Pookie-Boy Codes: M/M (mast, oral, anal) By: Joe Camp and Pookie-Boy
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Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the authors' imaginations. This story contains sex between men.
If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else.
Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental.
Curtis was written by Joe Camp. Pookie-Boy written by Pookie, a young soon to be writer. The authors retain the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors' permission is a violation of that copyright.
Curtis
The fasten seat belt sign came on and the pilot announced we were approaching the runway. Is it really possible for someone to fall in love with a person over the Internet? I couldn't help but wonder what I was doing on that plane. Pookie. He is why I had flown almost two thousand miles.
I was nervous as I got off the plane. I made my way over to the car rental desk and got the car I had reserved for the weekend. I still couldn't believe I was really doing this. All those miles and all this money, just for someone I had met in a chat room.
What did I really know about Pookie? Everything and nothing. Sure we had met in a chat room, and exchanged emails for almost a year, but what did I really know about him? I dug into my mind as I drove away from the airport, following the directions I had been given to the motel.
What did I really know? I think he is about 25, but I'm not really sure. I had to grin to myself as I remembered he was a little vain not wanting to tell how old he really is. I had gotten 25 in mind from what he had said about high school and how long he said he had been out.
Let's see, he likes older men. He has told me often enough about the teacher he had a crush on. He followed that teacher around like a puppy dog after being hurt by the boy he was in love with.
What else? That he knows he is gay, but he is still a virgin. He had been badly hurt by his first love, and was shy of forming any relationship. Maybe nothing would come of this trip except I might get to give him a hug. Even that is only a maybe. He hates to be touched.
Anything else? Yeah. He loves plush stuffed animals. He fell in love with the stuffed teddy bear I sent him. He wrote me about how he cuddles up with it at night. I just hope he wants to cuddle up with me.
Let's see, I know a little about his family. I know he loves his parents and they love him, but they have trouble communicating, even though they live in the same house. Just like my family. His family is dysfunctional too. They can't get together on a holiday without a fight either.
I know he is close to his 14 year old nephew Jack, and he is one of the few people Pookie has come out to. I had to grin as I thought about the emails Jack had sent Pookie. He is always trying to shock his uncle. He sent his uncle an email telling about his new girlfriend. The next day, he had sent Pookie an email asking how much condoms cost. A few weeks later Jack had sent a frantic email asking Pookie if he knew how much an abortion cost and where you go to get one. He was just messing with his uncle's mind. Pookie had written me that he was a little depressed to know that his nephew was going to lose his virginity before he did.
Hum, what else? Yeah, the navel and nipple rings. I had been surprised to learn about those. He just didn't seem the type. I'm surprised he would sit still long enough to be pierced, seeing how much he dislikes being touched. That makes me cringe a little, but it is what the younger guys all seem to like.
I had to laugh out loud as I though of the green hair dye fiasco. Pookie had been trying to dye his hair green. All that happened was he made a mess of the bathroom, and his hair was still brown when he rinsed it out. He had tried to dye his pubic hair also, but that just turned his underwear spotty green! He now calls them his lucky green shorts. Oh, he had fun trying to explain that one to his mother. I'm glad I don't have to see him with green hair!
Oh, there is the motel on the left. I made a left hand turn and pulled up next to the office. I checked in, and all I had to do was pick up my key. I had given them my credit card number when I had called for reservations last month.
I parked in front of the room and carried my bag inside. It wasn't the nicest room I had ever seen, but it was clean. I just didn't feel I could afford to spend $150 a night on a room at one of the better hotels. The trip is expensive enough without that.
There was the usual king size bed. Would I get to lay on it with Pookie? A big mirror on one wall over a built in dressing table that held a TV. A small dining table with two chairs by the window. A narrow hallway that had the clothes rack at the end, and the doorway to the bath room. I don't think Pookie will mind it's not the best. He is a lot like me. He appreciates the finer things in life, but he lives in the real world too.
Three hours before we meet. I decided to lay down and rest awhile, as I waited for our meeting. Well, the bed is good. A little on the firm side like I like my bed, and it isn't broken down. We had agreed to meet at a vegetarian cafe he knew. If nothing more, we would at least have supper together. How long has it been since I took a date to supper? I can't remember the last time.
Will Pookie like me? I have tried to be honest in my emails to him, but meeting someone in person is different than on the web.
Will he think I'm to old? He knows I'm 54, but most people think I'm older than that. All the guys he has written about, that he thought were hot, were in their 30's or 40's. Well, I had sent him one of the pictures that shows me off in a good way. Anyway, it's too late to worry about that now.
Slowly the minutes ticked away as I lay worrying about meeting Pookie. Everything is against us. My age. Pookie's hurts and shyness. My own problems and expectations. Could we over came any of it?
What am I doing here? I asked myself the thousandth time. The same questions over and over. What do I want from Pookie? That one is easy. His love. Oh yeah, I would love to have sex with him, but it is his love I need. Besides, how often do you find another gay vegetarian? Hell, why not make it impossible? How often do you find another gay vegetarian, that would rather stay home with their partner, than to have every hot gay guy lined up, waiting to buy them a drink and have sex with them?
I couldn't help but think Pookie and I would be perfect for each other, if there weren't so many roadblocks in front of us. If! I was tempted to just go back to the airport and catch the first plane back home. Maybe it's not too late to just stop everything. Yeah, I would never admit it to Pookie. I am always the one that is sure of himself and strong in our emails. I would never admit I have been deeply hurt too, and am scared to death of this meeting. I don't know if I could survive being hurt like that again.
My last relationship was almost three years ago. I had really loved Luke, and thought we would spend the rest of our lives together. I paid his way through college, and the day he got his degree, he said goodbye. He told me he had found someone his own age that he loved. It really tore me up. Pookie knows about Luke, but not how bad he hurt me. I still can't talk about that.
Two hours until we meet. I guess I had better go ahead and take my shower. I can't ever again get in the shower without thinking about what Pookie wrote. He had told me about taking a shower after trying to dye his hair green, and how the green dye had just run down his body in little streams. I had written back that I would have loved to have been there to help him clean himself up. He had written that he couldn't get in a shower after that mail, without thinking about me standing there with him.
I brushed my teeth after I finished shaving. Standing there with just a towel wrapped around me after my shower, was getting me a little excited. I hadn't done more than just jack off ever since Luke had walked out. Maybe Pookie would be open to more? I couldn't help but get half hard as I thought about the possibility.
I found the new pull over shirt I had bought. I had chosen it especially because it is loose enough that it didn't show off my belly. I dropped the towel, and slipped on my new pair of white briefs. I usually wear boxers, but Pookie had written me he wears briefs. Maybe it was just because I wasn't used to the way they fit, but they made me feel sexy.
My new pants were next. I stood in front of the mirror in my bare feet, as I combed my hair. I had gotten a haircut just that morning, before going to the airport. New shoes and socks, and I was the best I could make myself. I could only pray that Pookie likes the way I look.
Just an hour before I'm to meet Pookie. I straightened up the room, and smoothed the bed. I double checked to make sure I had the room key in my pocket. I locked the door, and went out to the car.
I didn't have any trouble finding the cafe, and was there 45 minutes early. I wanted a cigarette so bad I could hardly stand it, but I didn't want the smell on me when I met Pookie. He doesn't smoke. Maybe if things work out, I'll be able to stop smoking this time. I think I could do it for Pookie.
As the minutes ticked away, I became more and more nervous. Please Lord, let him like me. I should have gone back home when I started to. It's not too late. He isn't here yet. He's not due for another 20 minutes. Maybe I should just leave and save us both some more heart aches. Oh God! What will I do if he doesn't like me?
That's him getting off the bus! He's ten minutes early! I'm sure that's him. He is more beautiful then I expected. What can he see in an old man like me? How can this flabby old body of mine be appealing to his young, strong, firm body. Anyone would kill to have a body like that! Oh God, what must he taste like?
Maybe I had better just leave before he sees me. Shit!!!! He's seen me! Isn't that bashful wave he is giving me cute? I squared my shoulders as I told myself; there is nothing to do now but brave my way through the meeting. Maybe it will be alright.
I got out of the car and started towards Pookie. I guess Pookie is a little more bashful than I am. He is inspecting the ground all around him as I approached.
Pookie-Boy
Nervously, I walked out of my room. My bedroom. The room where it all started.
"Bye, pop, I'm going to Suzie's to watch videos," I shouted. He was probably drunk and asleep in some dirty corner. Little did he know that Suzie had gone out of state with her latest boyfriend! I didn't know what else I could tell them. Somehow, "bye, popsy, I'm going off to meet this man I met on the Internet. He's older than you and if I'm lucky, we'll have unbridled, passionate sex!", just didn't seem the right thing to say.
Walking up the street to the bus stop, I realized just how lucky I was. Me, of all people. Me, the picky one. It's not enough that I'm gay, I'm also a vegetarian. Brings on a new meaning to 'meat eating', eh?
Sure, I was nervous, but I tried not to think of what was up ahead. I had met a man. A man who loved me. A man who accepted me with all my faults. A man who'd traveled two thousand miles to be here with me tonight. What would he be like? Would he like me up close? I'm not one of the typical jocks and I've never been to the gym. The only way I keep fit is by walking. Walking and thinking. Thinking of the past. I never could think about the future. It was all too uncertain. Until Curtis.
Bah! Public transport! I've been waiting here for a bus for over a quarter of an hour and still no sign of one. Thank goodness I took the precaution of leaving home an hour early. I'd rather arrive early than on time. This way, if I chicken out, there's still time for me to catch a bus back home.
Just thinking about tonight started to make me jittery. This was my first real date. This was the first time I've ever done anything like this. You hear all these stories of people meeting all sorts of freaky people in the chat rooms on the Internet. Somehow, I knew Curtis would be different.
I was just surfing late one night. I was recovering from chicken pox (really! At my advanced age of twenty-something!), so I had some time off work. I'd just discovered chat rooms. This particular night, after having put up with my father coming home stone drunk, vomiting everywhere, I decided I had to do something to change my life.
I'd always been the gutless one. Predictability being my middle name. I summoned up the courage and entered a gay chat room. Curtis was the only one there. I was about to bail out as he said 'hi'. I wasn't going to be rude and just run out. I replied. The more we chatted, the more I discovered that we had many things in common.
Hallelujah! I see the bus! Eagerly, I jump on and pay my fare. Sometimes, I think it would be easier if I was willing to drive again - but I really don't feel ready for it yet, Just the thought of being behind a steering wheel is enough to bring images of the accident into my mind. I suppose it was stupid. I just lost my concentration. I'd seen this cute silver-haired man out jogging. My eyes followed him rather than the road. I ended up having a head on collision. Fortunately, nobody was killed. Both cars were written off and we were all admitted into the hospital. Even today, just thinking of the hospital's antiseptic smell is enough to turn my stomach.
Curtis, Curtis...Curtis. Over the following months, we'd chat and exchange e-mails on a regular basis. Perhaps a bit too regular - I started thinking of him as the friend I never had. I shared everything with him, all my joy and misery. My traumas and triumphs.
I knew that he was rather older than me, in his 50's, but that didn't bother me. I'd always enjoyed the company of older men - going back to my old school teacher, Mr Grey. He was always encouraging me and making me feel better. "Lachlan Pookster", he'd say, "one day, you're going to be Newtown's most famous son". Sure, I didn't believe him - but, hey, the love I didn't get from my parents came from him. That was enough. It's been a while since anybody called me by my real name. Pookie sounds cuter and more upbeat, if you know what I mean.
Like I said before, from the very first night, I could tell Curtis was different. He appeared more sincere, loving and caring than I would've thought possible. Any experiences I'd had in the past were one way - I loved him - he loved somebody else. Curtis was single. He'd had a relationship in the past that left it's scars. I never really asked him about it, though, because he sounded like he was still having a hard time getting over it.
I was somewhat disappointed to discover that he lived thousands of miles away. I knew that I wanted to meet him, to see him in the flesh. Surely, such a perfect human being isn't possible?!
I don't know if I've been saving myself for somebody special. Perhaps that's just one of the many reasons I've not had sex yet. Having emotionally detached parents made me feel that it was wrong to love and be touched. Having a father who's only touch was that of a smack made me think that all touch was equal to pain.
Curtis influenced me in many positive ways. I started living my dreams: I finally got my nipple and naval pierced. Suzie, how can I ever repay her for all the times she'd covered for me? Anyway, Suzie kindly offered to do the piercings herself. I probably wouldn't have had them done otherwise. I suppose this was a belated rebellious teenage stage.
I wanted to dye my hair green next - but, sadly, Suzie was on vacation and wouldn't be back for a month. I had a very nasty experience with the dye. It ended up splattered all over the bathroom and shower. When I told Curtis, he said he wished he was there to help me wash it off. When I heard this, and noticed he wasn't joking, I realized that I just HAD to meet him - no matter what!
The very next day, with a good half tube of green dye staring me in the face, I tried dying my pubic hair. The experience was more mortifying than that of the previous day - everything between my thighs and under my belly was green. I looked like the Incredible Hulk down there! I scrubbed and scrubbed, and wished Curtis was there to help! The water ran clear eventually and I thought I'd washed it all out, so I put my shorts on again.
Later that night, as I was pulling them off to give Mr Wiggly his nightly exercise, I noticed that Mr Wiggly still looked like he'd belong to some green alien and my virginal white shorts had green dye all over the inside. Sheesh! Fortunately, I hid them from my mother. I tried washing the dye out - but that didn't work. The dye had dried and set into the material. This story really amused Curtis - and I know that I'll never hear the end of it. So, I decided to wear my famous shorts to our date tonight.
Oh, God, did I call it a date?? I've never been on a date before. Just thinking of what his reactions and my expectations are, is enough to release another jar of carefree butterflies into my empty stomach. Just thinking about what else could happen tonight sent a shiver up my spine and my heart beating faster.
Hey, with all my thoughts I almost got carried away! The next stop's my stop. Our stop. As many times as I'd gotten off at this very stop, I felt like I was doing it for the very first time. I suppose this must be how a bride would feel on her wedding night. I realized that this was going to be a night I wouldn't forget in a very long time.
Glancing down to my watch, I noticed that I'm early. I certainly hope he won't be late - I don't like waiting around and am liable to chicken out and catch the bus back home.
I looked over to our predetermined meeting place. Was that really Curtis? I don't think he did himself justice by what he said on the Internet! He was nowhere near as chubby as he said he was. He was pleasantly filled - and pleasantly eye filling. In the wilds of my imagination, I was undressing him, kissing him, cuddling him... but in reality, I didn't know if I really could.
Snapping back into reality, I gave him a shy little wave. I didn't want to appear too eager - and deep inside, I really wanted to run home and dream about what we could have done tonight.
I slowly but surely walked up to him. How could so many butterflies fit into my stomach! Leave some space for the food, guys!
"Hi Pookie", he said.
"Hi Curtis"...
Curtis
We stood looking at each other a minute, and we couldn't think of anything else to say. Finally I just nodded to the door of the cafe, and we headed inside. I don't know which of us was most nervous as we studied our menus. I asked Pookie what was good, and I think he was pleased when I ordered the same as he was having.
We didn't talk much during supper. I think we were both waiting for the big questions. Does he like me? Will he go back to my room with me? Is he disappointed in me? Can he love me? Oh Lord, I haven't been this nervous on a date since I was 17.
"Hey," Pookie exclaimed, "I'm surprised that you didn't ask me about my famous frothy surprise!"
Pookie had written me about it, but wouldn't tell me what was in it. All I knew was that it is a beverage made of soy milk.
"Ok," I responded, "tell me what is in it and I might try one.
"Besides the soy milk, it contains a overloaded spoonful of cocoa, a splash of vanilla essence and a dollop of golden syrup! Now you know my secret recipe. I have it made exclusively for me by one of the nice ladies at this cafe."
Pookie held up two fingers, and our frothy surprises soon appeared. I could tell he was pleased when I really liked it.
We ordered coffee and sit talking about safe subjects. We were finishing our coffee when I popped the big question. "Would you like to go to my room a while? We could watch some TV or something."
Pookie just nodded his head, and my heart leapt for joy. He insisted on paying for supper, so I said I would leave the tip. We walked out to the car, and I was sure we were both wondering about what would happen when we got to the room.
Pookie-Boy
My nervousness was at it's peak. I could feel my hands all clammy, my heart racing like I'd just run a marathon. Sure, I wanted to extend my hand, to touch him and shake his hand - but I was afraid of what how he'd react.
We stood there in silence for what seemed an eternity. I couldn't being myself to say all the things I was feeling at that moment. I was still in awe that he actually traveled so far to be with me. I felt touched that a stranger had taken so much interest in me.
Without a word, we made our way into the cafe. I was a regular there, and had my usual table reserved. We sat down and studied the menus carefully.
"What would you recommend?" Curtis asked. It was so lovely to hear his voice. His first real sentence addressed to me. Words I'll remember forever. Now I was starting to feel like a lovesick school girl!
"I always go for the pumpkin and ricotta lasagna," I replied. Slowly, my timidity eroded.
"Great, then, lasagne it is."
We ate in silence. Occasionally, I'd look up at him - but as soon as his eyes met mine, I quickly looked back down into my plate. The butterflies in my stomach had fallen asleep - either that or they'd drowned in the mineral water I'd been drinking!
There were so many things I wanted to ask him. There was so much I wanted to say. I wanted to thank him for being there the first night and chatting to me. I wanted to thank him for all the love he's shown over the distance, I felt like I could even fall in love with him. Pookie! Bite your tongue! Fall in love? You're the one who'd build barriers around your life and never let anybody in. You're the one who'd avoided social gatherings at work, because you didn't want to see people happy and in love. You're the one who said `never again' after the last time. Sure, the last time was many years ago, but you promised Pookie, you promised.
Sometimes, though, promises are meant to be broken. We change as people and our lives much change to adapt. I felt ready. I felt comfortable. Tonight was going to be the night, for sure - but what if Curtis didn't want that? What if Curtis thought I wasn't his type? What if I fell in love with Curtis - but he didn't love me back?
I didn't want to think about any of that. I was just going to sit back, enjoy my supper, and take it one step at a time.
"Hey I'm surprised that you didn't ask me about my famous frothy surprise!" I just had to break the silence. It was just to unbearable to sit there in silence with the man I'd been eager to meet for so many months.
I'd mentioned the frothy surprise a couple of times to Curtis. It was my preferred beverage for special occasions. Whenever I'd feel down and sad, I knew I could rely on a frothy surprise to make me feel better.
"Ok," he replied, "tell me what is in it and I might try one."
"Besides the soy milk, it contains an overloaded spoonful of cocoa, a splash of vanilla essence and a dollop of golden syrup! Now you know my secret recipe. I have it made exclusively for me by one of the nice ladies at this cafe." Well, here was a man who knew all my deepest, darkest secrets. I thought telling him the recipe wouldn't be such a big deal. "But the secret's in the technique - and the froth," I smiled.
I held up two fingers, and our frothy surprises soon appeared. I was lucky that Mitzy, my favorite cafe lady was rostered on tonight. Nobody could perfect a frothy surprise quite like her.
I was thrilled when Curtis said that he enjoyed the beverage.
"I think I could get addicted to these. So rich and creamy."
We agreed that we needed something else to wash down the frothy surprise. We were too full for and dessert, but decided on a cup of coffee as a night cap. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have a cup of coffee at this hour - I'd have a sleepless night. This was my aim for tonight. I didn't want to start yawning too early.
I felt that silence was about to engulf us again, whilst drinking the strong cup of liquid caffeine. Just as I was about to open my mouth, he said: "Would you like to go to my room a while? We could watch some TV or something."
I felt like I'd been struck by a bolt of lightning. I knew what I'd heard, but it didn't sink in. I just nodded my head. He was cool, I could see a smile forming on his lips. Oh, those lips. If only I could bond with those lips - I'd never, ever want to part from them! Good one, Pookie, now you're sounding like an incurable romantic!
Curtis
He slid into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt. I couldn't help but remember what he had written me about why he doesn't drive anymore. He had been in a bad car wreck as a teen, where some people had been injured. The wreck had been his fault, and he hadn't driven since.
I fastened my seat belt and started the car. I glanced over at Pookie, as I pulled the gearshift into drive. He smiled at me. My heart felt like it would burst.
I unlocked the door and stood to the side so Pookie could enter the room first. I gently touched my hand to his shoulder as he passed in front of me. He tensed, but he didn't knock my hand away.
He really surprised me with his answer when I asked if he wanted to watch some TV. "Can we take a shower instead?" he asked. I couldn't get him to the bathroom fast enough.
Pookie-Boy
On the short car ride back to his room, I could feel the coffee kicking in. Suddenly, I felt alive. I was still a bit nervous and unsure of what was going to happen next. I'd read about it often enough in my collection of stories from the Nifty archive - but this was real life! I wasn't some two dimensional character, made up by some sleazy writer, Pookie is flesh and blood!
I looked over to Curtis and let out a shy little smile. I was ready to offer myself to him. Completely.
We reached the motel soon enough. Sure, it wasn't the Ritz - but it wasn't any flea pit either. Deep down I'd really hoped I would've lost my virginity in some upscale hotel suite. Still, I realize that Curtis had spent to much money on the trip already, so I thought I could bear it. Hey, if worse came to worse, I could close my eyes and imagine it was some classy honeymoon suite!
As he unlocked his door, I felt his hand touch my shoulder. It was such an unexpected surprise that I almost jumped. I just hope he didn't notice when I tensed up like I did.
I could thank the coffee for relieving my tension. I don't know why people turn to drugs. A nice, strong cup of coffee is enough to make me feel like I'm floating.
He asked if I wanted to watch TV. I thought this was a bizarre question, seeing as I don't own a TV and never watch it. I suppose he was just being friendly. I, however, was feeling more bold. "Can we take a shower instead?" Great, Pookie, now you sound like some cheap streetwalker! If that won't put him off, nothing will.
Curtis
I was totally stripped by the time Pookie had his shirt off. I could tell he was very embarrassed, but very determined. I noticed he didn't have his nipple rings or his navel ring in. When I asked about them he told me,
"No one has ever seen them since I had it done. I know you don't really like them, so I took them out."
What could I say? I wanted to give him a hug, but I was afraid it was too soon yet. All I could say was, "Thank you Pookie. That was very nice of you, but you didn't have to do that. I want you to be you."
He slipped off his shoes and socks, and dropped his pants. I had to grin when I saw he was wearing his lucky green shorts. Man did he look good enough to eat.
I was standing there with a raging hard on, but he was still so embarrassed and shy, he was only half hard. My hands wanted to be running all over his body. My lips wanted to be pasted to his. My cock just wanted him. But, it was still too soon for any of that. Pookie was still too nervous. I couldn't stand the thought of doing anything that would hurt or scare him. We have been hurt enough. If all he wants to do is have us take a shower together without touching, I'll do just that, and no more. I don't want to push him into anything he isn't ready for.
Pookie turned away from me as he slipped down his underwear. Damn, he has a butt to die for. Pookie has never understood my obsession with guys butts. Oh well, I don't understand his thing about underarms either.
Pookie-Boy
Curtis surprised me when he grabbed me by my hand and led me to the bathroom. I don't know how he could take off his clothes as fast as he did. Once I took off my shirt, he was completed naked. For the first time in my life, I'd seen another naked man. Oh, boy, I think those butterflies might be waking up again. Actually, it was worse then that. I was certain that I was blushing. I just hoped that this would go away and not affect my performance tonight. I was beyond worrying about his body - that was just one part of Curtis. For me, Curtis was the most beautiful person on the planet.
Curtis noticed that I'd removed my body jewelry. "No one has ever seen them since I had it done. I know you don't really like them, so I took them out." I explained.
"Thank you Pookie. That was very nice of you, but you didn't have to do that. I want you to be you."
Again, I felt so happy that I knew somebody like Curtis. That I loved somebody like Curtis. That Curtis loved somebody like me. I was certain of that now. I knew that our love was mutual.
As I slowly peeled off my pants, I made sure he noticed the shorts I'd put on especially for the occasion. A radiant smile came over his face. He was checking me out. He was happy with what he saw. This made me want to jump into his arms. I knew he would protect and love me like nobody else. I wanted to be by his side the whole time.
I'd taken my shorts off slowly and timidly. Even though Curtis was visibly aroused, I didn't feel comfortable with him seeing me totally naked, so I put my hands in front to cover myself. It's not that I didn't want to - I just had bad memories of the locker room in high school.
Before we jumped into the shower, I confessed: "Curtis, umm, I've got to wee. Coffee has that affect on me". He smiled and nodded. I ran over to the toilet bowl and let out an almighty golden stream. It felt great. My whole body was happy. From the corner of my eye, I'm sure Curtis was glancing at me. That's strange, seeing as he's not into this sort of stuff!
Curtis
We got the shower water adjusted to where we could agree on the temperature. We stepped into the shower, and Pookie's hip grazed mine as he entered. He was holding his hands in front of himself, hiding his manhood. It was really cute that he was so shy.
I got the soap and started washing his chest. He was tense, but he didn't object or seem to want me to stop. I washed his arms as best as I could without him raising them. I gently lifted his left arm, so I could wash his armpit. Pookie raised his arm, but kept his other hand in front of himself, hiding his dick and nuts as best he could. He still wasn't hard yet.
Pookie shivered and moaned when I worked the soap into his underarm. I spent a lot of time there. I knew how much he likes to play with his armpit, and I didn't want any hint of deodorant under there. If he gave me half a chance, I intended to kiss and lick those underarms for all I'm worth! I glanced down, and his hand couldn't hide that big hard cock.
I switched underarms, and as soon as I left his left side, he switched hands hiding his dick. Oh, it was cute, but that hard on he was trying to hide, told me everything was going to be alright. I played with his right armpit a long time, before heading for his pubic area. He was still a little bashful about moving his hand, but once he decided it was OK, he let me see his beautiful cock and balls. God! I want him.
He trembled a little when I cupped his nuts with my soapy hand. I knew I was the first to ever touch him like that! Oh they felt good as I cupped them in my hand. They were heavy, and I was fairly sure Pookie hadn't been jacking off lately.
I soaped my hands, and wrapped around Pookie's hard rod. He whimpered a little as my hand closed around him. I realized how hard my touching him was for him. I understood his desire that this happen, but also all those years of fear, hurt and rejection.
My hand started the slow up and down movement on his hard on. A little squeeze as my hand slipped over the dark purple head of his dick. He placed one hand on each of my shoulders to brace himself as he started fucking into my hand.
His big brown eyes were staring into my own. They were hypnotic. I couldn't so much as blink. They were pleading with me. Pleading that I love him. Pleading that I not hurt him. Begging that I make him mine.
He started shooting just as I told him, "I love you Pookie. Please be mine, and love me too." He tensed, threw his head back and was panting softly as he shot his load all over me. Five or six big globs of his thick creamy cum landed on my chest and belly to be washed down and collected in my pubic hair.
I took him in my hug, and he tensed, but didn't pull away. It was only a moment before he relaxed and put his arms around me too. He kissed my cheek, and I couldn't stop the tears. He didn't ask why I was crying, he just stroked the back of my head as I nuzzled into his neck.
I couldn't tell him yet why I was crying as he held me and I sobbed onto his shoulder. I couldn't yet tell him of the relief I felt. Relief that things looked good between us. Relief that my risk had been worth it all. No, he didn't ask. He could tell I was in pain and needed him to hold and comfort me. He did. He held me tight and soothed the hurt.
I couldn't tell him yet that I had quit my job to be with him. Weeks ago, I had sent out my resume to all the firms in this city. It looked as if I had a good chance of getting on at one, but it wasn't yet assured. I couldn't tell him all my belongings would be here next week. I couldn't tell him yet that he was my last chance for happiness in this life. If I can't have Pookie, I know I will never again try.
I know we still have a lot of obstacles to overcome. But just by his letting me touch him, by his getting a hard on and cuming all over me, I was sure we could work them out. I knew we had a chance when he wrapped me in his arms. I was even more sure of it when I felt his hand on my hard on.
Pookie-Boy
We got into the shower. Thank goodness for large showers. In the one we have at home, you can barely turn without hitting an elbow.
Curtis unexpectedly took hold of the soap and started washing me. He started with my chest. Feeling his smooth, loving hands on my body was a strange sensation. At first, I couldn't help but tense up - but after a couple of minutes, I started to melt like butter. Nobody had ever touched me like that before. Nobody. I can't even begin to explain how I was feeling. A part of me just wanted to break down and cry. Another part of me was so full of joy and happiness that I felt like I was going to burst.
I think I moaned when he started playing with my armpits. I can't even remember having lifted my arms. I was touched that he remembered that I really liked playing with them. He was slowly and carefully lathering. Every stroke felt like a piece of his love. Yes, that sounds stupid, but when you fell these things for the first time, you have no other way of expressing them!
Eventually, I move my hands away from my cock. The moment had arrived. For the first time in my life (well, as far as I could remember!), I was completely naked in front of another person. And this person was the man I loved, the man with whom I'd want to spend the remaining years of my life.
When he first touched me down there, I thought I was going to faint. No matter how many times I'd read about it, feeling it in real life is a zillion times better.
I moaned and I felt weak at the knees when his lathered hands tugged at my swiftly risen erection. I'd purposely not exercised Mr Wiggly in over a week, in anticipation of this night.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered - none of the pain and misery of the past. The present offered nothing but pleasure and that's all that was important. I moaned gently, so gently that I'm sure Curtis didn't hear it. I began moving back and forth, slowly pumping my love meat between his hands. Did I feel guilty? Sure. I felt sleazy and cheap. But this wasn't the moment to worry about any of that - I just wanted to give myself over to pleasure - and pleasure's name was Curtis.
My brown eyes locked into his. This was the first time our eyes met. I saw longing, caring and love in his eyes. I knew that he wouldn't ever hurt me. He was the first man I'd trusted implicitly in many years.
Then came the magic. The words I'd longed to hear all my life: "I love you Pookie. Please be mine, and love me too." I just couldn't help myself and just started shooting my seed out like mad! I groaned, I moaned. At one point I'm sure I'd even blacked out!
Curtis pulled me into his arms. Oh, those arms. Big, strong, manly arms. I didn't want him to ever let me go. I kissed him. It wasn't like a passionate kiss or anything, just a kiss on the cheek, but it was the first kiss I'd given anybody since I last kissed my grandma when I was seven.
For some reason, Curtis started to cry. At first, I thought it might have been something I'd done or said. It occurred to me soon after, that it was something else. There was something between us that I just could never explain. His crying showed me just how strong the bond between us was, and that he would stay by my side. I held onto him. I wanted to comfort him, to ease his pain. I wanted to transform his sorrow into happiness. I held him tightly in my arms. I wouldn't let anybody hurt him. As long as he was here for me, I'd be here for him.
I then felt his throbbing member poking me in the belly. I had to return the favor. Not because I felt obligated to, no, it was simply because I wanted to (and, let's face it, I didn't know what else to do - I couldn't remember all the techniques and positions used in the stories I'd read. What a great time for my memory to fail me!!!)
I started playing with his armpits. Oh, they were luscious. I've seen armpits and I've seen armpits in my life, and Curtis' were magnificent. Uniform patches of dark brown hair. I couldn't resist but bury my face in them. I could sense that Curtis wasn't getting the thrill I'd gotten when he was nuzzling mine.
I brought my hands down to his eagerly awaiting manhood. Looking down at it, I mumbled, "sorry I neglected you, man." Curtis' sizable meat replied with a throb. That made me giggle. Before I could continue, I felt it spewing out it's precious liquid. The very essence of life.
We spent a bit more time in the shower - but I knew it was time to get out when the water started going cold on us!
Curtis
Pookie did everything to me that I had done to him. I didn't really get anything out of him playing with my underarms, but he seemed to be enjoying it so much that I couldn't refuse him. When he cupped my eggs in his hand, I thought I would shoot right then. I didn't last anytime when his hand went around my swollen dick. We must have spent over an hour in the shower as we hugged and played with each other.
We finally got out of the shower, and tenderly dried each other off. Pookie was getting to where he didn't tense up ever time I touched him. God, I love him so.
Naked we cuddled in the center of the bed, just holding each other. We didn't need to talk right then. We had pretty well said it all in our emails to each other.
I felt Pookie's dick stiffening against my thigh. I grabbed the jelly from the drawer by the bed side where I had put it. I just handed it to Pookie and lifted my legs. He quickly slicked my puckered opening, and his big cock.
Tenderly he pushed into me as I pushed out to receive him. I couldn't hold back the groan as his big dick head pushed past my prostate. Slowly he bottomed out with a sigh. My hands found their way to his butt cheeks, and I caressed his rump. Slowly he withdrew his long tool from my ass. Once again I had to groan as that big head scrapped across my prostate. A small river of pre-cum flowed from my dick head.
Pookie pushed back in and more pre-cum flowed. Out once more. In. Out. In. Out. This can't be happening, I told myself. I've heard of it, but it has never happened to me. I'm going to cum without my cock even being touched. "OH God! I'm Cummmmming!"
Pookie shoved hard into me as he own cum erupted from his nuts. Shot after hot shot was hitting my insides as I pumped out mine onto my stomach. We rested with Pookie's cock still inside me. I had to reach up and caress his cheek. He smiled at me and my heart filled with love for my man.
Pookie-Boy
We moved onto the bed. Gee, I'd never seen a bed this big before, let alone lie on one! Curtis and I just cuddled there on the bed. We said not a word - but the silence was comforting. I felt complete, if we just lied there together for the rest of out lives without uttering another syllable, I'd be content.
All these sweet caresses were getting me going again. Before I knew it, Mr Wiggly was awake and paying full attention. Curtis fumbled with the bed side drawer. He produces a jar of Lite and Natural lubricant. I was pleased, as KY doesn't quite do it for me.
I knew what he wanted, and I was happy to oblige. As I slicked up Mr Wiggly (who was happier than he's ever been. I know he's sick of my right hand!), Curtis lifted his legs into the air. OK, Pookie, you've read about it enough times, You've even seen it in some videos. Now's the time for you to do it!
I slicked up his opening, which greeted me and Mr Wiggly with a wink, and tenderly entered. Curtis moaned. I remember having paused when I was completely in there. I paused and thought about all the good times in my life. All the highlights. Nothing compared to this moment. Curtis and I were united.
I slowly pulled back out, wondering what I'd think if, say, my father suddenly burst through the door. Yes, highly unlikely, but my stupid brain thinks of these things when I should be concentrating on Curtis' pleasure. That's it. I didn't care whether or not I'd get much of a thrill (it would, of course, be hard not to!), as long as Curtis enjoyed himself.
I got a rhythm going. In, out, push, pull. It was intense! My breathing intensified! I was grunting! I seriously wondered what the neighbors were thinking! Suddenly, I hear Curtis howl (really!) as I felt I was going over the edge, about to shoot my load for a second time. I felt his muscles clamp down on my cock, and as his rod started shooting, I felt mine erupting inside him! What a blast! Never before had I felt this good! Now I know why they're always tired after sex in the stories! This is better than going to the gym, I think!
The two of us just rested there on the bed. I wanted to lean over and give Curtis a kiss to thank him, but felt too tired. I had to catch my breath! I felt him caress my cheek. I couldn't help but smile. I felt radiant. I was so full of love for this man, that I'd follow him to the ends of the earth, as long as we were together.
Curtis
Another shower was called for. This time I cleansed his underarms with my tongue and kisses. Oh yes, he got hard again. After I had licked and kissed every spot under his arms, I sank to my knees and slurped his hard dick into my mouth. My tongue ran around the fat sharp ridge of his dick head and my Pookie moaned. I sucked it back into my mouth and with just gentle suction, bobbed up and down on his fantastic hard on as he fucked into my face. With my hand massaging his big nuts, it didn't take long before he was pumping his sweet juice into my hungry mouth. Oh he tasted as good as I knew he would.
Pookie didn't have time to get me off again that night, and I wasn't sure he was ready to give a blow-job. I can wait until he is ready. It was after 1:00 am, and he had to get home. He didn't want to have to explain to his folks why he had stayed out all night long. He hasn't come out to his parents yet.
Pookie-Boy
It was getting late and the two of us were in a mess. I realized that sex was far messier in real life than fiction would make out! We both hopped into the shower once more, relieved that the water had regained it's heat. Curtis surprised me by bathing my armpits with his kisses and tongue. God, that felt so good.
After all we'd done so far, he was getting me ready to go at it again. It wasn't too long before Mr Wiggly rose from his nap once more. He's not seen this much action since the afternoon I discovered that he was good for more than one thing!
Curtis bobbed down and enthusiastically started munching on my stiff sausage. Oh, man, yeah! If the intense heat of his anal cavity wasn't enough, his tongue was working miracles around my helmet and shaft! Oh, the pleasure! I moaned louder than ever before. Curtis was pleased to see my reaction, and continued working my tool.
I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. Oh, man, this is it! I could feel my intense orgasm on it's way. Rising from my very foundations, my knees started to wobble as I started shooting my juice straight into his mouth. And he swallowed! It was so strange not having to clean to with a Kleenex after having cum!
We finished up in the shower. Despite the cup of coffee earlier, I was exhausted. I hadn't had that much physical activity since I tried out (unsuccessfully) for the football team in high school! That was another bad experience in my life - but I felt comfortable enough now to look back and laugh at it.
I wanted to do more with Curtis. I was prepared to go all the way. Sadly, though, it was late. It was past 1 am. Sure, pops would be out of it, but mom would be coming home from her poker night, and would raise hell if I wasn't home when she got there.
Curtis
I told him that tomorrow was another day. As I drove him home, he told me he would meet me at the bus stop at 8:30 in the morning. Yeah, tomorrow is another day, and we have the rest of our lives of tomorrow's. We can take it slow.
Pookie-Boy
I had mixed feelings on the drive home. I was sad, no, more than sad, melancholic, because this night was at an end. I didn't want to leave Curtis. Sure, he said that "tomorrow's another day", but there are many hours between now and then, when I'd be alone, wanting his affection. The other part of me was jumping for joy. I was in love with the most beautiful man in the world and he loved me. I had lost my virginity before Jack - I'd have to e-mail him all about it tonight!
I told Curtis that I'd like to meet him in the morning at the bus stop. That put a grin on his face. That also made me smile. I was happy as long as he was happy.
"Next weekend," I said as I was getting out of the car, "I'd like to try and dye my pubic hair green again. Would you help me with it?"
"Anything for you, sweetie," he smiled. He blew me a kiss as I slammed the door shut and he drove off.
No, I don't think I'll have much time for sadness anymore. Now that I've found love. And Curtis is my love.
The End
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