whispered, "Want one for the road?"
I was thoroughly embarrassed. "Sorry," I said.
"For what?" he asked.
"For taking advantage of you while you were asleep."
"Not to worry," he graciously said. "It's a great way to start the day." With that, he reached over and found my cock and, of course, found it steel hard. "Jesus!" he exclaimed, "That thing is a marathon runner."
He threw back the covers and swung around to a 69 position. We both went feverishly for each other. I came first (of course) but he was not far behind. After licking up the remaining cum, he swung around again and we cuddled blissfully until the alarm went off.
We dressed, packed the van, hit the burger joint's drive-through, and swung onto the northbound freeway. Gratefully, it was fairly clear and traffic was light. There was not much conversation. I don't know what was in Jamie's mind but I was delightfully reliving the night's ecstasy while deeply regretting that it was over. Approaching Ann Arbor, I handed Jamie my business card and said, "Keep in touch, will you?"
He looked at the card, then at me. He handed it back to me. "Can't do that, man. I'm grateful for the ride and more than grateful for the sex. I really did enjoy being with you. It was spectacular. I'd like to do it again. Really. But I can't."
I was crushed. I didn't feel he was rejecting me--but the thought that I'd never see or hear from him again was a disappointment I had not anticipated. No doubt, my expression revealed my disappointment. "Look," he continued, "you've got a life. You've got a family. You've got a great job. You've also got a serious problem you have to cope with. You're gay leading a straight life. You don't need me adding to that complexity."
Rationally, I knew he was right. Emotionally, I couldn't accept it. "Just stay in touch. I'd like to know how you make out in school and so on." I was grasping for straws and knew it.
"Sorry, man, can't do it. I feel for you. I recognize the forces inside you. But you're going to be facing the same decision for the rest of your life: do I come out of the closet? For me it was easier. People are not so uptight about gays now. At least some people. I have only parents and friends. They were disappointed. Some of them angry. Some will no longer have anything to do with me. Your situation is even worse. Because of the time and place you grew up. You have a wife. Kids. Job. Reputation. Future. If you come out of the closet, you'll be hurting a lot of people. More than I did in my situation. There will be a lot of pain. For you, your wife, everybody. I just can't be a part of that."
There was silence for several miles while I absorbed what Jamie had said. It was so characteristic of him, I decided, to care about me and those around me. It was also, I had to admit to myself, a shrewd move. Why should he want to jeopardize his relationship with his partner by hooking up with someone in my situation, someone almost twenty years older than he was? Eventually, I said, "You're right, of course. You don't have to be caught in the web I've made of my life."
The counselor in him came out as he said, "You faced some damn tough decisions. They were right at the time. You can't punish yourself for the past. But you can cope . . . as best you can . . . with the cards you're holding."
How could a young man have such insight and wisdom? "I wish you the best, man. I really do. If you keep on the way you've been going, I hope your strength to handle everything keeps up. If you come out of the closet, I hope your new life is happy and you can use your strength to resolve the inevitable problems."
There was another long period of silence, which Jamie broke by saying, "You seem kinda glum. Whatever happens, just remember that if you come out of the closet, you'll make somebody a great sex partner. Last night was wonderful."
"Thanks," I said. I was almost in tears and found it difficult to talk. "You'll never know how much it meant to me."
"I think I have a rough idea. Your reactions and behavior said volumes."
It was over. My one and maybe only gay experience. I pulled up to the curb on campus. He looked and me and said, "Thanks. And good luck. I really mean it." I knew somehow that he did. Before I could reply, he had grabbed his duffel bag and was trudging away through the snow.