Self-Professed Exhibitionish

Self-professed Exhibitionist

originally written by D J and reimagined by smoothboy

SUMMARY: The evolving intimae relationship that developed between a pair of college students by the names of D J and Barry subsequent to sharing a two-bedroom apartment.

DEDICATION: This reimagined tale is dedicated to all the randy-guys who write and then submit their unchaste-stories to the Nifty Archives, for the utter pleasure of all you hornified-readers.

FYI: After I read D J's erotic-tale titled "Barry and Me" the idea of rewriting came to mind. I didn't contemplate posting it one iota -- it was nothing more than an exercise in writing erotica for me -- that is until it was proposed to me. Here are a few e-mail excerpts form D J and myself explaining how the rewriting process materialized. I e-mailed him saying, "I could add lots of hot 'n' juicy phrases to spice up your story and add some gratuitous nudity if you want me too". He e-mailed me back with and I quote, "Whatever and whenever you cum up with something, that would be excellent. I would be incredibly honored if you would rewrite my story, jazzing it up with some gratuitous nudity. Have at it, boy! I'm getting hard just thinking about you working at your computer, dick and balls free hanging while you type away at the keyboard! Take your time--I am a very patient person"! I amended the story with gratuitous nudity and a myriad of hot 'n' juicy phraseology, while significantly lengthening it in the process. Initially I never intended to actually submit it; however, D J encouraged me to do so. After e-mailing him the finished story D J wrote back again saying, "You are IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE!! That was a mind-blowing, cum-spewing HOT story!!! This is so cool, you rewriting my own story!! I was totally into it! It was so fun seeing what you made of the initial experience! I like your story better than I liked my reality!! HA!!! (I guess that's the whole idea of fantasy, right?!) I know guys would get a kick out of it! You really did a great job of raising the erotic level of the story. I loved the details about the bodies and what each guy was thinking. I also liked the additions you made to the end of the story. I wish those things had happened! They sound like they could have given that circumstance. It's all very believable, even what wasn't true!! Man, this was so great. Thanks for putting the time and effort into it. You are such a crea tive guy"! Barry also wrote that he got-off-on-the-stroking that was the consequence of reading my interruption of his story and further stated, "So THANKS for a fantastic jerk-fest and THANKS AGAIN for the excellent rewrite!! Do you want to think about posting it to nifty? I have no problem with it being a rewrite of my story. It would be cool for the guys to see what two hot dudes can do even separated by many miles but brought together by the Internet"!

So with D J advocating me to do so I submitted the rewritten, reworked or what I prefer to call to call it reimagined version of his erotic-tale.

I irreverently embellished and eroticized the original autobiographical story he wrote, while attempting to the best of my ability to use the same voice -- style of writing since mine is decisively dissimilar -- he used and hopefully I kept the continuity consistent, whilst at the same time also achieving correct semantics and inferences. If you haven't read the original posting, which was approximately 3 pages in length, I have increased its content more then sevenfold and in the process turned D J into one ostentatious exhibitionist, as you shall see. I hope you enjoy my reimagined version of "Barry and Me", which I retiled "Self-professed Exhibitionist" differentiating it slightly from the original in only format and subtle nuances.

As I state in the heading to all my unchaste-tales: The following story contains extremely graphic descriptions of two adult males engaging in consensual sex acts. It's a complete and total fantasy; the characters exist only in my mind.

I was inspired to write erotic stories of my own after stumbling upon the Nifty Archives website and reading numerous hot stories.

If my story causes you to became hard than I have done my job. I got a hard-on while writing and consequently did a lot of one handed typing. I believe that an erection is a wonderful and wondrous thing, so strip down grab a hold of your cock and enjoy.

This posting of my reimagined tale of exorcized-fiction about Barry and D J's sexploits is meant as purely fodder for your masturbatory-rapture.

Feel free to e-mail, either D J and/or myself with any comments, feedback you my have whatsoever or for that matter anything else your little heart desires. I really do enjoy receiving all your e-mails and I'm positive D J does also. D J's e-mail address is djay33@hotmail.com, while mine is smoothboy8709_78@yahoo.com> copyright 2004

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In my mind the Barry character in this reimagined and more eroticized version of D Js original story is very much like a character that coincidentally had the name of Barry (played by cute Dan Futterman) during a 3 or 4 episode arc as those industry-types refer to it in the 2003 season of the wildly funny sitcom "Will and Grace". He had one foot still firmly planted in the closet with not a clue whatsoever as how he should go about extracting it.

INTRODUCTION:

To kick things off I shell give you a little background info about me. I go by D J and when I was young I was one very outdoorsy and venturesome sort of kid since where I grew up it was a bucolic region with a forest nearby. My freewheeling love of nudity originated with the onslaught of puberty and by that point knew I was gay, which seemed to me to be the most natural in the world to me. From the outset I was a fundamentally ardor boy virtually 24/7 and for me the sylvan was my backyard or bailiwick if you will. I struck out and traipsed through the woodlands full of vim and vigor running in a feral matter (scans the restraint of clothing) with testosterone cursing throughout my body, invariability stimulating my libido and quite soon I sported a boner. I just loved the sensation that was exactly like shockwaves were being sent directly to my throbbing boy cock with an urgent desire to get-off. The crotch of my undies became exceeding wet and transparent leaving my recent ly sprouted pubis hair matted in clear boy dewdrops and my balls hanging down mighty low. Then I came upon a tiny lush, secluded grassy area, which only seemed to eroticize me further, if that was at all possible. This is where I experienced my very first solo j o and from the beginning I found it to a no total brainer so I began stopping there often on a very nearly per diem basis either during the forenoon or afternoon depending on numerous factors. I was one inordinately autoerotic little masturbator from an early age and would summarily get myself doff (a synonym for naked) in a New York minute and commenced to frolic around a little. Then laid down on the grass and slowly stroke my body paying special attention to my nethermost regains and due my extremely imaginative nature I conjured up a myriad of vivid homoerotic scenarios in my mind's eye about being alone with another boy also denuded and horny (long before I in fact had). At the same time I also caressed and fondled my ball-sac until a profuse outflow of pre-cum proceeded to pour from my bulbous crimson glans. That was the signal for me to begin; first I utilized my thump to smear the sticky liquid around my hypersensitive spongy dickhead, which I discovered was way too much pleasure for me to handle and then down along the pulsating shaft. I grabbed a hold with 4 fingers and the thumb of my right hand then began fiercely beating-off my then 6-1/2" boner leaving the left free to mess with my testicles; and the upshot of my innocuous boyhood fun was invariably a rapid-fire orgasmic release of sizzling hot jets of cum spray viscid as syrup. it wasn't long before I became week in the knees, then my entire body began to quiver, all my toes curled up, breathing became labored and shallow, hips lunged upwards, my sac-a-nuts pulled tight against my cock root all as I writhed, convulsed, squirmed and moaned vociferously. As I synchronously fired my entire arsenal of milky white creamy sauce wi th volley after volley, comparable to an artillery barrage, to use a military metaphor. I cried out, "OOOH AH--AH--AH--AH--AH--AH . . . AAAA--RRRR--GGGG--HHHH . . . UH--OH". My first ejaculation was of monstrous proportions that rocketed my into the ionosphere and the odorous aroma of my fresh spent sperm wafted upwards, filling my nostrils and invaded my palate, totally overwhelming me but back then it never accrued to me to get a sample taste. Ever since my inaugural outdoorsy au naturel romp all due to my boundless teenage exuberance I've found it too be an incredible adrenaline rush to be bare balled, particularly in the serenity of the great outdoors. Naturally, I returned to my esoteric lair umpteenth times for my clandestine, libertine-act because my dick and nuts were instantly my two most prized of all my post-pubescence toys. Insistent jerking-off began taking up my much of my leisure time activity, due to new and voracious sex drive. I experimented with different are as of my body and soon found out what really turned me on and one was nipple play that fast became a fetish of mine. For the remainder or my teenage years all of my visits there were virtual repeats and equally pleasurable.

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Ergo I have become one fervently uninhibited exhibitionist and nudist wannabe who still loves letting my genitalia hang-free, naked as a jaybird (even more so now if that's at all possible) as it were, whenever possible or wear nothing more than a jockstrap wherever I my happen to be. I am convinced without a shadow of a doubt it's some sort of congenital ethos within me. Did I fail to mention, that I also have an ardent and active libido, requiring frequent indulgences in an unending effort to quench my insatiable prurient urges?

During my collage days I met a fellow student by the name of Barry at an introductory College and Career group meeting we hung out getting to know one another following our group's various activities. He was 25, I was 22; at 6' he was 2" taller than I with willowy legs, knobby knees, broad squared off shoulders, virile with reddish brown hair, periwinkle eyes with a full beard. I might add rather easy on the eyes I'd even go so far as to say he's intolerably handsome and a southpaw to boot. I had an unmitigated and instantaneous affinity for him and we gelled instantly and enjoyed each other's company, becoming fast friends during our numerous group functions. He turned out to be quite affable, gregarious and jovial with a wry wit and a great sense of humor and there was a multitude of belly laughs between us thanks to his bubbly personality, to be sure. Also from the open collared torso clinging shirts Barry favored, it was all too evident he had a wiry athletic upper body build with hair on his upper torso, each nipple tip was clearly outlined through the thin material and they seemed to be stiff nearly every time we happened to be together. He also enunciated his words in a heavy homespun Southern drawl since he was born and bred below the Mason-Dixon Line and it did take some getting used to before I was able to decipher everything he said. While attending collage I set for a handful of nude modeling sessions for their art class mainly for the sheer thrill of it, although the extra moolah did come in handy. To my chagrin and utter astonishment the more I got to know Barry the more I begin to find him a tremendous turn on, which only intensified with each passing day and at first I did my best to ignore those feelings. It was mere conjecture on my part; however, I was quite sanguine he felt the same about me as well, and fairly soon thereafter I discovered my sentiments were right on.

At some point after knowing each other for approximately 6 months time, Barry informed me at one of our numerous group functions he desired to move out of the house he currently shared with 3 male college buddies (they were irking him in a major way). By sherr happenstance I was also looking for a roommate since at the time I was sick and tired of living in the dinkiest of studio apartments with a bathroom no bigger than an average size closet so then and there we decided to begin looking for a 2-bedroom, 2-bath apartment. It was fun "apartment shopping" together and after a fortnight (two weeks) of scouring the areas we wanted to live in we found an affordable place that fit our needs perfectly. Thus in early May 1988 we moved into out unit on the second-floor of a three-story multiple building, 340-unit complex on a beautiful mild, sky blue day with no classes to attend, Barry first assisted me and then I aided him. He had dibs on the master bedroom (since he had an entir e suite of bedroom furniture) with its own bathroom, while I took the second bedroom along with the slightly smaller albeit bigger than a closet hallway bath. We split expenses fifty-fifty except for the rent I paid $ 75 less per mouth due to my bedroom and bath being smaller and went halves on the housekeeping duties. It began as nothing more than a move of convenience for us, and I really got into the whole domestic aspect of it all. From the get go I was positive we would get on famously since we had a very good repartee going with him being open-mined like me. I was out its just that I don't wear my gayness on my sleeve nor was concerned in the slightest whether he was gay or straight, however, in the recess of my mind I probably thought he was a de facto queer. I was just so pleased to finally find a guy I just hang out with away from collage and also share living space with. Moreover, initially I wasn't interested in Barry sexually nor did I except he could conceivably be interested in me at all--the furthest thing from my mind. In addition, during that point in my life I wasn't looking nor did I care to pursue any sort of serious or intense relationship with a guy considering everything else I had goin on.

There is no better way to get to know a person mind and body alike, then moving in with said person and with us there were opportunities galore to view a great deal more of my companions body and he mine. Right off, I observed my new roomie indeed did possess a well-portioned and superbly sculptured chest as I suspected. He had exquisitely defined pectorals, highly delectable and luscious matched set of midget-nipples the size of thumbtacks with a hue of pale strawberries. The lefty didn't have thick hair on his legs or any other parts of his body as far as I could ascertain expect across his upper torso, topped off the gorgeous package. "He's smooth and hairy in all the right places" I remember thinking. I do not much care for the hirsute-type with pelts of hair often referred to as bears. As one does with a new roommate, we became all too aware of one another's quirts, patterns and idiosyncrasies, while discovering we also had numerous common interests. After setting in i t wasn't long before I ferreted out a few other facts about Barry, one was that he unfortunately was a man of very few words whenever the subject of sex arose even though I attempted to get him to open up I had no wish to force the issue. With another being, he happened to be an extremely demure individual when we were alone at home sharply contrasted the chatterbox he was in a collage setting. From that characteristic I gathered he was uptight, sexually frustrated or some such ridiculous thing. So far as I could tell those two glaring aspects of his personality seemed to be his only two major shortcomings. A few short days after taking up residence in our new apt. Barry felt sufficiently comfortable to begin lounging about in only a pair of silk boxer shorts (his undies of choice, I prefer the tightie-whitie variety myself) a size or two too big, hanging low on his hips and I in just my briefs when it was only the two of us. He usually arrived home from work before me by a hal f hour or more, late in the afternoon and I was all too aware he changed into his more comfortable silky boxers within seconds after walking in the door. Periodically, I'd came home a bit early and took notice the door to his room was always shut. I then headed to my room and striped down to my briefs then 25 minutes or thereabouts later he exited out of breath, with a flushed face. It didn't take long for me to conclude pretty much what was going in there, even though I never heard a sound. I didn't say in reference after first realizing what had transpired and the knowledge being that my horny roomie was beating-off in the same apartment was incredibility arousing.

Little did I know at the time he was teetering on the cusp of (at long last) acting upon his true sexually?

Barry had a pencil thin trail of hair that began just below his navel and trailed down his svelte midriff. My eyes invariably lingered on the pronounced sexy 'V' shape of his pelvic bones and followed where both disappeared under the elastic waistband of his slightly baggy shorts. Whenever he sat down and rested a leg up on one knee or spread his knees open wide I could easily see up one leg of those oversized shots, where his tantalizing goodies were all to visible. On enumerable occasions while starched out on the sofa he'd stick a hand down the front of his boxers to nonchalantly scratch his large balls, which of course I also loved to witness and either deed drew my unavoidable lascivious gaze, creating an instantaneous protuberance inside the double layer cotton pouch of my Y-fronts due to my involuntary semi-erection. He seemed to not even notice my almost lured staring and the upshot was my short and curlies easily became matted with per-cum, in short order. Each one drove me absolutely bonkers and I'd say one of the following to myself, "Doesn't he have any idea what he's doing to me"? . . . "Damn, he looks awfully hot doing it" . . . "He's FUCKING HOT; I'd love to shove my hand up the leg of his boxers and cop a fell in the worst way imaginable". Other times he'd just slip an open palm halfway down his waistband, resting on his abs and every time he displayed himself in such an impudent matter I was ambivalent as to whether or not he was being overt or was totally oblivious of his seemingly provocative acts. We situated the couch setback slightly off center in the living room so one could easily walk behind it towards the kitchen or down the hallway. And if he so happened to be perched with his vertebrate arched forward watching Television, reading or whatever when I was walking behind I espied the waistband of Barry's undies were pulled downward into a deep distinctive 'U' shape baring an inch or so of titillating ass cleavage was fl ashy to say the least. It crossed my mind that he might be a cock tease or was possibly sending me unconscious signals, either way I never did inquire if he in fact was. My first roommate was giving me literally a nonstop case of the hornies by displaying himself in such a revealing matter, supplying me with additional masturbatory fodder for my nightly ardor chimeras, which I was forced to alleviate more frequently since we began living together. Barry's knobby kneed legs were fairly strong, yet still slightly on the spindly side, he longed or more puissance looking thighs and calves like mine and made envious comments every now and then such as, 'I wish my legs were more like yours, D J'. I explained to him, "I developed, my mine with a 3 day a week workout at the gym". Beginning with the warming months of late May and early June I ofttimes laid outside basking in the sun, in those days I preferred as much of an allover tan as was possible (how stupid in retrospect!). I remem ber him frequently sitting on the sofa supposedly watching TV while I was recumbent out on the tiny enclosed patio. He ostensibly took full advantage of those opportunities to procure numerous eyefuls and ultimately it was disclosed to me that Television wasn't all he had his eyes on . . .

Shortly thereafter, I discarded my undies in favor of wearing only my jock around the place to see if I was able to produce any kind of reaction from him. He didn't even bat an eyelash and I recall presuming by his non-response, "Hmmm . . . since Barry doesn't mind me seeing me in next to nothing, I may as well get really audacious and sashay about bare balled", which I certainly had no qualms about, whatsoever. It never was my intention to act luscious, unchaste or anything of the kind will . . . okay then, perhaps looking back with 20/20 hindsight I was exhibiting a smidgen too much eye candy and a may have became a cock tease myself? It's just that I cannot help it, the enormous pleasure along with total freedom I garner from going buck-naked is for all practical purposes an unparalleled joy. What's more, I felt his circumspect eyes following nearly every move I made, which excited me all the more; even so I controlled myself enough so I didn't become fully erect in his presence, at least in the beginning. The one and only remark the lefty did make about my blatant nudity was, "I reckon you enjoy being mother nekkid by the way you prance about like you do, you're very freewheeling and a regular cock of the walk (I believed that was an untended pun). I think you likewise enjoy making a spectacle of yourself without a shred of modesty either, D J? That was the very first time I heard him use the word 'cock' in any context at all. To which I replied, "You hit the nail squarely on the head. Lounging at home or just by being in my birthday suit is a very exhilarating experience and strutting around outdoors feels even better. As far as me being a spectacle maybe so, I do admit to being an exhibitionist and I do get off on all the attention it brings me" then I inquired, "I take it, Mother naked means bare ass"? He clued me in, "Yes, mother nekkid, means stark nekkid is a widespread Southern colloquialism were I hail from". The way Barry pronounced naked with his buoyant, charming and cool sounding accent came out 'nekkid' sounded so very adorable that incidentally I was never able pronounce as he did. Here are a few other examples of homespun below the Mason-Dickson Line vernacularisms Barry spoke: "jism" or "jizz" as a proxy for cum, "johnson" in place of dick or cock, "nads" short for gonads, "playing the skin flute" as apposed to sucking cock, "skivvies" as a substitute for underwear, "o'er" as an alternative for over, "ya'll" instead of you all "t'rough" rather than through and lastly kinfolk in lieu of relatives.

Following the realization my nakedness wasn't one scintilla bothersome to him; I perceived a distinct and palatable homoerotic tension in the apartment simmering below the surface, thick enough to cut with a knife. I had zip, zilch, zero of an inking if he sensed the same awareness as I or not. At the time I recall thinking, "My acutely developed gaydar tells me Barry's queer as a $ 3 bill and it should be very interesting in deed to see how this all plays out. Sooner or later it'll all come to a head (intended pun or pon mot, as the French say) and hopefully it will turn out to be the former of the two".

We were both really busy dudes, with our respective jobs, families and collage friends and the like so we consequently didn't spend all that much alone time with each other during the week. We basically lived as a couple even though we slept in separate bedrooms, with all our friends coming over for soirees, good times and such each weekend and just being buds. His 3 college buddies and former housemates visited a few times; making it all too evident they were gay also. Whenever we did spend time together, it was most often while watching TV and/or just kicking back, going out for dinner and/or taking in an occasional flick at the local multiplex during weekday evenings. I was something of a homebody on the weekends not being into the bar scene along with its requisite one-night-stands and in any case Barry went out much more frequently than I.

One night later that same month as we watched a little Television, my mind flashed back to Barry complaining of a backache earlier that evening and offered to give him a back massage. He replied, "OK, D J that sounds very relaxing". Then I informed him, "I'm good with my fingers and I guarantee you'll absolutely love it". Naturally I was bare balled while my roomie wore his "skivvies". I requested he move the ottoman forward and then sit on it as I repositioned myself behind him on the ultra comfy and lush Corinthian leather sofa, which by the way felt so, so good on my bare buns. He obliged then I began to massage his broad squared off shoulders and as my fingers touched his warm soft skin, I felt a tingling feeling as if electricity was coursing throughout body as roamed down his back very nearly touching the fissure of Barry's gluts and worked my way back up and then down once again. At one point I took a side-glance at his crotch and realized the lefty's boxers were pro truding out creating a visible tent making it very obvious he was excited as well. My dickhead was oozing dollops of sticky clear fluid that ran down my shaft and trickled onto my thigh with my cock surging like crazy. With a second peek a minute or two later I noted there was a lot of activity shrouded under those boxers as he pulsated rapidly at a 45-degree angle along his hipbone. That fact he was also sporting a full-blown erection, which appeared to be big really BIG and ever so fucking inviting, really got my juices going. I then roved my way around to his pecs and across his hairy chest before winding up the kneading and manipulating session. Man, simply by rubbing and touching his body was one truly amazing feeling that practically pushed me over the threshold more than once. Throughout my rubdown, we both sat stoned faced with eyes glued to the TV set, in an unnecessarily dragged out ordeal of desultory. Afterward all we did was sit there enjoying the sensation of bein g aroused with a bud so close or as in my case stymied, and yet, neither of us made any attempt at propelling events to the next level. Why on earth, I'll never be able to fathom with each of us sporting throbbing hard-ons in one another's presence. The only words he uttered following the massage was, "That was really soothing, thanks D J". I responded, "Whenever you want another all you have to do is ask Barry, anytime at all". There was only the briefest window of an opportunity then it dissipated, I could've kicked myself and ended up in my room jerking-off to fantasies of what might have been. For the interim, I was resigned to daily and provisional and solo self-gratification at least once per diem or more whenever the mood struck me. He was making me feel especially horny much the way I did nearly 10 years earlier.

Most nearly every night prior to bedtime in my room I'd insert a video into the VCR and watch one of my 2 dozen or so porn videos for at least a half hour and after my cock began pre-cumming like crazy I jacked-off that 7-1/2" bad boy for at another 30something minutes before finally blowing a huge wad following an hour then some of beating my meat. I always engage in quite lengthy jerk-fests of no less than one hour long; since anything less does not feel nearly as incredible for me. When I do so beforehand, the sexual release enables me to fall asleep faster, get a better nights rest and wake up totally refreshed for the new day. There were 3 porn stars on my videos that closely resembled Barry and ogling those hot dudes brought me to a enhanced and speedy climax then after popping my big cum load sparing ribbons of ivory white nectar across my torso I would go at it anew, albeit a slower pace. I wasn't sure if he could hear the stud muffins orgasmic sounds or not, mor eover it didn't really matter one little bit by that point and even if he did there was a strong likelihood that he was enjoying what he heard.

One Saturday forenoon, a week after the back massage I administered we awoke in our side-by-side bedrooms in the raw (since he also slept in the nude) and laid there. I was hard like most every forenoon and on that particular my stiff one warranted quick gratification then I heard him get up to use the bathroom and quickly returned to bed. I shouted out a, "Good morning, Barry" and then he answered back with a vigorous, "Good morning to you, D J". I throw off my sheet and took my rigid tool in hand then proceeded to pump it as we bandied about that way for 5 or perhaps 10 minutes with each of us still in bed. I leisurely stroked myself continuously although our entire colloquy until I could no longer stand it and brought up the topic of "morning dick". He laughed then said, "I have one too". I replied, "I don't about you but nine needs immediate attention". He dittoed my statement and then surprised me when I heard him opening his bedroom door. I thought, "Barry finally see ms to be loosening up a little, sexually. I got up and also opened mine and then came back to bed, half expecting him to sprint over and join me in some forenoon j o fun. I then commenced to piston my 7-1/2" pole vigorously knowing I had a roommate next door was doing exactly the same, whilst he lessened to me moaning as I waxed my pole. 30seconds or their bout's later there he was at my door naked as the day he was born with a hand tightly coiled around a huge steely hard slab of beefsteak with eyeballs the size of saucers and mouth agape, which quickly morphed into a big Cheshire cat grin plastered across his face, gazing at me. There was an exponential change in the size of his cock from the all too brief glimpse I got on the sofa and damn if Barry wasn't hung like a horse. We sized each up other and the lefty also proceeded to jerk-off, yet nether one of us made a single move he leaned up against the doorframe in a wide stance, stroking away as I just laid there beholdin g the beautiful sight. His expressive eyes told me he wanted to come nearer to me but something was preventing him from doing so. He looked so damn sexy and as I followed his franticly undulating cum laden balls and those BIG BOYS put me in a near hypnotic trance. We matched each other stroke for stroke in total unison as I espied him, whilst Barry stared at me with each of us exchanging sultry looks. Then my circumspect eyes began to actively dart back and forth between his delectable wildly swaying scrotal pouch and his wistful periwinkle eyes as we pumped our engorged manly cylinders, fast and furiously. My slimy and sticky self-pleasure quickly resulted with me cumming first and I moaned, "Ah--h--h--h, I--I--I'm cummming . . ." and I gushed a herculean-sized wad of molten hot nut sauce, splattering allover myself as I cried out, "MM--MM--HH--HH . . . OO--OO--OPH". A moment later he too erupted with a gargantuan load of milky white gooey cream took a trajectory akin to a gey ser arching towards his body. He bemoaned, "OOOH YES. OOOOH, AHA--UM--MM--MM--MM". I observed the oozy viscous nectar slowly seeped its way down Barry's extremely sexy torso. What an incredibly HOT sensation it was to get off with an intense orgasm as my roomie viewed me even from a distance of approximately 10 feet, then seconds later I came to my senses. Meanwhile, the room air became prevalent with the wondrous redolent of fresh spent semen. I craved to lap up his nut juice in the most fervent matter conceivable, and yet, regrettably there was the minutest possibility he conceivably could take offense. I had no desire to cross any Rubicon or boundary so I reluctantly did not sample his cream. Subsequent to our relatively quickie j o he returned to his room sans a word and to my utter dismay I did not even get a glimpse of his ass, because he backed out of the room for some strange reason. Our day then began, with each of us showering and leaving for our own activities, erran ds or whatnot. That night he conceded in an antsy but heartfelt explanation starting with a little stammering, "Uh, uh . . . ya . . . ya . . . you know D J; I have to confess, at first I wanted to go over to your bed really badly. But suddenly, I got cold feet at the thought of touching another guy's johnson or for that matter another touching mine and couldn't move an inch". Whereas I said, "That's alright Barry; maybe we'll try it again another time". He then suggested, "What about latter on tonight"? I was agreeable and couple of hours later we made our way to the lush and comfy 6' long living room sofa for a change of scenery then began fondling ourselves on separate ends; however, it ended in altogether disappointing and frustrating ordeal particularly for him since he never even got out of his boxers shorts. He became such a nervous wreak that he lost his erection and went off to his room without uttering a single word, again leaving me in the lurch as it were with my pre -sex oozing hard-on in hand. I was forced into satisfying myself with yet another solo j o filled with erotic images of what if. As a result of that evenings activity I began having nightly wet dreams that I was unable to recall presumably involving each of us. For the rest of that night he was crest-fallen or lugubrious, in total anguish and disgusted at himself by the anticlimax. I had not a clue as to go about consoling him and figured he's smart enough to work it out on his own and in the morning he was his back to old self. Moreover, by that point I was a mite skeptical as to whether he would ever cum (another intended pun) around and furthermore since Barry was a undemonstrative person that is a person who is unable to neither properly articulate either his feeling nor express emotions for another person openly. To me it seemed to be the preverbal one step forward and two steps back with him. I couldn't help but think his completely unreceptive to my touch or for that mat ter prompting and as far as I'm concerned ostensibly erected an insurmountable wall to keep me at bay. I am a very patient man but damn this gotten almost to the point of being borderline ridiculous. A guy can only take so much excitement followed with being thwarted at every opportunity and now I'm becoming sexually frustrated, too. Neither of us mentioned a further word about it except for that one occasion when Barry briefly alluded to it. Subsequently, I vowed a third separate solo j o would not occur and pell-mell developed a strategy: Whenever decorous circumstances presented another evidently fortuitous situation I'll muster the wherewithal, rise to the occasion, become brazen and seize the upper hand to instigate actual one on one sex.

A couple weeks later the following month the sexual urges he had manifested and the relationship between us literally heated along with the weather conditions . . .

In early June, we roused on another Saturday forenoon about the same time and once again I called out, "Good morning, Barry" and he responded in kind. Subsequently we began chatting again and he groused, "My back hurts after sleeping on this hard mattress all night". I reminded him about the previous back massage, offering to give him another if he was interested, hoping that he acquiesced. All he said was, "Sure, c'mon in, D J". I eagerly responded, "I'm on my way". I was highly eroticized and irreverently made my way to his room; actually it was much more like an au naturel scurry with a roaring hard-on in anticipation of administering a 2nd back massage and I planed on it being a full body massage this time. I am one who is undaunted whenever it comes to something I deeply desire thus I will not give up so easily and took the plunge once again. I pushed open his partially closed door and found the lefty lying prone in bed, with only the top sheet covering him from the wa ist down. "Hey, man" I said. "Hey, there yourself" he rejoined. I was a mite surprised I could speak at all since I was overexcited. Still, I did my levelheaded best at playing it cool.

I sat on his bedside, placing my left foot on the floor and my right leg athwart on the mattress only a mere inch from that sexy bod of his. The way the pliable fabric adhered to his smooth upturned melon shaped gluteal halves was alluring beyond belief and there was no way I could avert my eyes. I started off with his neck, slowly and systematically maneuvering my nimble fingers over Barry's shoulders and then down his flawless tanned smooth muscular back and it felt so good to lay my hands upon his hot bod again. The tingling sensation returned much more intense than before and circulated throughout my body as I moved downward, firmly massaging and rubbing him. Every so often, I moved my hands down brushing along each side and up to the hairs under his arms with only the ultra light touch of my fingertips. My roommate was definitely enjoying this and my heartbeat became forcibly loud enough that I feared it well might burst right through my chest. Becoming more and more c ourageous as the minutes passed I started roaming downward to where the rib of this sheet met the small of Barry's back. I then repositioned myself making for a more comfortable sitting position and the sheet slipped down far enough to unveil a hint of ass crack. Then I queried, "Do you mind if I move the sheet down a little"? "Sure, go ahead" he whispered, with his face pointing towards the wall at the opposite side of the bed. With permission I pulled it down a little, baring 2 to 3 inches of butt cleavage and then rubbed the sensual small of his back barely an inch above the cleft of his globs of smooth man flesh. As I continued my now one handed massage marauding down one leg, while using my freehand to ever so carefully lower the bedding further and further down over his buns as I proceeded to salivate with anticipation as to what Barry's exposed fleshy mounds might look like while uncovering additional skin until the bottom of his tootsies were visible. After laying him b are from head to toe his beautifully smooth, supple and completely hairless buttocks was beaming back up at me just as glorious as I expected they would be. After concluding my rubdown I commenced to flagrantly roam both hands over the smooth rotund contours of his cheeks, meticulously kneading and caressing those globular mounds. There my sexy roomie laid naked as could be and he kept his now more stalwart legs pressed tightly together as if he was protecting himself, nevertheless he didn't recoil even once. I wandered upward along his left leg with my eyes fixated upon Barry's baby tenuous ass and lightly brushed the hairs along his inner thighs. Then abruptly he splayed out for me where his pair of big enticing ball-sac appeared before my eyes. Now that his bull-sized orbs were quite accessible resting on the mattress twixt his upper thighs, I theorized he was granting me carte blanche so without reservation or interruption I fondled his cream stodgy loose hanging sac-a-nuts . He then let out a low level moan, "Ah--hh--hh". He did not request me to cease the activity, so I knew he was enjoying this at least as much as I. By that point there was an onrush of clear liquid streaming from my spongy crimson corona then began oozing down my steely mast. I made no attempt whatsoever to feign the fact that I was bone hard and throbbing while massaging this taut and gorgeous mounds, with Barry still facing away from me. I could not help myself as my fingertips reached to first brush the soft hair and then caressed the tender skin that held his semen heavy depository. I then bent over to lightly nibble on his enticingly toned gluts while synchronously I proceeded to lingeringly stroke myself on the mattress beside him.

I had yet to see his unclad cock either flaccid or erect up close and personal and by that point in time I was positive he must be sporting a raging hard-on also. I was dying to get my hands on his never before touched by another hand cock and what I assumed were large nuts unlike any other dudes genitals previously. Thus I inquired of him, "Would you like to rollover, now"? To, which he restored, "Okay, if you like". Barry flipped over, flouncing back down and his entire glorious physique along with his nethermost regains or a carnival of pubic delights came into my field of vision. At long last I had unfettered access and now that he was fully exposed my highly curious eyes followed as the rigid fleshly beauty of a column swung up from his groin as if it came spring equipped. Observing his tool slap back against his rock solid abs with a vociferous thump was one huge turn on let me tell you and my tongue was wagging, figuratively specking anyway. The stiff, pulsating rod then swayed halfway back and came to rest pointing towards the ceiling begging for a little attention betwixt his pale thighs and that display was absolutely impossible for me to resist. From my prima facie vantage point the rigidity of his pole was imposing to say the least, mimicking a baseball bat while his twin set of balls were equally huge. Barry's beefy distinctive member turned out to be an eye-popping beauty, the piece de resistance to me. His meaty shaft had a slight distinctive banana curvature along with a blue vain running its entire length, a topping it off was bulbous purple hued crown and nary a single drop of man dew. I released my stiff column and the shaft slapped against my lower ads slinging a lengthily queue of pre-sex liquid on my thigh, feet and the carpet. I then fully climbed up onto his mattress sat beside him with out hips touching and then bent down over him where my lingual roved sinuously up his torso leaving a slimy trail of saliva in my wake un til reaching his nipples. I first sampled the left succulent mini-morsel by looping around the areola then flicking the tip of my lingua over its meaty little nip then repeating the very same action upon its clone and soon both were standing up nice and stiff, a la tiny bullets. As I serviced his pectoral nubs I also reached out and took his iron hard rod of inordinate size in hand, coiling four digits and my thumb around the nadir and commenced to pump his flagpole of roaring man meat slowly, yet firmly and aggressively simulated him. I'm capable of furnishing a virtual cornucopia of pre-sex fluid more then sufficient for the both of us, which undoubtedly fascinated Barry (who later announced to me, he could never manufacture one drop of pre-cum a condition I'd never heard of, beforehand). After sufficiently tonguing each of his nipples my concentration centered on getting us off. I added a bit of my spit for lubricate and in no time flat I'd concocted a foamy head. I then tra nsferred a large portion of overage streaming out of my dickhead and spread the clear sticky leakage the width and breadth of my buds cock as I squeezed each cream filled nut and then continued to stimulate him a bit more vigorously as the lefty reached for my twitching shaft, taking it into his hot hand to piston my cylinder. It felt incredible as we waxed each other's stroke poles, while giving and receiving endless unadulterated pleasure in our naked intimacy on a splendid Saturday forenoon . . .

Following a few minutes of ball play and cock stroking we spent some time thoroughly enjoying one other as we squeezed, felt, caressed and explored our svelte bodies congenial to a full-fledged Lewis and Clark expedition. I could not neglect his pecs any longer and once more I circled my lingua around Barry's right mini-areola and then assailed the hypersensitive meaty tip causing it to quiver twixt my lips. He queued of me, "Do you want me shoot my jizz"? I released the nipple and eagerly replied, "You bet I fucking want you cum. I'm been waiting and waiting for this moment for weeks on end". I had no modus operandi of any sort or a wish to foist or compel him to do anything against his will such as a blowjob. In any event he most likely is not prepared for it beyond that I was determined to allow events take there natural course and let the chips fall where they may. So, in lieu of oral or anal sex I advocated, "Why don't we set face-to-face, with our legs wrapped around each others hips and have us a really hot dual jerk-fest"? He responded with, "It sounds terribly exciting, let's do it". We rapidly maneuvered around on the mattress to make it so, straddling his legs and then entwining mine around his and tightly interlocking ankles behind one another's backs. Our rock solid abdominal muscles folded up akin to accordions with both dicks and slick undersides pressed together pointing towards the ceiling. I then wrapped both of my hands around each throbbing cylinder, forcing them even tighter against one another and smeared more sticky discharge along my roommate's elongated ramrod. I did appear a mite puny alongside Barry's monster phallus; however, it did not annoy me in the least since I am not the least insecure. I could feel each pair of nut-sacs oscillating in conjunction so I slipped my free-hand in-between our loins to cup them and then fell the full weight of four laden orbs. Following a minute of two of me applying a double fisted j o the lefty informed me, "I really love the sensuous feel of our hard johnson's sliding together this way and your hand feels so good squeezing my nads. It's a major turn on for me". I retorted, "So do I and I get off big time fondling big balls, like yours". We then took one another's hard as the Rock of Gibraltar man poles in hand and proceeded, waxing them in earnest. I thought, "He's gotten over his fear of touching another guy's dick rather fast and now needs to and even seems to have a desperate hunger to jerk me off. It's a baby step in the right direction". Since Barry's a southpaw he used his left hand to initiate the aggressive manipulation of my cock as I contemporaneously stimulated his rigid mast with my right; whilst my extremely touchy pectoral morsels received a workout from the thumb and forefinger. My roomie ceased stroking me only momentary, using his left thumb to swirl over my ultra sensitive glans; with oodles more man dew escaping, very nearly causing me to erupt and I queried, "H--h--hold off a little, man . . . I'm about ready to shoot my load. I'd rather make this last a little longer"? He did and I managed to stay cumming until Barry was ready and tweaked his still erect nipples once again. As we both approached climax our hands became nothing more than an obfuscate while traversing the entire length of our respective slippery poles. In the meantime I planted a wet, sloppy whammy of a kiss upon his juicy lips while accelerating my tight fisting of his primo beefsteak and with all our ensuing lascivious and vociferous lip coupled with audible slippery skin on skin smacking and those arising sounds are is dulcet for me, spurring me on until I was again nearly ready to spew a wad. We quickly cajoled each other into experiencing a simultaneous orgasm with each manipulating the other toward a rip-roaring apex. Then resumed the stroking where the moaning that emitted form both of us grew ever louder and LOUDER until we ended up s ounding something like banshees, "AAAA--RRRR--GGGG--HHHH... UH--OH". Then Barry forewarned me with, "I'M SHOOTING MY JIZZZZZZZ, NOW" then ongoing with wails of "MM--MM--MM--MM . . . AA--AA--AA--AAH . . . OOOH . . . HH--HH . . . UH--OH, D J" as he began erupting with a bucket worth's of his pearl white warm and thick cum onto me. More strident sighs were elicited that overlapped and reverberated around the room in random fashion, whilst we writhed up a storm. We reached a rapturous crescendo with him spraying viscous ropes of juicy ball nectar allover each of us from crotches up to our chins with two pairs of lips still fused together as our lingua's engaged in some sort of erotic dance. He seemed to be slowing down and I cried out "don't stop now, man. I'm about to blast my . . . wad" Barry increased the speed of his fisting and microseconds later I too exploded on him bemoaning, "IM CUMMING . . . AH--HH--HH . . . UM--UM--UM--UM . . . ARAGH--AMPH . . . AW--AW--AW--AW" as ou r bodies were racked amidst continually spasmodic outbursts with a blizzard of ball sauce splatter being the outcome firing back and forth, landing everywhere, on our chins, hands, thighs and bedding alike. We persisted in pumping each other's cocks while squeezing one another's low hanging orbs to coax each and every last drop of creamy seminal fluid our nut-sacs could possibly hold was delivered. As our overheated cum producers ended up sere, hands came to a stop along with our tight lip lock. It was one truly intense and amazing orgasm we shared with our first libertine mutual j o. Even though, Barry's loins produced nada pre-cum, whereas he certainly did produce a fertile reserve of viscous and creamy nectar. I scooped a large portion of our spent semen in my palm, sampled our specimens combined confection and then my palate experienced the toothsome potpourri. Then I said to him, "Breathe deep and inhale that musky aroma of our spent cum linger in the room. Don't, you just

love it"? He concurred with, "That was a humdinger of an orgasm and I agree with you 110-percent. Fresh spent jizz smells divine and tastes just like hazelnuts to me". "Hazelnuts you say, I've never had one and couldn't say what they taste like. What I do know is it's tasty as my favorite flavor of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Cum is a heavenly aroma in my book, someone should create a fragrance that imitates it, I'm sure there's a ready-made demand. Gays are an untapped niche market and would downright love it and those marketers could make a mint off a product like that. Afterwards, the fact that he previously had no sex of any kind especially with another male was laughable on the face of it and we couldn't help but howl over it. The two of us must've of bore a striking resemblance to a couple of sex-starved adolescent males, having at it with their very first simultaneously reciprocating masturbation. Do to all the lascivious noises we made, alon g with the marvelous and highly potent masculine aroma that floated up our nostrils and then permeated the bedroom it sounded and smelt very much like the orgy room at a gay bathhouse and I must add I've had a one or two red hot escapades in and each time I savored that wonderfully overwhelming and pungent scent. After our panting ultimately ceased we un-entwined our legs, unlocked ankles and then reeled backwards on our heels in thorough delight. Then I recounted to Barry, "Now that I've seen you hard I must say I should've known from the size of your feet that you were hugely hung like a horse, which much be 12' or more unless I miss my guess. Are you sure your big dick isn't a third appendage"? He then came back at me with, "That's truly funny D J; I haven't gotten that same reaction before, so for your information and this fact's on a need to know basis only. My johnson is exactly 8-1/2 while my feet are 12-1/4" so I ware a size 12 or 12-1/2 shoe depending on how it fit s". "That's a good thing to know. I've heard someone once said your first sexual experience with another person ought to have a powerful emotional component unlike any other you'll ever have. Did it have that sort of reaction on you, Barry"? "Yes it sure did, one I cannot put into words". I then inquired, "Don't tell me, 'johnson' must be the men refer to their dicks where you come from"? "Yes as a matter of fact your right, D J. In my neck of the woods men folk very often give their johnson's affectionate nicknames". After becoming cognizant of that fact I inquired, "So then johnson isn't really a nickname, huh"? "No-no, it's a generic term all us Southern boys use to describe our dicks as you insist on calling them". I commented, "Nicknames for almost everything are really big with you southerners" then I certainly had to know and queried "what nickname did you give yours?" He retorted, "Yes, they are indeed popular all around the south and I gave my johnson the nickname of " big Willie". I snickered and then said, "Big Willie" you say, that seems quite fitting since you don't have a little Willie by any means. I don't mean any offence, but I find that rather amusing" then I inquired further "and I suppose chocking the chicken is a Southern colloquial expression, also?" He replied, "None taken, I've gotten that sort reaction many times before and you're right again about it being another colloquial expression" he snickered then related to me, "that 'little Willie' comment of yours was very funny, too. Are you a comedian or what, D J" and then both of us laughed at that remark. From that day forward the lefty began to exclusively and affectionately begin refer to his johnson as "big Willie". The size of Barry's tansy weensy, although still meaty strawberry nips were a dichotomy and in sharp distinction to his erection, being the smallest nipples I've ever seen on any dudes chest. As I reached for them I could not help myself it was not my intention t o be flippant as I started needling him with, "Those midget nipples on you're chest are about the cutest damn little things I've EVER seen. A humongous dick that never pre-cums and teeny tiny nipples, what the hells up with that"? Then I gently tweaked them as he shot back saying, "Oh is that so, D J. You sure did enjoy licking them, though. I don't how I turned out this way other then to say both my nipples along with big Willie here" as held onto his meat "they're generic, but I happy as can be with the way I am". "Well of course, one sexy guy's nipples are as good any other hot guy's to tongue, Barry" elaborating upon my previous statement I commented "you know I wasn't being derogatory or anything only teasing you, right? It just seems to be a combination of the two weirdest couple of things on any dude I've, ever laid eyes on is all. It's a healthy sign that you're not self-conscious about something like that". "Its ok D J, I realize you weren't being mean". Subsequent to our morning of naked fun, he gave me the wherefore why he'd been jacking-off so frequently. Declaring, "You turn me on big time and I've been chocking the chicken like crazy once or twice a day to wild fantasies of sucking you off as you Yankees put it. Being in the altogether (as he sometimes referred to my conspicuous nudity) with you gave me the most pleasure I've had in my whole entire life and its all thanks to you". I felt sybaritic and rhapsodic by that revelation and summarily acknowledged, "Hot damn, I was cocksure (I categorically love puns) you had the hots for me. I too, have been beating-off with fantasies of your sexy bare balled body filling my thoughts every day". With a mile wide grin that displayed a picked fence row of pearly whites Barry responded, "OOOH REEEEALLY"? "That's right" I replied. Later that night for the briefest of an instant I speculated the possibility our j o escapade was a just an anomaly then reconsidered that harebrained idea, drawing the conclusion there's not even the most farfetched of a chance that could be true. He was way to into it and never once exhibited a single trace of inhibitions for the first time.

That was the first time albeit far from our last sexual escapade and another followed very shortly thereafter . . .

Since I sleep in the buff and if I have an unusual and sudden urge to drain the vain or upon occasion go for a late night snack, I go in the nude. Why bother putting anything on when going bare balled is so liberating. On one particular Friday night about 1 or 1:30 am or was it early Saturday morning (as it so happened there was a full moon), whichever way you look at it, I roused quite thirsty and pretty much ambled in a somnolence state to the kitchen opened the refrigerator for a bottle of water to get a swig that I kept chilled for that eventuality. Mere seconds thereafter unbeknownst to me Barry also staggered in zombie like, that was lit by only the light emitting from the open fridge. I literally bumped into my roommate or was it he into me, whilst I was bent over with my head inside the refrigerator. In any case my I felt a stab with something both soft, yet stiff and I had a sneaking suspicion as to what it was and virtually instantaneously I was sporting an erecti on. I spun around and then instinctively glanced downwards to see the source for my excitement was that he had indeed jabbed my ass with his dick. My still woozily roomie was in the very same condition with that awesomely hot-rod jutting from his loins twitching away, ready to perform. Our collision half woke him where he glimpsed my crotch to see I was turned on as well and then I queried, "Hey their Barry, are you horny too"? With our erogenous zones primed for action; my little head took over and there was no turning back since my pre-launch sequence was activated. He rubbed each eye as one would if one was waking up from a surrealistic dream then. It took a moment for the lefty regain full consciousness and then he responded, "You bet I am". I gazed into Barry's eyes to see them lit up from within, dancing with desire by long suppressed lust for a taste of cock flesh. With each of us denuded and also hard as the Rock of Gibraltar in such proximity those two facts turned our

libidos into incendiary devices and in my experience there is only one way to extinguish that sort of a blaze, leaving only one outlet for either of us. His four little words prompted me to completely forget about why I came to the kitchen in the first place, do to my brain function being reduced to the intelligent of a fried shrimp. So instinctively I grabbed him by the hips, pulling our overexcited bodies together and then with phalluses and torsos pressed in-between each other I planted another whammy kiss on his luscious lips. Following a rather lengthy smooch where we attempted to suck the lips off each other's faces, along with some mutual ass fondling, while synchronously our rigid masts slithered in a Princeton rub betwixt our lower rock solid abs, again thanks to my capacious reservoir of clear leaky liquid. Then scans a single word to my complete delight and total surprise he discontinued the kiss, fell to his knees, swooping down upon my nethermost regions as if he was paragon falcon chasing his prey. Barry found my oozy glans yielding massive quintiles of pre-sex fluid then his lingua vaulted from his mouth akin to a lizard. He voraciously nestled his face in-between my thighs and then lavished over my one eyed cyclops then licked along my cock ridge, taking the plum hued helmet between his anxious lips and then proceeded to sample his first ever cock. I was enwreathed into his warm and inviting oral receptacle then his initial cocksucking ensued. His first attempt at giving head was a mite sophomoric, however, he quickly became acclimated to having an erect cock down his pharynx and was developing the knack for sucking cock on the spot and very soon he was hoovering me. My fledgling roommate became more adapt in servicing my tool with each tongue slurp and in record time he was able to bury his nostrils in my short and curlies as though he'd given head to an untold member of guys. As he synchronously palmed and squeezed my scrotal-sac w ith his right palm leaving the left hand free to stimulate his own rod. I remember saying to myself, "Barry's transcend the one more hurdle since he's now starving for a stiff dick, which just so happens to be mine". I was wholly unprepared for the lip service although ecstatic, letting out a wail "AH--HH--HH--HH . . . S--S--S--U--U--U--C--C--C--K--K--K--MM--MM--MEEEE . . . UM--UM--UM--UM" as I held each side of his head in my hands. 2 possibility 3 minutes later (who the hell keeps time while being sucked-off) it accrued to me the fridges door was still standing wide open. I cautiously took a few steps forward and my tyro cocksucker moved with me then I shut the door. After which Barry must've gotten himself a strong whiff (obviously his first ever) of the infectious, musky and arresting scent emanating from any dudes ball-sac, as that powerfully masculine aroma flooded his olfactory receptors. The lefty relinquished my steely shaft with a vociferous plopping sound and then do ve headlong upon my cum stodgy, low-hanging twin danglers where he lapped at those boys in a circuitous motion, most savagely. One of my loose nuts was taken inside his oral pore, sloshed around between his cheeks then preceded to bathe my heavy nuts in a hormone-induced fervor. As Barry's nose nuzzled in my forest of pubis hairs his lingual folded into the soft skin of my pendulous testicles taking deep breathes as he inhaled the pungent smell as I became all too aware of hot breath venting from his nostrils. I notified my scrotum licker with, "OOOH YEAHH, that's what I reeealy love, you're making . . . M--M--M--M--MY . . . B--B--B--B--BALLS . . . F--F--F--F--FEEL . . . S--S--S--S--SO . . . F--F--F--F--FUCKIN'--G--G--G--G--GOOD". Following the bathing of my right golf ball-sized orb it was unsheathed covered in slobber the very same process was repeated on my slightly lower hanging duplicate. Only after each one had a thick coating of saliva and received a thorough going over,

which was a most enjoyable tongue lashing did he surrender my slick sac-a-nuts form captivity. Meanwhile as he was assailing my semen stodgy boys I reached downward to tweak his ultra sensitive left nipple to stiffness and then applied the very same action upon its double. Following one fantastic tonguing of my sperm weighty testicles he returned to servicing my raging suck stick with oodles more per-sex fluid flowing that was captured on his outstretched lingua. Barry began blowing me with a vengeance as he again toyed with my balls driving me wild as I went, "Oooh yeahhhh man, mess with my nuts . . . make me shoot a big load . . . drink my tasty cream down". To my utter astonishment the way he utilized his lingual closely approximated that of a pro enabling Barry to slurp along my cocks entire length as lips plunged up and down giving me a most extraordinary suck job (effectively deep throating me), very nearly right out of the gate. I then thought, "Damn he didn't scarp a s ingle tooth along my shaft; he doesn't need one word of instruction in giving blowjobs to a guy, neither. How the fuck does that happen on your first time going down on a dude"? It wasn't all that long until my legs became wobbly and enervated forcing me to hold tightly onto both sides of his head in an attempt maintain my equilibrium as he continued hoovering my iron hard rod as if he was attempting to suck the very marrow from my bones. The more strident my roomie sucked me, only accelerated the waxing of his surging member becoming nothing more than a obfuscate. Barry ceased only intermittently to swirl just the tip his lingual over my ultra sensitive spongy knob quite similar to a whirling dervish and then commenced working up and down the supersensitive underside a couple more times. I apprised my cocksucker, "OHHH YESSS, your tongue feels FAN-tas-TIC. Suck me". After getting his fill of my shaft he concentrated on my gooey helmet, fastidiously shellacking my bulbous senti ent corona until it was glossy as glass, taking all my clear fluid in the process where again I very nearly ejaculated on the spot. He held off a moment or two and serviced my ball-sac a little more then returned to feasting upon my cock shaft with wild abandon and this time Barry was first catapulted to a climax. The lefty erupted in a barrage of man cream congenial to the nozzle of a fire hose squirting at full force squirting the tiled burgundy floor under me and splashing my bare feet or maybe doused is a better word for it. Again muffled moans were elicited as he continued to suck my rigid column as I felt his warm spent sperm seeping in-between the toes on each foot as I flexed them. Barely a moment later endorphins flooded my brain, infusing every neurotransmitter in my body as my nut juice began its rapid path from the overheated cum cache. I became languid in the knees, my entire body started quivering, my toes curled up, as my breathing became shallow and rapid, my hi ps thrust forwards, my ball-sac pulled up tight against my cock root and I fired a deluge of manly nectar into his cum thirsty oral orifice consistent with the firing of a howitzer with eminence pleasure. "OOOOH, AHA--UM--M--M-M" then uttered "OOOOH FU--UC--CC--KK . . . take mmmmy cummmm". He compelled although I don't believe I need to ask because he would have regardless. Blast after blast hit the back of Barry's pharynx as mouthfuls passed over his taste buds, past his tonsils and cascaded downward as I again cried out in primal sexual elation, "UM--MM--MM--MM . . . AH--AH--AH--AH". He managed to consume each and every last drop of my delicious and creamy protein fortified foodstuff sending me into a euphoric haze. And so far as I could tell he did not have one single gag reflex, whatsoever and that capability profoundly astonished me. Subsequent to my laborious but still remarkably enjoyable apex he discontinued the vacuum suck job and as any seasoned cocksucker he didn't e gress me until I became mollified inside his comforting mouth. He let my scrumptious spent sperm dance on his palate then my cocksucker stood up and my hands dropped to his shoulders with to keep from falling on my ass, in sheer exhaustion leaving each of us satisfied to the nth-degree. I stepped backwards against the fridge door pulling Barry with me and quickly kissed him while there was still a remnant of my molten hot cream inside; creating a frothy cum and saliva miscellany and we shared the savory brew, playing a bit of tonsil hockey as we held onto each other for stability. He performed something like an enthusiastic and curious whelp, getting his very first sample of cock. I ended the smooch then catching my breath and the panting ceased to heap praise upon him musing, "You hoovered my shaft like very few ever have and spit polished my dickhead so well my own reflection is visible but sincerity man, you gave me a most IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE blowjob for a first timer. You d on't have near the naivete I suspected and in my humble opinion you're a natural born cocksucker, if ever there ever was one. Thanks, Barry". The newly initiated fellator then licked his lips as looked me in the eye with a smug little grin on his face, relishing in the reality of just having sucked his very first cock. He then became very candid (usually so in regards to the subject of sex) citing, "You know, I only recently how to play a skin flute from watching tons of queer porn. But never had the nerve or the opportunity to put any of that carnal knowledge to use 'till now that is. And you know, I think the full moon tonight may of had a little something to do with it. There's one other thing, D J. I eavesdropped as you watched porn videos late at night and heard all those loud, fuck me's; suck me off's and moans and groans coming through your rooms wall. I figured you thought I was asleep but I did really get off on them and they made my orgasms so much more intense then u sual as I imagined fucking your fine ass or playing your skin flute. In fact I do love the addictive taste and creamy texture of jism, either my own or yours. I don't know about most guys, but I always gobble my own down after shooting all my jizz". Full moons have that kind of effect on you do they" then I had to know so I inquired "why didn't you bust my door down one of those nights and have you way with me, tell me that"? He was parry to my question and gave me a rather cleaver answer of, "Well, to tell you the truth I was way too busy with big Willie and besides you do recollect what happened the first time, right"? "Yeah, I do" then I changed the subject and quarried, "so tell me chocking the chicken must be how males refer to jerking-off where you hale from"? "Why, yes it is". I was downright overjoyed that he definitively succumbed to the latent desires he'd harbored for ages that I believed to be highly improbable occurrence until the moment it actually accrued. The fa ct that he made known his true sexual orientation the way he did with actions not, words warmed the cockles of my heart. I deemed he was introduced to gay sex by his erstwhile housemate's porn and merely mimicked them with a remarkably talented oral technique as he sucked me off, and yet, I was the one who indoctrinated him and took some solace in the belief; that during a most climactic point in Barry's life I facilitated his first gay encounter in some minuscule way. Moreover, I also think I deserve a little credit in that I was triumphant in helping my demure roommate in surmounting that wall around him. I never mentioned to him that I was incredibly frustrated sexually by him I didn't see the point in doing so; moreover I sensed he was well aware of that factoid. Barry then asked me to spend the night in his king size bed and I was all too happy to except his invitation. It felt wonderful sleeping in the nude with another male once again and upon our alfresco awakening with

sunlight streaming through the window there were two new urgent cases of "morning dick" to contend with, commanding our attention. As we laid side-by-side we swiftly and zealously executed another hot and steamy mutual morning j o. Where I once again tweaked his tiny nipples causing them to stand up firm cognate to a sharpened number 2 pencil with our bedroom antics culminating in each of us at exactly the same moment blasting salvo after salvo of viscid cum sauce taking a trajectory synonymous with Old Faithful in quick succession upon one another's lanky naked forms I as my ejaculate arched towards Barry his did the same, landing on me. Two massive wads of odorous pearl white cream imbued the room, which we inhaled and in turn was savored by both of us. Afterwards, we cleaned one another up with our lingua's and then was us required a respite and then my roomie donned his usual skivvies while I naturally stayed in the altogether. Subsequently we prepared and then voraciousl y ate a hearty prandial (late breakfast) consisting of a shot stack of hotcakes, two slices of crisp bacon and a tall ice cold glass of orange juice, apiece. Henceforth, we became doff bedfellows for the night whenever the mood struck us for ephemeral-pleasures. He posthaste acquired an infinite, unruly and wolfish appetite for cum and scoffed down every single delightful drop of my scrupulous nectar on a near per diem basis. And still the he had not acknowledged to me the all too apparent fact he was gay as one can be.

Little did I realize precisely how much Barry was inexplicably drawn to my ass, until that is late in afternoon the very next day after only minutes of my arrival home from work? I don't mean to boast or anything (it's the hubristic in me) but my sinuous gluteus maximums and quads are positively stunning if I don't say so myself and taut enough to bounce a quarter off of. Perhaps that's why for years an untold number of guys have leered at buns in an inevitable manner, many of whom beseeched of me in dire lust to fuck my ass, which was rather flattering I must say. Anyway, out of the blue my roommate finally owned up to the source of his expertise in the ways of gay sex. Notifying me, "You know; to tell you the truth, while living in the house with my collage buddies I snuck into there rooms to watch their porn videos while they were at work, which is instrumental to my know-how of playing the skin flute and fucking butt, both" the lefty then espoused with a chuffed gleam i n his eye, "Say D J, big Willie wants your hot as a jalapeno ass really bad, can he fuck you up the ole wazoo? I know having a hard johnson up my butt feels absolutely fantastic". I asked, "And you know this because"? Barry further confessed, "It all steams from watching all those porn guys with their johnson's sliding in and out of each others asses and they seemed to love it. So I thought what the fuck, I may as well give it a shot with a dildo to see for myself what it fells like. So a number of mouths ago I started fucking myself before we moved in with a 8-1/2" dildo and I'm not whistling Dixie here. And you know it's the most extraordinary feeling I have ever had. It's the real McCoy, or at least it seems that way to me". Once again I was fawned and almost inarticulate; and said to myself, "Hot damn, Barry thinks I'm fucksome and finds my body a big turn on" while still managing to emphatically state "so you want to bury "big Willie" inside me or as you say fuck me up the ol e wazoo, do you"? Of course I was more then amenable and readily acquiesced to my roomies will and stated "as a matter of fact I'd be honored for my ass to be the first you fuck. I only ask that you take it slow and easy because it's been a while since I was last fucked". He lamented to me, "You're incorrigible, D J". "Yes, this is true" then joshing him I commented, "Your much like the Energizer Bunny in those Television commercials for batteries, you two keep going and going" then further explained "seriously though, your sex drive has unending stamina like mine, ever ready to fuck and/or suck. You have turned into a randy little devil and that's mighty ballsy of you asking to fuck me, which is one quality I really do love in a dude. So that's how you've been getting your jollies all this time alone in your bedroom, self-abusing your ass with a rubber dick and you like 'em big, huh. That's a must-see scene for me and here I thought you were only chocking the chicken in there,

Barry". He stated, "D J, Your one to talk, since from where I'm standing you seem to be very horny your own self" and then divulged "you're right about me, I am very randy. I guess it's because I'm big is the reason why other big Willie's get me all excited, whether there real or not". "Well then, you have to give me demonstration of exactly how you've been wielding that dildo". "Sure, I'll give you a demo" then he notified me "but right now, I'm going to fuck the bejesus out of you". "Bring it on. I want your big dick up my ass. I want you deep inside me and if sucking my dick was any indication as to how well you can fuck I will definitely love it, Barry". We ran lickety-split to his bed where both of us striped down pronto and then I laid down supine brought both knees to my shoulders placed them on the mattress, nestling them against my armpits. That's my favorite position to get fucked in, leaving me with the ability to contemporaneously beat-off; I'm limber so it's one

particularly easy task for me. Each time I'm fucked I thoroughly love cumming at the precise instant as my ass fucker empties all of his creamy ball sauce into me that I am able to time perfectly. It makes for the most explosive, awesome and mind numbing orgasm imaginable. If it was at all possible for me to suck myself off I'd surly do so, I have made numerous attempts, and yet alas I'm not quite that agile. My roommate lubed up the fissure of my butt crack as I did the same to his beefy member and also prepared myself for the oncoming assault with very high expectations. Meanwhile 2 of Barry's fingertips passed thru the visible valley of my ass then inadvertently where dragged across my fleshy fun bridge (the space twixt your balls and fuck aperture) a.k.a. the slang term taint and I very nearly leapt up off the bed in sexual bless and he probed my already quivering hole, adequately greasing it. He then swiftly lubed up himself and aimed that gargantuan ass stretcher of his at my pink rosebud, piercing my ass ring with his bayonet of male splendor. The banana curvature of his erect shaft allowed Barry to ease it up my butt chute, slow and steady like and following the invasion of my manhole with his fuck pole there was a minuet amount of pain. I moaned, "Eeooww" then grimaced a bit until he was past my sphincter muscle then after becoming fully skewered with his entire mega-sized shaft inside, I rapidly became reacquainted to having a cock embed inside me up the hilt and the pain subsided. He then proceeded to pummel me for all he was worth with that 8-1/2" man rammer and from the outset he was one rabid butt fucker. I told my novice backdoor assailant, "Drive it home, its feeling . . . sooo damn go--oo--od . . . Fuck me hard, slam your balls against my ass, ram it into me" he did, which only elicited vociferous wails of, "OH YES, YES . . . F--F--F--U--U--U--C--C--C--K--K--K . . . MEEE. OOOH YEAHHH, Fuck me Barrrry . . . fuck my ass hard". I fe lt his semen laden enormous nads repetitiously slapping hard against my buttocks, as he gave me one high velocity hip driven, full-throttle pounding. He utilized "big Willie" to its maximum advantage and the strident precision of his pelvic plunges only intensified as the slamming of his raging mast penetrated deep into me, whilst stimulating my prostate gland, catapulting me into the stratosphere. As his steely mast slid in and out I could clearly see his dimpled flexuous gluts ripple with each and every power lunge my roomie employed only propelled me ever closer to complete and total delirium. I moaned, "AH--HH--HH--HH . . . FU--UU--UC--CK--MEEEE" then announced, "OOOOH YEAHHH . . . it fucking hurts . . . SOOO DAMN G--O--OO--O--OD". He was driving me wild as we started passionately moaning something fierce until a few ravenous minutes later he began to void the contents of his sperm stodgy balls into my bowls as my cheeks tautly contracted around his mast. Barry cried out in

uproarious fashion, "OOOOH FU--UC--CK, D J . . . your ass feels so damn good . . . UH--HH--AH . . . MMM--MPH". We were in the throes of absolute beatitude as each reached our thresholds not coincidentally together as I erupted in ribbons of pearl white cream as he injected my anal canal with one titanic-sized sizzling hot cum wad. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed over us enlisting moans cognate to a banshees from us, "AW--AW--AW--AW--AW . . . OHH--HH--HH--HH--HH" as I splashed my chin, chest and stomach at precisely the same instant, as I'm always able to. After the newbie pulverized me both of us collapsed in a tangle of sweaty bare flash, with him still occupying my love canal up to the root and then he laid a big sloppy French kiss on me. Our linguas began dancing back and forth in what I was positively sure was the lefty's first deep and soulful smooch even though both of us felt enervated. As far as I was concerned it was one zenith of an orgasm and that I genuinely lux uriated in and I was positive he reached an entirely new conjugal plateau. Plus the physically of it all left each of us 100-percent spent, dog tired and played out and the sensation of another man lying on top of me with his cum juice inside me was tremendous. The way Barry beleaguered my fuck chute was the style of naked-aggression that I've grown to have an unequivocal penchant for and he demonstrated, still another newfound prowess. Subsequent to a brief recuperation period I again lauded the neophyte, "You jack hammered me something fierce which felt oh sooo terrific, fantastic and awesome. It was one abso--fucking--lutely hot and torrid, pile driving experience and the creme de la creme of ass fucking, Barry". His grin grew wider as each superlative escaped from my lips. The first time fucker then looked me straight in the eyes with another smug smile on his face; and again relished in the realization of what actually transpired, as he became beat red, sucking up the adul ation. Again he quipped, "I had a helluva fucking time myself and all this flattery you're heaping on me is over the top". I then informed him, "You're turned in to a real fucking sexual spark plug". "I like the way fucking sexual spark plug roles off the tongue". After a fashion we summoned enough energy to prepare a little supper (as Barry referred to it) this time with both of us in the buff. I set to preparing us a meal comprising of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic toast and this time with both of us in the buff. He seemed to have caught the nudity bug and commenced emulating me by prancing around the apt. without a stitch on, letting his oversized genitalia free-hang in a most splendiferous or grandiose-style, pleasing me to no end.

I shall never ever forget either of those first 2 evening that we gave in to our hedonist needs because for me both were highly rakish, in a most salacious sense. Prior to falling asleep that evening I did a little thinking and surmised all those untold hours of viewing porn was a real erudition for him where he learnt all the intricacies of gay sex via some sort of osmosis process, merely whetting his appetite for our future encounters. Then it donned on me, I construed correctly, the reason why living with his 3 gay housemates necessitated he move out, was because they were in fact driving him totally insane with sexual frustration.

After nightfall the very next day Barry informed me of an overnight epiphany and then gave me the best news I could have possibly ever wished for. The way he relayed his illuminating moment with a message being, he had to promptly come out of the closet, which is precisely what happened. Ultimately affirming to me the painfully obvious and incontrovertible truth that he was gay enabling him to swiftly cultivate a panache, all his own. I was deliriously happy and told him, "That reminds me of the famous quote form one of Shakespeare's plays unless I am mistaken that goes, "to thyn own self be true" words I've always tired to live by". My roommate then commented, "That's an ideal to strive for". I presumed the way he rationalized coming out in his head went something along the lines of, I'm 25 years old and I still have not admitted to another living sole that I am gay so I may as well get it off my chest and tell D J, since he already knows. His ordeal was such a slow and ar duous endeavor full of fits and starts but he triumphed, surpassing the final hurdle of the gay litmus test with flying colors as he overcame the previous obstacles along the way proving his artfulness in very nearly all matter of gay sensuality beyond a shadow of doubt. Following the heavy weight being lifted off his shoulders he had a head-in-the clouds mentality so then and there I decided to celebrate the glorious occasion. Doing so by fixing diner that consisted of grilling a pair of 1/2" thick and juicy filet mignons, nuking 2 potatoes, while steaming some veggies and then Barry poured a libation of rose wine for each of us. Setting at the table before beginning our meal we toasted in a conciliatory gesture to a long and fruitful friendship and then for dessert both of us had a slice of New York style cheesecake. That solidified our camaraderie and following dinner we got nice and comply on the couch canoodling each other to watch one of our favorite TV programs the knee sl apping hilarious "Seinfeld" that we viewed weekly. Inasmuch as, I expected him to become a mite more aggressive sex wise the very next day he did not disappoint. He became very assertive the antithesis of his formerly demure self by proceeding to shamelessly seize and then fondle the contours of my taut rotund gluts and/or caress my nethermost regains particularly my ball-sac and other times merely rub up against me at nearly every opportunity. For instance, as I was loading/unloading the dishwasher, vacuuming the carpeting or bent over for any reason at all. He remarked, "I can never get enough of caressing your hot ass and squeezing those nads of yours, DJ" and that I flat out loved. It brought to mind an episode of "Seinfeld" when Jerry's girlfriend was in his apartment naked as he and Kramer thought up hilarious comments in regards to her nudity, I conveyed it to Barry and he concurred with me. Following his 2nd actual gay encounter virtually overnight the dynamics of our r elationship veered greatly, taking the path I wanted to go down since a few short weeks after moving in together. It turned into a highly robust and eroticized one where we essentially became fuck and suck buds. With my roomie either pummeled me like a crazed rhino or executed a tight jawed suck job upon me where he's ever increasingly talented lingual performed its magic to satisfy his unending carnal cravings and in the process fast developed into one highly consummate fellatio artisan/phallic worshiper or maybe better yet a all round certifiable sex maniac. Barry did not, could not curb his enthusiasm for my cock or ass one iota, in fact he ramped it up to downright unrestrained proportions. He loved draining my ball-sac of every single little millimeter of creamy nectar in fine-spun form I might add on a near per diem basis. Things typically went very much like this in the early evenings when he was most often in a playful mood. With a come hither look in his eyes he'd say,

"Com'ere D J, I got something in my hand for sexy high ended jalapeno pepper ass" as he jerked on "big Willie" in its bone hard state". Knowing full well what he had on his mind I asked anyhow, "And what might that be"? "Why, it's my hot big Willie of an 8-1/2" ass poker of course and he's looking for a warm and tight home for the night". I just loved to here what he wanted to do with me and that was all it took for me to become so aroused that I could hardly stand it. Then I respond, "My ass is ever ready for that big red hot poker you wield so well". I for one was very pleased he at long last started to initiate sex and we then went at it much like a pair of wild animals in heat.

Incidentally, later that same week he gave me that must-see dildo demo he'd promised earlier, after his aforementioned red-hot "big Willie" utterance and preceding dinner. We skedaddled to Barry's bed where I found out he'd previously made provisions with everything out and ready to go. We got right down to it beginning with a much more intense tonsil hockey session where our tongues seemed to be vying for dominance while synchronously we pumped each other's stroke poles. For our first dildo fuck-cum-jerk-fest he laid down supine and then asked me to grease him up. I was happy as can be to comply then he bent both knees, placing each foot on the bed where I applied a liberal amount of lube to his anal opening. Then with my legs stretched out along each side of him I began to probe the uncharted terrain (by another's hand at least) and then let my fingertips pass over his fleshy fun bridge, which all but caused him to become airborne. I then inserted my middle and index digi ts inside up to the 2nd phalanges as my roommate smeared some more grease the length of his rubber fuck stick and then to the 3rd phalanges. I carefully espied as Barry inserted the 8-1/2" sex toy up his rectal aperture much like a knife through a stick of butter very nearly the size as his own dick then the anal pummeling hastily and rampantly ensued, using both hands. Meanwhile I commenced to piston his primo mast using my right hand with equal enthusiasm thus leaving my freehand to use on my own 7-1/2" dick. He was squirming and squealing very much like a stuck pig within seconds as I as he wielded the imitation dick in and out of his fuck chute as if his life depended on it with mechanical precession. With are semen sticky stroke sticks being no more then a couple of inches apart I had quantum amounts of pre-cum dew flowing in no time, transferring a palms worth to his pulsating 8-1/2" member then began stroking him fervently and the velocity of his dildo lunging kept pa ce with my hands. Jacking-off both of us in a contemporaneous fashion isn't the simplest of acts to accomplish unless one is ambidextrous, which I'm not. With a little practice I was pretty much able to pump each of our columns in unison since I wanted us to cream together, if at all possible. I recall thinking at that very moment, "This is a fucking huge turn on". In short order Barry was nearing one highly explosive orgasm no doubt due to his manhandling of that dildo, stimulating his prostate gland with my accompanying manipulation of him. So I sped up the jerking of my cock and in less than one minutes time we began spewing herculean size wads of cum in a synchronal manner as I bemoaned vociferously, "AH--AH--AH--AH--AH--AH . . . OHH--HHH--HHH--HH--HH" and then he cried out, "OO--OO--OPH . . . GGGAAAHHH" while his molten hot jizz sprayed my face, neck, chest and groin. While mime squirted the dildo handler on the chin, neck, chest and abdomen then our hands came to a stop a nd that singular odoriferous, masculine aroma engulfed the room once again. Our extremely forceful orgiastic dual ejaculatory resulting from Barry's self-inflected pummeling in accordance with my stroking each of us in practically total unison was most vehement. And with all the writhing along with rambunctious jouncing about by us, it was a wonder we were able to even stay on the bed. Our clinched fists were left coated in spent nectar and my roomie lapped up the delightful juice off my right hand, whilst I did the same to his left and both had the viscosity of maple syrup. We then kissed and shared the highly delectable combination of toothsome ejaculate/saliva. After our lip lock ended if memory serves, I then recounted to him, "WOW, now that was what I'd call entertainment. Watching you thrust that huge dildo in and out of your ass was an energized, IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE sight to behold; I've never seen anything like it. And damn Barry, I don't know if it was because you were

self-fucking or what, but when you shot all your jism was the most powerful physical as well as vocal orgasm I've ever seen by any dude to date. You had fits of convulsions almost to the point of violent". He retorted, "The reason was our whole encounter was very risque with you chocking my chicken while I fucked myself. It was by far the best climax of my whole entire life so far and it was all due to you" and then with the very best Elvis impersonation he could come up with the lefty goes, "thankyouthankyouverymuch, D J". "You're quite welcome and I got off on it big time, myself. Do you mind, if I ask were you bought your dildo"? "Nope, not at all, mail order is how I got a hold of it. There's not a chance in hell I'd ever walk in to one of those adult sex emporiums that peddles those sorts of things". I cackled and then followed with, "That's pretty much what I thought". Thinking back on all of the aforementioned sexual activity between us I concluded it had to be all the pheromones Barry expelled that stimulated my instance attraction for the Southern cutie and vice versa. Years prior to us engaging in bedroom athletics I tired giving oral to just one another dude and it became a one time only thing since I did not enjoy it at all nor did I care for the taste of cum. I never entertained a single afterthought of blowing any another dudes cock that is until all of a sudden for some inexplicably strange reason I felt an exceedingly strong impulse to suck my sexy roommate off. It's quite possible the wherefore originated from something that comes to mind I said to myself one night before he first sucked my dick. That was, "Damn it, I cannot believe Berry's more versatile then I when it comes to sex. It's more than a little embarrassing and there's no way I can let that stand" then a new observation accrued to me after he sucked me off "he's a cocksucker extraordinaire". That was an epiphany of mine, forcing me on the spot to acquire an entirely new

perspective on servicing a guy so bestowing blowjobs and then swallowing his cum became 2 major vices in the most pleasurable since of the word. I am giving it the old collage try; however, I've yet, to deep throat his well hung member, try as I might in a valiant attempt I could not there was to, too much gagging on my part I continue striving to achieve my more proficient counterparts innate adroitness.

To put it succinctly I promptly overcame my apprehension in respect to an intimae physical relationship with a guy and the anxiety I felt dissipated also.

By that juncture, I was drooling at the mouth from the mere thought of getting Barry in a denuded state in the previously specified remote little savanna I've visited since age 13 and knew like the back of hand for a lewd tableau or a bit of hedonist debauchery (to appease my burgeoning and utterly uncontrollable sensualist lust for him), which in my mind was quite germane for each of us. I told him, "If the truth be told, I've never had me a cherry ass that's never been fucked with a real dick like yours, and I want it so damn bad. Then I'll suck your BIG HOT dick until you shoot all your jizz and then swallow all that mighty tasty cum of yours, in the great outdoors". He was pleased to here my intentions and shot back with, "I'm ready for it any ole time you are, D J". So very shortly thereafter we headed for that placid cloistered region in the nearby woodlands for a nooner on a balmy, azure day and thereupon we summarily stripped one down another than participated in a bit of au naturel frolicking. We rapidly sexed up each another and then had ourselves one profound ballock naked of a steamy time, let me tell you. To prepare him I advised the lefty in no uncertain terms as he had me umpteenth times beforehand, "I'm going to fuck the bejesus out of you". To, which he retorted, "Bring it on, D J bring it on. I'm good and ready for your johnson". I then probed the still obscured fuck chute of his with my fingertips passing thru his fleshy fun bridge again and greased the pink opening and then commenced to deflower Barry's inter sanctum with my 7-1/2" stiffie, drilling him royally, doggy-style and he thoroughly loved taking me up his cherry love canal (with an bona-fide cock) and the aftermath was I effused him with a bucket load of my jism with a meteoric like orgasm, however, I would not allow him to ejaculate not quite yet, anyway. I nuzzled myself betwixt his loins and then fellated his 8-1/2" of highly serviceable nature, ready to eat meat and went hog wild, assailing his hypersensitive helmet and rigid column of male splendor. I also lambasted Barry's ball-sac completely draining his cum leaden repertory of its manly juice where he caterwauled at the very moment I sampled his essence. Our entire milieu was one nude and lewd, absolute nirvana of a sexual escapade beyond my wildest expectations.

Suffice to say our nooner brought to fruition my favorite longstanding sex reveres very much the same as the sexy porn studs perform in several of my especial scenes contained on my videos. However, that's a whole other story with an intensely erotic uber scenario unto its self, which I gave only a brief synopsis of and shall leave the rest to your imagination . . .

The End

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