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The Specialty of the House
By Simon Peter
I work at a diner, waiting tables, after classes, from 4:00 in the afternoon till closing time at 10:00. The money gives me this extra income which I can use to pamper myself, since my college tuition is covered by scholarship.
Jason prepares the food in the kitchen, and Sandy minds the register. Most evenings, Randy, the owner drops by for a coffee around 6 or 7 o'clock and checks out the business. All in all, it is a pleasant atmosphere and I like working with Jason and Sandy. Actually, it's Jason that I am hot for. He is hot.
I am gay, but not out yet. I have had a few experiences, mostly blowjobs, but as far as real gay relationships are concerned, I am still green. Jason is about my age and goes to the same school but in a different major. We rarely see each other on campus, but I look forward to seeing him in the diner every evening. I always come up with excuses to go into the kitchen and try to get closer to him. He is quite nice and he strikes me as a positive person who doesn't get mad easily, except when it comes to disgruntled customers.
One such customer, perhaps the worst, is this lady who has been in the diner a few times. Every time, there is something for her to complain about: the coffee is not hot enough, the salt shaker is half- empty, there are only two napkins in the napkin holder, just about anything and everything that she can find, or sometimes makes up, she complains.
This evening, she walks in at around 6:30 and orders a burger with fries, and "hold the onion." I take the order in to Jason and return to ask her if she would like some coffee.
"Do you need to ask, young man?" she says with a sarcastic tone and pouting, painted lips. "Don't I always take coffee with my meals?" I hate it when people say what they need to say in questions.
Couldn't the bitch have easily said, "Yes, please"?
I pour her the coffee and return to pick up the burger plate from the kitchen. I notice that Sandy is amused at my discomfort. When I serve the plate and start to move away, the bitch says, "Hold on, young man!" Fuck her and her "young man" stuff. Now what?
She lifts the top part of the bun, and, sure enough, there are two thick rounds of onion right there on the meat. My heart skips a beat. Fuck you, Jason. What have you done?
She looks up at me with a frown, and then back at the burger. "And what's this?" she asks bitingly. I clear my throat ready to say something, but she immediately continues: "What part of hold the onion did you not understand, young man?"
The part that I would love to fuck your bitch mouth with my thick cock, I think. Not really. I wouldn't feed her my dick for the whole fucking world.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I say apologetically. "Let me get you another one. My bad."
"Your bad, young man?" Oh, fuck her and her questions. "Are you going to make it quick now?"
I take the plate and go into the kitchen, seething.
"What the fuck, Jase," I shout at Jason. "I marked the order without the onion, and now the bitch is complaining about the fucking onion."
Jason smiles, takes the plate, removes the onion and gives it back to me.
"You could have done that at the counter, Mikey. Don't be so mad."
"Buddy, it's not you, it's her. The bitch! I can strangle her dead."
I take the plate and place it in front of her, making it a point to move away and disappear from sight as fast as I can. From behind the counter, I notice the bitch take a bite and chew on the food. Good. I am relieved. Suddenly, her hand shoots up. Oh, fuck me!
I walk over. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Do you think I am stupid or have no taste?" she asks. I think she is both. But I stand there silently waiting for the next question. "Don't you think I can still taste the onion? Did you just remove the onion and bring back the same burger? Is this how you treat your customers? Shouldn't you take this back to your lousy kitchen and lousy chef and make him prepare a fresh burger without onion?"
Oh, I hate her with a vengeance. Her painted face, her painted lips, her painted hair, she has probably painted her pussy, the cunt!
"Jason, you asshole," I say angrily as I enter the kitchen with the burger lacking one bite. "She tasted the onion, the bitch!"
Jason laughs. "Ok, bro, I'll make her another with my very special garnish added."
"Fuck! What do you have in mind? I'm sick of returning the bitch's plate."
"Watch this," he smiles. Into the meat patty, Jason unabashedly spits a glob, and places the patty on the grill. "Let's see if she can taste this," he says laughingly.
"Oh, man," I complain. "This is so juvenile. I'm going to be dead for sure."
I serve the burger. My heart pounds in my chest. The bitch gobbles the sandwich and smacks her painted slut-lips. I release a sigh of relief. Back in the kitchen, I find Jason with the same affable, cute smile on his face. "Well?" he inquires.
"She is digesting the spit as we speak." I cannot help myself from snickering although I still think this is gross.
"Next time," Jason says between snickers, "I have something more special for her."
"What now? More spit?"
"Oh, no," his smile widens, and I could kiss him on the mouth for being so fucking cute. But he grabs his crotch and says, "I'll garnish her meat with the juice of my meat."
"You're going to pee in her food?" I ask incredulously. "Jesus, Jason, you are one sick guy. She's going to taste the urine, man."
"Not pee, baby," he rubs his dick. "Meat juice, as in my jizz, my load."
Fuck! I can't believe what I am hearing. "You are going to ejaculate sperm into the meat," I say with my eyes wide open, internally wishing that he would ejaculate in my mouth instead. "You are going to jerk off over the meat." Also I internally wish I could jerk him off myself. This conversation sounds so unreal that I marvel at whether I have heard Jason's proposition correctly or not. I shake my head at him, a lost cause, and I walk back into the diner, almost sure that Jason has been kidding.
Nevertheless, the thoughts of his cum and his masturbating dick make me horny as hell.
But can it be real? What Jason wants to do? This, in a sick way, has turned me on. I can see Jason's hard cock on top of the meat, spewing sperm all over. Jesus H. Christ. I am already erected. My cock throbs at the prospect. I tell Sandra that I need a few minutes to visit the toilet and I masturbate to the image of me jerking off Jason's dick and milking his load onto the food. The load I shoot in the john is intense.
I step out of the diner, spent, and light a cigarette. I can't take the image of Jason's cock shooting semen into my palm and seeping onto the burger meat out of my mind. And although the load I have shot has been huge, I maintain a semi-erection. Jason joins me and I make sure to stay away from the proposal he has made. He doesn't mention it either.
At ten o'clock, we close up, and Sandy says goodnight after she finishes balancing her register. I start on the diner clean-up, and Jason moves to work on cleaning up the kitchen. By eleven we are both done. I brew a fresh pot of coffee and call for Jason to come and get it. This has become a welcome ritual after we finish our chores. We sit around the hot pot of coffee and share stories and experiences. I love this break with Jason.
Out of the blue, as we sip on the hot coffee, I say, "I'm going to try it."
"Huh?" Jason looks at me questioningly. "Try what, Mike?"
"I'm going to try mixing semen with burger meat," I declare unflinchingly. Why I have come up with this, I have no idea.
"And you are calling me sick?" Jason smiles. "You're not serious, buddy, are you?"
"Not for the bitch," I explain, still gazing into his eyes and loving his smile. "For me. I want to see if it makes any difference in the taste."
"Are you telling me that you are going to eat your own cum?"
"As if you haven't," I challenge. We all have tasted our jizz at one time or another. Jason doesn't know it yet, but I have swallowed other guys' loads a few times as well.
I can see that Jason has blushed a little. "Well, Mike, yea, but in the meat?"
"We wouldn't know unless we try, would we?" Suddenly the image of Jason's dick over the meat jumps vividly into my imagination and my cock hardens.
Jason considers this silently for a while. "I can do with a burger now, Mikey," he finally looks up at me and says with his cute smile.
We rush to the kitchen. Jason takes out two patties from the fridge. "Whip it out and shoot," he jokes.
He is already rubbing his crotch. "But I need to get a hard-on."
I drop my pants and my dick jumps out fully erect. "Whoa," Jason exclaims as he looks at my hard cock.
"You are turned on by all of this, bro."
"So, are we going to do it?" I spit into my palm and stroke my cut cock slowly.
"Fuck. Let's." He pulls down his pants and underwear and grabs his limp dick. I can tell that he is fairly hung, even soft. A delicious thick patch of pubic hair curls around the base of the cock. He strokes but doesn't get hard. He looks at me and shrugs as if to say there is nothing he can do.
Without saying a word, I approach him, kneel in front of him, and take his limp dick into my mouth. As I swallow the soft meat I can feel it start to erect. I suck hard and deep. It takes a few slurps for his dick to erect in my mouth and now I find it difficult to drive down all the way to the base. The cock is big and thick. My mind reels. I'm sucking on Jason's cock. The images I have had of this cock are nothing compared to the real thing. Jason is moaning and pumping my mouth.
"Fuck, Mike," he moans. "Suck my dick. Yes, fuck, oh, yes. Eat it, buddy." He is really fucking my face now, deep into my throat as I struggle to fight the gagging back. He tastes so wonderfully that I can't bear to let go of him. I am surprised by his response, pumping into my mouth and fondling my hair.
Can it be possible that Jason is gay also? Or at least bisexual? I reel with the thought and the potential prospects.
"Fuck the meat, Mike," he groans as I feel his cock thicken in my mouth. "I'm shooting into you, man."
And with this, Jason lets got of a huge load down my throat. He cums loudly. Squirting inside my pursed lips, he almost screams with the release of his semen. I do my best to swallow the squirting jizz, salty, sticky and deliciously Jason.
Finally, he settles and pulls out, his dick getting limp but glistening with cum and spit. I give my dick a couple of strokes and shoot all over the floor.
"There goes our garnish, Mikey," Jason laughs, tucking his cock inside his jeans.
"Oh, man, that was intense," I pant as the final spasms of my ejaculation recede and I taste Jason's juice on my tongue.
"Mike, you just sucked my dick and ate my semen," Jason declares, still smiling. Oh, I could die for this smile.
"And you seem to have loved it," I counter, rising off the floor and wiping my dick with a kitchen paper towel. Strangely enough, I am not embarrassed by having to kneel between Jason's legs and suck on his tool and eat his semen. It feels so natural.
"I did, buddy," he agrees. "I have never thought I would see my dick in another guy's mouth. But, yes, Mike, I loved it. Are you gay?"
I nod my head. "Well, I am not," Jason responds. "But the way I have enjoyed your blowjob, I am willing to try. Let's say I'm curious?" he suggests.
"I can't make you gay or make you have sex with me," I tell him. "But I am more than willing to have you share my bed tonight if this is how you feel. Out of curiosity?" Hope against hope, I am praying, dear sweet Jesus, let him say yes!
"I guess it would have to be you, wouldn't it, if I ever want to find out about my curiosity?"
I let out a breath and I regard this supposedly-straight guy with lust. I want him more than I have ever wanted any other guy. I can accept the fact that he still considers himself straight and that he is doing this out of curiosity. I am also flattered that he has decided to choose me for his experimentation into gay sex, But I am careful not to try anything gay-ish with him, like kissing or hugging, right from the beginning. But once I have him in bed, I can make him go all the way with me. Yes, I will.
So it comes to pass that Jason will spend the night in my place. The feelings I have are indescribable.
We close up the diner and walk the short distance to the small apartment I have rented some six months before. I am dying with anticipation. I sense that the easy-going Jason I have known and loved is not that easy going anymore. I sense that Jason is probably having second thoughts and I dread the prospect. The short walk to the apartment seems endless. I start to sweat in spite of the cold breeze.
The conversation we hold is stop-and-start banalities of all topics except the one at the top of mind, and I am fairly sure, at the top of Jason's mind as well.
I lead Jason into my place. He walks around studying everything except looking at me.
"Make yourself at home," I say trying to ease the tension. "Would you like anything to drink, Jase?"
"What have you got," comes the immediate answer, as if Jason has been waiting for a chance to break the growing tension.
"Nothing hard, buddy. Soda fine?"
"Soda fine," he smiles his cute smile and I take a deep breath of relief. He follows me to the fridge and as I take out two cans of soda, I can feel the heat emanating from his body. I hand him the soda, we pop our cans open and we take satisfying gulps of cold, sparkling liquid down our parched throats. We are both very nervous: I know I am, and I'm fairly sure that he is too. The air is simply electrified.
Now, what? Do I touch him? Will he touch me? There is an understanding between us that there will be some sex tonight. But how will it start? With my other partners, it has invariably been a kiss, evolving to body pressing, touching, and grinding. And things would develop naturally from there.
With Jason, now, I have no idea what to do. I feel so clumsy. I could refer to the blowjob back in the diner, but that might gross him out. He is not being of any help either. Perhaps it's because he is nervous, also, and his curiosity has never gone further than getting his dick sucked by me a couple of hours ago.
Finally, we move over to the couch. There is no way I will turn on the television set. That would be an unwelcome distraction and it's almost midnight, already. I stretch my legs and sigh. He does the same, moving his neck sideways, trying to relax.
"It's been a hard day, hasn't it?" I ask, to start some kind of safe conversation.
"You don't know the half of it, Mike," he grumbles, straining his neck and shoulders. "Trying to work the kitchen alone is hell on wheels. All my muscles ache."
This is my cue, I think. I have to start something.
"I know," I turn sideways to look at him. "How about a massage?"
He considers this for a moment, and then he says, "Can I take a quick shower first? Is that ok with you?
I stink."
"Hey, Jase, sure," I respond, getting up. "Let me get you a towel."
He walks to the bathroom as I quickly grab a clean towel and hand it to him.
He closes the bathroom door behind him and I can hear him taking a whiz. My heart is racing. He hasn't said no to the massage, but he hasn't said yes either. I wish I could go into the shower with him. That would have made everything easier. But I just can't make myself do it and besides, he hasn't asked me to join him.
I strip down to my boxer shorts and stay without a shirt. Perhaps this will work as a turn on for him.
Perhaps not. But I need to get things going. I will watch for his reaction when he comes out of the shower, hopefully with just the towel around his waist. I fetch some body-oil, a tube of lubricating gel, and a packet of condoms, the latter two I place inside the side table drawer. I am being very optimistic, aren't I?
He emerges. Oh, boy. I am stunned. He has the most beautiful man chest in the whole, wide world. A thick patch of hair in the middle with a delicious trail going south, a few long hairs around the pink nipples, pronounced abs and a flat stomach. The skin is smooth and slightly tanned. I gaze with my lower jaw dropped. I move my eyes down this Adonis-like chest, and yes, he has a fucking erection tenting the towel. I notice that he doesn't even try hiding his excitement in any way. Perhaps this is how he has thought of introducing the action we have both been evading. This is a sight for sore eyes.
All of this is topped by his cute smile. I just melt like jelly. My boxer shorts tent, too, and I don't try to hide my erection either.
"Now, about that massage?" he approaches me, and I desperately hope that he would poke me with his erection. But no. he moves to the couch and lies on his stomach, the towel still wrapped around his waist.
I use some oil on his shoulder muscles and start a slow rubbing. He moans. I can feel him relax. When I move down to his lower back I find it difficult to rub him kneeling by the side of the couch. I climb on top of him and squat across his thighs. My hands move up and down his back until I reach the towel. I skip the attractive bubble butt and slide down to the thighs. I rub the thigh muscles and then move inside into the inner thighs. I grope up and find his butt under the towel and I massage the bubbles feeling their firmness. He is grinding against the couch and I realize that he is totally aroused by now, actually fucking the damned couch.
I get off him and tell him to roll over. My heart is beating fast as I drip some oil on his chest and stomach and start rubbing up and down. He places his hands behind his head, revealing two hot, fairly hairy arm pits. Jason doesn't shave his body hair, unlike me who although I get turned on by my partner's body hair, I prefer to shave myself smooth all over. My fingers feel the hot skin of his chest as I travel down the trail. His bulging towel is so inviting that I have to fight against the temptation of ripping it away and gobbling on the meat under it. I look up at his face as I move to his thighs and see the cutest smile on his lips as he watches. My hands are rubbing his thighs, into the insides, up under the towel, almost touching his balls. His dick quivers under the towel. At this point, with another partner, I would slide on top of him and kiss him full on his cute lips as my hard dick presses on his erection. But I don't dare to do this with Jason, as much I am dying to.
I know that Jason is straight, but he has admitted that he is also curious. He has enjoyed my sucking his dick. Well? Will he touch me? Will he bring himself to fist another guy's cock? There is one only way to find out. I get off him and stand right next to him, with my erection almost bursting out of my boxers.
He gazes at me, the smile gone, and with one hand reaches over and touches me on my smooth chest.
Fuck! Shivers run through my whole body at his electrifying touch. I feel like bursting a nut right there and then. He traces his hand down my stomach until he reaches the waist band of my boxers. My cock is throbbing like mad, angling upwards. Without taking his eyes away from my face, he wraps his hand around my erection through the boxers. I inhale audibly and arch my back. Slowly, he inserts his hand through the fly and palms my cock shaft. I almost shoot. After a couple of gentle strokes, he fishes out my throbbing dick through the fly and examines it.
"Boy," he exclaims. "You're hard as a rock."
"What the fuck did you expect? You are stroking my cock, Jase."
He strokes it a few more times, his other hand fondling my nipples.
"This is the first time I see another guy's erection, let alone stroke it," he admits, his voice getting husky.
"Well?" I look down at his sweet masculine face and, in my mind, strongly will him to suck me. How does it feel for him, touching another man sexually for the first time? Although I usually bottom, especially for a hot straight guy like Jason, I now get more excited at the prospect of being serviced by him.
As if Jason has read my mind, he slowly brings his face to my crotch and flicks the tip of my cut cock head with his tongue. I moan. Holding his head, I thrust forward and he wraps his lips around the mushroom head pressing tightly around the ridge. My cock feels so right inside this hot guy's mouth. I am hard and throbbing and I want to push deep down his throat, into his stomach. He flicks his tongue around the head a few times still pursing his lips around the ridge. Then he moves away and I sigh with regret. Has he liked it? Will he stop and leave saying that he has fulfilled his curiosity and that sucking cock is not his thing?
Jason stands up and removes his towel. He is beautiful and I take a deep breath as I gaze at his hot nakedness. His cock erects vertically with the hairy balls hanging low. I tremble with lust.
"Take off your boxers, Mike," he tells me as he stands in front of me with his beautiful body fully exposed. I pull down my boxers shakily.
"Fuck," he exclaims as I step out of my underwear and stand up also totally naked, totally excited. "You shave down there, too."
He reaches over and runs his hand where my pubic hair has been shaved. "Fucking smooth, Mike," his smile returns. I can't hold back anymore. I pull him to me and I kiss his sweet mouth. His response is shockingly fast as he opens his lips and inserts his tongue into my mouth. Fuck! Jason is fucking kissing me, deep, with tongue and all. I press my hardness onto his and we get into a tight embrace. I can't believe that this is happening. I have hoped for another blowjob, and perhaps for Jason to give me a hand job. But this? Embracing like two lovers, mouths locked, cocks pressing on each other, arms around each other? Fuck me! This is beyond hot. This is sizzling. How far will he go? Will there be any fucking tonight? My ass hole squeezes in anticipation. His cock looks and feels so right for my ass. I crave for him to enter me and fuck me senseless.
As we kiss in a tight embrace, I feel Jason's hands running over my butt and down into my crack.
"You have a very inviting ass, Mikey," he mumbles between kisses. "It's as smooth as a woman's."
I break the kissing immediately. Now is my chance. I turn around and bend over the arm of the couch exposing my shaved butt totally to him. He kneels behind me, opens my butt cheeks with both hands and proceeds to lick inside the shaved crack. My hole twitches and puckers like crazy at the feel of his wet tongue. A short while later, I feel his cock rubbing up and down my crack. Oh, my God. He is going to fuck. Oh, yes. He holds my hips and drives in. I have totally forgotten about the safety of the condom and the lubing to ease the pain. His initial thrust is right at my hole and his spit helps him to penetrate. He moans and drives harder, stretching me. I realize that as a straight guy he knows nothing about anal fucking and the preparations needed for it. But I will not stop the moment. I clench my teeth and take the pain, waiting for it to turn to pleasure. Jason doesn't wait. He just has no experience in fucking ass. He starts hard, deep thrusting without letting my fuck hole get to accommodate to his invading cock. I take it silently. Slowly, as my rim starts to get numb from the invasion, I start to move back onto him to meet his thrusts. He fills me. He is going wild. His grunts and moans are loud and in sync with his pumping. Suddenly, he stills and I feel the spill of his semen inside me.
Finally, Jason pulls out of me and I slump weekly over the couch, the semen seeping out of my body and onto my thighs.
"Holy fucking cow," Jason pants, his dick dripping. "Mike, oh, man, buddy, this was the most intense fuck I have ever experienced."
"Jason, you fucked me raw and shot your load inside me," I whimper still shaking from the intensity of his fucking. "That was stupid." I can't believe I let this happen.
He tells me in a serious tone, "You have nothing to worry about, Mike. I am clean and fucking you has gone way beyond my imagination. Will you be my lover? Mikey? I'm serious."
I gaze into his eyes. I can tell that he is serious. "One fuck out of curiosity and you ask for a serious gay relationship?" I ask him. I have to be sure. This should not be an after-fucking proposal.
He nods his head and kisses me. "Let's shower together. I can see you still have full balls."
I look down and notice my erection. He is right. In the heat of the fucking and my concern for the bareback load emptied inside me, I have not considered my own state of excitement. My dick quivers at the shower request.
Under the hot water, we kiss. Jason erects against me and I can feel his heat on my body. I silently calculate: this is his third erection tonight. What a stud!
Slowly, achingly, he moves his lips down my neck, my shaved chest and flat stomach, to reach my vertically erected cock. He wraps his mouth around the head. I turn off the water and look down to watch this extremely handsome supposedly-straight guy going down on me. His wet hair drips on my groin as he swallows my cock shaft. Although I have been sucked before, this is a new experience for me. It is not the actual sucking that is turning me on so much, but the realization of this specific Jason swallowing my dick. I explode in his mouth without warning. He gobbles, coughs, spits, and swears.
"What the fuck?" he looks up at me from his kneeling position, his mouth dripping water and cum.
"I couldn't hold back, Jason. I am sorry," I apologize although I am quivering with the after-sensations of shooting my load inside his beautiful mouth. He realizes that I am not sorry at all and slaps my butt, still kneeling. Then, to my utter surprise, he takes my dripping semi-erect cock back into his mouth and sucks the last drops of cum. He licks around the head squeezing my balls, and his hand moves from my butt cheek into my crack. He fingers me, still sucking on my semi-erect dick, and I moan in response arching my back to shove more of my dick into his loving mouth. Then he turns me around, making me lean on the wall, and lifting one of my legs, enters my fuck hole. He shoves up and his entire manhood is back inside me. My ass is sore and it burns as hell, but I don't complain. Thankfully, his cock shaft and my ass hole are both soapy and slippery.
Jason's fucking starts gently, but very soon becomes heated and rough. He pulls on my hair as he pounds up into my ass. I try my best not to slip on the floor of the shower, out of the weakness of the one leg supporting me and out of the heat of my body as his cock invades me deeper and deeper, slamming into me, ramming me. When he shoots inside me, he cries out with each squirt of his manhood driven deep into my willing body. After a few squirts, which I feel reaching deep into my bowels, he stills and flexes, letting go of my leg. As I stand leaning on the wall weakly, he wraps his arms around me and grinds against my butt, still deep inside my ass. Semen seeps out of my hole and I shake all over. Finally, we break and his beautiful cock slips out of me. My rim muscle puckers in regret at the loss of this fantastically beautiful fuck pole.
After soaping each other and washing off, we towel each other dry. I am astonished at the gentleness he treats me after the rough fucking he has given me moments ago.
Back in the living room, towels around our waists, just-fucked expressions on our faces, we lounge on the couch side by side.
"Mike, I think that my curiosity has changed," Jason says in such a low voice that I could barely hear.
My heart races. "I'd love for you to be my lover, Jason," I respond encouragingly.
"But fuck it, man," he is still complaining. "I'm not gay!"
"Yes, you are, baby," I laugh. "You sucked my dick and fucked my man ass. If you don't call this gay, I wonder what gay is."
"You bastard," he smiles his cute smile. "You lured me into this. You gave me such a fantastic blowjob back in the diner and brought me here with sex on your mind."
"That I did, Jase," I smile back. "I surely wanted to get into your pants. I have wanted this since we met. Now I have you, my gay lover."
He bends across and kisses me, fondling my nipple with his finger. I know that he is trying to get comfortable with his new sexual status. I also know that it can't be easy for him to do so. But I am so glad that it has been me to draw him out. Do I see regret, fear, anticipation, or passion on his face?
I study the expression in his eyes after he breaks away from the kissing and fondling. What I see, most clearly, is fear mixed with passion.
I wrap my arm around his shoulders. "What are you afraid of, Jase?" I ask him, looking straight into his eyes.
"I'm not afraid of anything," he says defensively, but, I think, a bit weakly.
"Come on, buddy," I insist. "You look like a scared rabbit to me."
"Do I fuck like one, too," he tries to joke his way out of the corner I have put him in.
"You fuck beautifully, Jason," I am serious. "I love the way you fuck. But you are scared. Of what?"
He looks down at his lap. And then slowly, he slides his hand under my towel and fondles my limp dick, gently. "Why is it that a guy should enjoy the sex of another guy?" he mumbles, squeezing on my cock, which is now starting to show some interest. "How can this be normal?"
Ok, the usual straight-people condemnation of homosexuality. "What is normal is how you feel and desire without hurting others. Do you think that by fucking me you are hurting me or yourself?"
"Judging by your moans and groans, Mikey, baby," his smile comes back, "I'd say you were sort of enjoying it. The thing is that I have enjoyed sucking your dick. Mike," he continuous in a more serious tone, "I have sucked a guy's cock."
"And it was lovely," I try to be flippant but I realize that I should meet his seriousness. Otherwise I will put him off. "That's my point, Jason. You gave and received something pleasurable. Gayness is just a label. Are you scared of other people knowing about this?' "Well," he hesitates for an instant, "yes. I don't want other people to think of me as a fag."
"Then don't tell them. It's no one's business, baby. Do you advertize your age, or how much money you make, or how often you jerk off? This is the same thing."
I can see his relaxation at my explanation. He fondles my balls and keeps looking at me. "Does that mean that since I am now gay, you get to fuck me also?"
As I have said before, I am usually a bottom. I really enjoy another guy's cock in my mouth and inside my body. I am satisfied in gratifying my partner even when sometimes my "top" doesn't react to my own sexual needs. However, with Jason, it's different. The beginning of love? It looks like it. So I come out and say it.
"Jason, I'm beginning to fall in love with you," I start lamely. "Hold on for a sec. I'm not turning all mushy on you. Please, understand me. If you feel you want me to fuck you, I will enjoy that immensely but only if you do so also." I slide my hand under his balls and rub the area between the balls and his crack. He bucks up giving me more access, and his breathing quickens.
"Oh, man," he moans. "I want you to fuck me, Mike."
With this I realize that Jason has been able to break through all his inhibitions. I push him down on his back onto the couch and lie on top of him. I am already on fire, but when I look at his eyes, I still see the fear, although now it is mixed with lust. I rub my finger into his crack, massaging his hole. He tenses as soon as I try to insert the tip of my finger inside, and I withdraw, maintaining the rubbing. I reach for some lube and apply it inside his crack as we kiss. My body presses on him and he feels so delicious under me, waiting to be fucked for the first time.
"Do you really want this, Jason?" I ask him after I try to probe inside his hole with my finger and he tenses again.
"I don't know, Mike," he hesitates.
I probe again. This time, his hole sucks the tip of finger in and squeezes on it.
"Hurting?" I whisper as I nibble on his ear.
"No, oh, fuck," he moans, "fuck, fuck, push some more," he squeezes harder on my finger as I turn it around, trying to stretch his rim muscle. "Please, Mike, do me, baby, fuck me," he starts to plead as he responds to my finger fucking. I am a bit concerned about the fucking because my dick, although shorter than average, around 6 inches long, is quite thick. My cock shaft is an ass stretcher. This has not been much of a problem yet since my partners have been more interested in my butt, not my dick.
But with Jason? And he is a virgin. Fuck! This will hurt him like hell.
I try to be as gentle as I can, but Jason is not helping. He is extremely insistent and passionate about the fucking part as if he is trying to prove something to himself, or to me. Fine. I let him have it. My heart goes out with his screams as I penetrate and thrust into him. But I have to give it to him. Not once does he beg me to pull out. With every scream, he meets my thrust with bucking onto my tool to get more of it inside him. I am hopelessly turned on by such passion and I squirt tons of semen inside him. When I finally pull out, I can see tears on his face cheeks that I haven't noticed when I have been occupied with pounding his ass.
"Thank you," he mumbles when I crumble next to him, all spent. "Thank you, Mike. that was really something."
I look at him incredulously and ask him, "You mean you didn't hurt?"
"I sure as fuck did, you fat-dick bastard," he responds, the cute smile returning to his hot face. "I think you split my ass in half. But you know? I actually liked it. And, yes," he adds as if it is an afterthought, "Mike, I want to be your lover."
I draw in a breath of relief. This is my dream man. This is who I want to have in my bed every night forever. We kiss, passionately, and get aroused again. This time his pounding into my ass is merciless.
By the time he ejaculates inside me, I am almost fainted.
Jason and I are still together. We fuck, taking turns, depending on what each of us is craving for the most. The sex is always intense, but the relationship is very gentle and considerate. No one has caught onto our relationship so far, and I do my best to keep it this way. I wouldn't want to advertise my love since my lover will be hurt by that. I am willing to keep it just between the two us and it is working fine.
We do mix both of our semen in the hamburger patty for the obnoxious lady. She smacks her lips and declares, for the first time that we experience, that this is the tastiest hamburger she has ever had.
Jason and I exchange smiles as we both know that there is a lot of that special sauce for our dear lady: four full nuts of sauce, the specialty of the house.