This story, a work of fiction, is told in alternating segments from the perspectives of a young dermatologist named Wade and his even younger neighbor, a barber named Jeremy.
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- Damian
WADE:
Jeremy really knows how to convince a guy that he forgives him! What I had hoped would materialize when I asked him to bring over his barber shears actually -- to my great pleasure and astonishment -- did.
I had been a nervous wreck climbing those stairs to expose my body to those shears -- and, more importantly, to Jeremy's eyes and hands. I didn't even turn around when we got to the bathroom -- I just took my shirt off and then decided to strip to my briefs. When he finally touched me, I understood just how much I had been missing all my life. My long-neglected body was more than ready to be touched by another living person, and I wanted that person to be Jeremy Wilson.
I'm sure that goose bumps broke out all over my back as he began to shear off what little hair was back there. I know because I could feel them.
As he trimmed my back, I thought how foolish I had been to keep my briefs on, but I had been a little shy and decided to keep them on. When he lowered them a bit, I knew he could probably see the top of my crack. When he told me to turn around, I almost hesitated because I knew I had an erection. But I thought to myself, "Damn it, Wade, you're 33 years old and you need to stop holding yourself back. It's now or never."
I took a deep breath and turned slowly to face him.
It felt amazing to be standing there in front of Jeremy with my hard cock bulging in my tight briefs. All I wanted at that moment was to feel Jeremy's hands pulling them down, and then he did! I felt them fall to my feet, and I kicked them away. I'd never been so turned on in my life -- my heart was pounding like crazy, and my cock throbbed with every beat of my pulse.
Is this how my big brother Tim had felt all those years ago in front of me before I ran from his room? Up till now, I'd only thought about what I had felt that day, not even giving a moment's thought as to what Tim must have been feeling.
In medical school we had to strip to practice giving each other physicals, but that was merely embarrassing and not much fun at all. This was the real thing -- for the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word "passion," and my long-standing fear of it finally flew out the window like a long-caged bird, never to return.
When Jeremy finally touched my dick and then my balls, I thought I'd erupt right then and there, but I knew if I could somehow get him to take my dick into his mouth that it would be so much better.
I thought of all the times that I'd jacked off alone and couldn't think of a time when I'd felt even half as turned on as I was at that moment. Incredible waves of sensation and pleasure washed over me when I finally felt Jeremy's lips slip around the head of my virgin dick, and then felt him take more and more of my rigid shaft into his mouth.
It didn't take very long at all for me to feel the approach of my first ejaculation in the presence of another human being. I ran my hands over the back of his head and through his hair, nearly gasping for breath as I felt my cum shoot into his throat with a blast that must have caught him by surprise by its quickness and its intensity.
But he took every last drop of my pent-up cum, and believe me there was plenty! I came and came like never before in my life -- not being even mildly aware before of just how intense a sexual experience could be with a beautiful man like Jeremy sucking the living daylights out of me.
When it was over, I nearly collapsed from the sensation of it all. I climbed onto Jeremy's lap and hugged him as tightly as I could. He was still dressed, of course, but that actually added to the pleasure of it all. Even though he was only 25 years old, I felt he was the dominant one and that I was just a naked kid there on his lap.
He started kissing me all over my neck and upper chest and ran his hands all over my body. When our lips finally met, it was heaven -- and I never wanted it to stop. I couldn't remember the last time I had been kissed -- certainly never like this!
It was difficult for me to admit to him that I hadn't been honest about that fake call the previous night that gave me an excuse to flee from the scary situation he had put me in, even though I had been a willing participant up to a point. But then I thought of my naked, hard brother all those years ago, and I just panicked and had to get out of there. I thought Jeremy might feel like getting even with me and leave me naked in my house like I'd left him naked in his, but he didn't. To my great relief, it didn't seem to matter.
Instead, he picked me up with my arms still around his neck and his hands holding me firmly onto my butt. I wrapped my legs tightly around his middle and let him carry me to my bedroom, feeling vulnerable but completely secure in his strong, sexy arms.
JEREMY:
Wade and I stayed in bed for hours, just enjoying each other's naked body and the sensuous pleasure of skin-on-skin contact. I couldn't get enough of the sight of his lean, wiry body. As soon as we got into his bed together for the first time, I just knelt between his open legs, told him to put his hands behind his head, and unhurriedly took in the sight of him like I had in his bathroom. Only this time I could see his angelic face smiling back at me, looking very much more relaxed and in tune with me than he had when we were sitting downstairs trying to figure out where this was going.
I reached out and touched his face, and he kissed me softly on the wrist as my hand caressed his face from his hairline, down his nose, and across his angular cheekbones. I leaned down and kissed him all over his face, and he responded like someone who had hungered for this all his life but never had it.
Our erect cocks came into contact as we were kissing, and the feeling was nothing short of electric. I reached down with my right hand and enveloped them together briefly. Then I sat up again and used both of my hands to caress his chest and tweak his hard nipples until he was groaning with pleasure. He told me he had no idea how erotic it could be to have someone do that to him. I felt his hands on my cock, squeezing it with baby touches that caused it to get even harder than I thought was possible.
I put my hands under his ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly, eliciting yet another satisfied moan from my new lover. I had to see all of him, so I told him to get up on all fours. I was behind him now, looking at the perky ass that I'd just fondled and proceeded to fondle it even more. He was beautiful from all angles, I discovered, not to my surprise.
I separated Wade's buttocks and gazed at his inviting hole for the first time, running my index finger over it. I knew he'd never been touched there, and he confirmed it with yet another moan of contentment and pleasure. I ran my hands under him and felt his dangling testicles -- which were impressive for a man his size -- and hard, firm cock, then ran my hands down his thighs, back to his butt, and then all the way up his back to his neck and down his arms. I wanted to possess every square inch of the man, and I wasn't going to let him up until I did. His body was mine to do with what I wanted, and I was going to take my sweet time to do it right.
As I bent to kiss the back of his neck, my excited cock touched him where the sun never shines. He felt it and squeezed it between his cheeks. I wanted to fuck him, but I knew my cock was big enough to hurt him in his virgin state without some preparation. This had to be gradual, even though my cock was aching for penetration and release. I was both impatient to fuck him and reluctant to have this lovemaking session end any time soon.
It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone in quite this way. Usually my past lovers had been impatient to get to the final act, but Wade and I were going to take time to enjoy the journey.
Running my hands back down his back and onto his butt, I separated his cheeks once again. He had mentioned showering earlier in the day, so I didn't hesitate to start licking all up and down his crack and all over his long-neglected ass. When my tongue grazed the area between his nuts and his hole, he nearly jumped from the unfamiliar sensation. I knew from past experience that this was a heavenly feeling that nothing but another guy's tongue could elicit.
He had been on all fours. I told him to put his head back down on his pillow but keep his ass in the air. Now his perky hole was the absolute center of attention. I let go with a large gob of saliva near the top of his crack and watched it as it snaked its way down his crack and past his hole, finally coating the back of his nut sac. I ran my tongue all over his hole, digging as deeply into it as I could with the tip. By now Wade was literally writhing in pleasure and moaning into his pillow. He pushed back with his ass onto the tip of my tongue as if trying to impale himself on it as far as it would go. We kept this up for quite a while.
He seemed to be building toward yet another orgasm, but I didn't want him to cum again so soon. I pulled his knees out from under him and proceeded to lick and nuzzle him all over his back -- from the hairline on his neck down to his ass crack and back again. After several minutes of this, I turned him over. I wanted to see his face, and it was angelic with wonder as he looked at me worshipfully with those big brown eyes of his.
I wanted to feel him with my whole body, so I stretched myself out fully and lowered myself onto his body, our leaking erections touching. I kissed him deeply and passionately, and he responded by wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer and closer into him.
Except for his frequent moaning, Wade hadn't said a word since we got into bed. I finally heard him speak as we broke our kiss: "Jeremy, Jeremy, this is like a dream come true. I've waited so long for someone, and I thought it would never happen."
"Well, that someone is me, and I'm not going anywhere," I assured him. "I could make love to you all weekend if you'd let me."
"Well...I had planned to rearrange my sock drawer this weekend, but I think that can wait," he said with a grin. "Someone seems to be holding me down at the moment."
"Get used to it, my friend, get used to it."
"With pleasure," he sighed.
WADE:
Well, well, well. What can I say? This was certainly a day of firsts for me! I didn't want to think about how many partners Jeremy had had, nor did he volunteer that information. All I knew was that he was all mine -- and I all his -- for the day.
Words fail me when I try to think how to describe how I felt when he was making love to me. It was simply just unbelievable to me how good I could feel with his young, strong hands roaming all over me. And that tongue of his!! I had no idea, simply no idea...
After he lay on top of me for a while, I felt like I never wanted to move again. We lay on our sides facing each other for a while and just letting our hands roam freely over each other's body and kissing. Our erections never subsided.
Soon I felt like taking charge and seeing to it that Jeremy got some relief, too. I asked him to stand beside the bed while I sat on the edge of it. I wanted to examine him again -- not for skin problems but simply because I was enthralled with how good-looking he was and how sexy he looked naked. I told him to put his hand on his hips and spread his feet. Not only could I see his whole front side now, but from a mirror across the room, I could see the back of him equally on display.
And that cock of his! When I first saw it hard the previous evening, I hadn't fully appreciated just how large and beautiful it is. I wanted to just sit on the bed and look at it and touch it while he stood between my legs. So, of course I did! It was one of the most nearly perfect cocks I'd ever seen. It had to be nine inches hard if it was an inch, circumcised, and much thicker than mine. His helmet was a work of art, with a pee slit that opened invitingly when his cock was fully hard.
After I played with it a while, I was ready to take the next step. I thought I'd probably go my whole life without taking another man's cock in my mouth, but I was wrong. Jeremy's was ready and willing, and I started licking it all over, finally taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. It was quite a tasty mouthful!
At the same time, I let my hands freely roam around his thighs and butt, enjoying every silky square inch that I could reach. My libido was peaking again and I started sucking faster and harder while I stroked his massive balls.
"Oh, God, Wade, you do that so gooood," he purred. "Are you sure you haven't practiced on someone else?"
With my mouth quite full, all I could do was shake my head no. Just as my inexperienced mouth muscles were getting tired, Jeremy started spurting. I didn't know if I could take his cum or not, but he had taken mine and I was determined to please him. It was tastier than I had imagined, so I swallowed several times to keep up with him, not pulling off until he was almost flaccid again.
I looked up, and his eyes were closed and his mouth was open, like he was floating on a cloud and didn't want to come down. He finally pulled me up to a standing position, and we just held each other for a long time without saying anything.
Getting back into bed, we snuggled for a while before we both drifted off into la-la land. Neither one of us had gotten much sleep last night, and we were exhausted from that and from the intense activity of the afternoon.
Finally, an hour or so later, driven by the need for food, we reluctantly got up and took a long, soapy shower together, went out for a nice long romantic dinner, and then went back to my bed and slept spooned tightly together until Sunday morning.
JEREMY:
We hardly got out of bed at all on Sunday, finding new and exciting ways to please each other. Wade wanted to try everything -- I could hardly blame him for that, as he had gone 33 years without another living, breathing body in his bed. I was more than happy to oblige.
As much as I wanted to fuck him, I didn't think he was ready for my monster in his back door yet, so I let him do the honors instead. Wade's long, thin cock fit my chute perfectly, and he was able to hold off coming long enough to let me enjoy the sensations, too. I'd been fucked plenty of times before, but this was special. I knew this cock inside me had never been inside another person. When he came, I could feel the wetness of his hot cum, and I wanted to hold it inside me as long as possible.
At one point on Sunday, as we were both sated and just holding tightly to each other in bed, Wade started to tell me a long-ago story about his brother. At first he could hardly get the words out, but he finally told me all about the day his older brother had come onto him before he was ready for it. It sounded so much like what had happened Friday night in my bedroom, and I suddenly understood his turmoil.
But what had started out on Friday night awkwardly with Wade's sudden and disappointing departure turned heavenly by Saturday afternoon and stayed that way until our need to go to work on Monday morning finally forced us apart. But we wouldn't be apart any longer than absolutely necessary.
WADE:
This all happened almost a year ago now. Like all lovers, Jeremy and I have had our ups and downs as we tried to adjust to our many differences, but our genuine disagreements have been few and we enjoy our time together like lovesick newlyweds. Initially, I was like a kid with a new toy -- I couldn't get enough of Jeremy's dick, and my own dick certainly rose to the occasion every time he walked in the door and eagerly relieved me of my clothing. As we were often seen crossing the street between our houses, I'm sure the other neighbors quickly figured out what was going on between us.
I'd never been faced with "coming out" before, but it wasn't much of an issue for us. Not knowing the neighbors well, I couldn't be bothered worrying about what they thought. Jeremy had been out since 18 with his family, who lived 100 miles away, and they were always cordial to me in the few times we've been there for holiday and other events. I think they were just so happy that Jeremy had found a mature, stable partner -- a doctor, no less -- that they gave little thought to my gender. I quickly felt like part of the family.
As for my own family of origin, there were hardly any left. My parents had been dead for several years. I had a younger sister who was married and lived far away. She was the "free spirit" of the family, and we'd always been close, so I had no hesitation about telling her about my new life with Jeremy, and her husband had no issue about it either.
That left me with one uncomfortable situation that I didn't know what to do about -- my brother Tim, the one who had intimidated me so much with his naked, hard body when I was 12 years old. How would I deal with him over this situation? After all these years, he still held a power over me that I simply could not shake.
(To be continued. Reader feedback has convinced to me take this story a bit farther than originally planned. Even if you've written to me before, please keep your feedback coming -- it keeps me motivated. Thanks! Damian at nvtahoeus.yahoo.com.)