The Weekend Gang Bang
By Carlos Martinos
For adult gay men, and the straight men who occasionally fuck them. This is based on a true story, as related to me by one of the men who lived it. The setting is Eugene, Oregon in the pre-condom year of 1979.
"Hey Randy, would you be pissed if we call you our designated cocksucker for the weekend?"
Jason tosses me a loopy grin. He's straight. And he knows I'm gay. And he's my best friend. He's the only guy in the world who could ask me a question like that without pissing me off.
Jason doesn't have a homophobic bone in his body. He's so comfortable in our gay/straight relationship that he's always looking for an excuse to give me a nice friendly grope. And besides that, he's a gorgeous stud puppy.
It's 10PM on Friday night, and we're at my parent's oceanfront cottage. There are four of us sprawled out on a plush carpet in front of a roaring fire. All the lights are off, and the dancing flames from the fire are sending eerie images flickering across the room. We've been chugging beer for the past hour, and we're all three-sheets-to-the-wind.
With the beer loosening my tongue, I fire back at Jason, "I'll ignore that, Jason, cause you're drunk. I can tell that you're drunk, dude, cause I can see two of you! Anyway, call me whatever you want to, buddy. Just so long as you understand I'm not JUST a cocksucker. I want it know by all here assembled that I'm a GREAT cocksucker!
My smart-ass reply elicits smirks from Jason and our good buddy Carlo. The other kid, whose name I didn't catch, just looks embarrassed.
This all started a week ago, when I confided to Jason that my prime sexual fantasy has always been to spend a weekend at my parent's cottage with three straight studs. With me servicing them all weekend. Whenever they got horny.
Jason surprised the hell out of me when he immediately volunteered to be one of the studs, and to provide the other two studs as well. Jason and I have known each other forever, but we've never got it on together sexually. We're so much like brothers, I get a little uneasy when I think about having sex with him. I'm thinking it will seem almost incestuous. But then, what's wrong with a little incest among brothers every now and then?!
Jason is a tow headed blond, with pale blue eyes that always manage to sparkle when he smiles. He was quarterback on our high school football team. And he's got the athletic grace of a natural jock - it's just something he was born with. He's the only guy I've ever seen who can look graceful on a football field even when he's getting knocked on his ass.
I love to tell Jason what a gorgeous, muscled up, athletic bod he has. He always goes, "Aw shit, man. Cut it out!" But I know he likes to hear it. There's always the faintest flicker of a grin on his face after I say something like that.
Once when we were both drunk and horsing around Jason said, "Hey Randy! I would marry you in a heartbeat if you would promise to have a sex change operation."
I gave him a hard look and said, "Don't tempt me, man! I would love to have that thick dong of yours fuck me every night!" And that was the only time I've ever seen Jason blush.
I came out about four years ago. Jason and I were beginning our junior year in high school when one day I just blurted it out, "I love to suck dick, Jason!"
Well, that really got Jason's attention. And he gave me a long hard stare to be sure I was serious. Then he burst out laughing. "You know, Randy, that's too much information. For future reference, "I'm gay" is a more conventional way of announcing your sexual orientation."
But what really blew me away was what happened the following day. Jason went around school telling everyone that HE was gay. I caught up with him after school and gave him a long, questioning stare,
"You've always been my best bud, Randy. And I figure the only way to really understand all this is to walk a mile in your shoes. Oh sure, all my good friends know I'm just putting them on. But I have encountered a few homophobic assholes. Nothing I couldn't handle, though."
"My only awkward moment came this afternoon after football practice. Coach Johnson called me over and said he would like to introduce me to his gay nephew. Well, I pulled myself up off the floor and told coach that I was going steady with a guy from another high school. So I managed to squirm out of that one okay."
"So coach wasn't up tight about it? About you being gay?"
"Hey, Randy, don't forget I'm his first string quarterback. As long as I keep throwing touchdown passes, I could go steady with a sheep and coach wouldn't care. He would just tell me to be sure and pick out one of the pretty ones."
Jason hasn't led a totally sheltered heterosexual life. He's in the Drama Club at Lane Community College, where we're both sophomores. And last summer he went to some kind of Drama Summer Camp in upstate New York. He shared a cabin with a dude from Jersey who had a crush on him. So every night after lights out Jason got a blow job. Sounds like my kind of camp.
Carlo's deep, penetrating voice brings me back to the here and now. "Randy! Randy! You ain't got a lick of sense, boy! You think a little "swimmers build" kid like you can take care of three horny fuckers like me and Jason and Trevor? For a full weekend? Man, we're gonna turn you every way but loose before this weekend is up."
Carlo is on a roll now. "Didn't your mama never tell you, "Don't bite off more than you can chew"? You're gonna be servicin' three healthy young bucks for the next three days, kid. Three hung studs in an isolated cottage, with nothin' to do but fuck you up your ass and down your throat. You better git on that phone real quick and call in some reserves, buddy!"
Carlo spent three years in Odessa, Texas with his grandmother when he was a pre-teen. And he came back to Eugene talking like a red-neck Texan on LSD. He captured the accent okay, but he never mastered the drawl. He's got a fast, staccato delivery that sounds like a machine gun. But all this is only when he's pulling my chain. Ordinarily he's got a mellow, seductive voice with just a hint of New York Italian.
Maybe I should take offense at Carlo's crude humor. But it's not malicious. It's just Carlo being Carlo. He's proud of his equipment, but then he has a lot to be proud of. His balls nestle up against the base of his dick so that you can barely see them. And his thick cock towers above them majestically. A stunning nine inch piece of meat. And how do I know all this about a straight guy? Don't ask.
Carlo was in our class in high school, so Jason and I both know him well. He played shortstop on the baseball team, and he's the quintessential jock. But first and foremost, Carlo is a good looking bastard. He's got male model good looks. He's also a good natured, tough talking, hard drinking, fast living Italian/American dude.
"So you think I've bitten off more than I can chew, huh Carlo. Your girlfriend told me that she reached down between your legs the other day and she couldn't find it. She said it must have gone south for the winter." I'm always kidding Carlo about how small his dick is. When you're kidding a guy with a nine inch dong, you can get away with that.
Then, in a flash, Carlo is on top of me. With his big, hairy, muscular arm around my neck. We've wrestled like this before. Lots of times. But this time it's different. This time there's a strong sexual undercurrent to it all. This time I can feel Carlo's hard-on pressed against my belly.
If Carlo could only sing, he would be a natural for the musical "Hair". Because Carlo is indeed a hairy guy. He's hairy high and low. And in between too. Thick black hair. Once at a drunken party Carlo's girl friend told me it's a good thing he is hung like a horse. Otherwise it would get lost in all that hair.
"I'll wrestle you in a few minutes, you dumb jock," I grin at Carlo as I slip out of his grasp. "But first I want to get us more beer. I want to get good and sloshed, Carlo. Because the drunker I get, the prettier you get."
Jason follows me to the kitchen. "Trevor told me he just wants to watch tonight, Randy. So you can give your undivided attention to Carlo and me." Big smirk from Jason. He puts his hand on my shoulder, and then runs it slowly down my back to my butt. He slowly massages my ass, and I turn my face to him. We're in uncharted territory now. This weekend we're no longer straight/gay best friends. This weekend we're fuck buddies.
Jason brushes his lips gently across mine, and then flashes me one of his gorgeous blue eyed grins. He's still massaging my ass as he says, "I think you can feel where my interests lie tonight, babe." Then, with a wink, he heads back into the living room.
As I watch him flop back down on the living room carpet, I catch sight of myself in a mirror. There staring back at me is a fair haired, blue eyed dude with a thin face and sharp facial features. A dude whose 160 pounds are well distributed over a six foot frame. When I see myself in the mirror I automatically take in a deep breath and pull in my gut. Now my pecs are bulging through my T shirt, and my stomach is hard and flat. And I tell myself that even though I'm not gorgeous, I am a hottie,
But I'm starting to have second thoughts about this weekend. And I'm not supposed to have second thoughts. I'm supposed to be the wise-ass, cute kid who is so sure of himself. I'm supposed to be the intelligent, self-obsessed dude who is going to Stanford next year. I'm supposed to be bubbling over with cocky self confidence. And yeah, I'm supposed to be an experienced cocksucker.
Well, I'm none of those things. Not really. Not tonight. Especially the "experienced cocksucker" part. I'm 22 years old, and I've had sex a grand total of six times. Six one night stands. And now I'm gonna be the guy in the middle in a weekend long gang-bang. And yeah, I know. My mom says I'm a fast learner. But this is ridiculous.
Anyway, I take a couple of big swigs of liquid courage and march into the living room with the beers - head held high and blood pressure up around 300. I figure if I can draw Trevor into the conversation, it will give me a little time to calm down before Carlo makes his move. And that hard-on I felt while we were wrestling tells me that Carlo will be making his move sooner rather than later.
I hand Trevor his beer and say, "So, Trev, I don't think we've met before. Tell me what makes Trevor tick." I can't be sure in this lighting, but I think Trev flushes a deep red. I have a feeling he wishes he was anywhere but here right now.
Even though he seems to be ill at ease, physically Trev has a lot going for him. The first word that comes to mind when you see Trevor is "muscular". He's stripped down to a pair of skimpy, low slung gym shorts, and if I had a body like his that's all I'd ever wear. He's only about 5 foot 9 or so, but with all those bulging muscles he must weigh a good 170. His body is lightly sprinkled with dark blond hair, and there's a line of thicker hair that starts at his navel and disappears into his gym shorts.
Trevor's innocent face just screams "the boy next door". And the sandy-red hair that keeps falling into his eyes just adds to that perception. I don't know what it is about Trev - he must exude some sort of pheromones. Because along with his mischievous Huck Finn looks there is a smoldering James Dean sex appeal. When Trev walks into a room, he must leave a trail of testosterone in his wake.
"What makes me tick?" Trev speaks in a deep, rich baritone. If he's ill at ease it sure doesn't show in his voice. "Well right now I feel as though I'm just ticking on about three cylinders. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by everything. Maybe it's 'cause I'm the baby of this group. But it's cool! I'm street legal. I just turned 18 last week." Trev gives me a bright grin, and I feel a surge in my groin.
Even though I'm only four years older than Trev, there's something about the guy that makes me feel protective. I put my hand on the inside of his thigh and start gently massaging it. His dark blond body hair feels good to my hand.
"I promised Jason and Carlo a hot and horny weekend, Trevor, and you're included in that. Whatever fantasy you want fulfilled, I'm here for you." Then I put my mouth up to Trev's ear and whisper, "To tell you the truth, buddy, I'm not nearly as experienced as I claim to be. But I'm uninhibited and horny, so maybe that will make up for my being a trainee." Then I move my hand from Trev's thigh to his crotch, and I grope him gently. And Trevor seems to have responded favorably to my little speech, 'cause now he's sporting a big boner.
Trevor looks down at my hand on his crotch. "You're a heads up kind of dude, Randy. You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome!" He flashes me another grin, and for the first time tonight his azure blue eyes are sparkling.
I see Jason and Carlo exchange a glance. They have both been taking it all in - the interchange between Trevor and me. Carlo puts his big hand on my arm and pulls me over to him. He's got a questioning, suspicious look on his face. "What just happened here, Randy?" he whispers in my ear.
"Nothing, Carlo." I'm wearing my most innocent expression. "I was just trying to put Trevor at ease."
"Hmmmmmmm," says Carlo.
Then, in a flash, Carlo is wrestling with me again. We're a blur of knees and elbows. And the next thing I know we're both naked, and lying on our sides facing each other. And my face is just a couple of inches from Carlo's breathtaking nine inch cock. It stands proud and erect and thick. And his luscious purple-red dick head glistens with pre cum.
"I gotta tell you up front, Randy. When I'm having sex I'm a controlling kind of guy. So I want you to just lie back and enjoy it, `cause I'll be calling all the shots. And don't touch my cock with your hands, kid. I'm saving my tool for your lips and your mouth and your tongue and your throat. Before we're done, you'll be making love to my hot dick and loving it, buddy!
"First, bury your face in my hairy crotch, Randy, and just nuzzle around down there for a while." Carlo's voice is gentle but firm. I can tell he's a guy who is used to having his sexual instructions followed. I move my face forward into the black forest of his groin, and I inhale deeply. His virile, masculine scent is an instant turn-on.
Then Carlo moves his hips back, so that his cock head is pressing lightly on my lips. By slightly moving his body, he runs the head of his prick back and forth along my lips, leaving a trail of pre cum in his wake.
"Open your mouth for me, Randy, I'm going to slowly slide my dick into you now. And I want you to accept it and love it. I know you've been wanting my hard piece of meat for a long time, buddy. You've been fantasizing about my throbbing tool for years, haven't you Randy?! Well, you got it, man!"
I open up, and Carlo pushes slowly into me. And his rod is even thicker than I realized. I have my mouth open wide, and I can barely accommodate him. His entry into me is so slow I'm barely aware that he's moving. But then I feel his cock head nudge the back of my mouth. And my mouth is full of him. He has filled me up with his gorgeous dick.
Carlo nudges the entrance to my throat several times, just to give me a good feel of his immense cock. And then he pulls slowly out of me. "Ah reckon we better rest a spell, pardner." Carlo is back to his Texas trash talk again. "Now you can take care of our ole buddy Jason for a while. He's lyin' right behind ya now, and the best ah can tell he's chompin' at the bit. Ah 'spect he's got a big enchilada that he's hankerin' to poke up your cute little asshole, Randy boy." I look up at Carlo, and just as I expected he has a big shit-eating grin on his face.
Now I feel Jason's naked body behind me. He's lying on his side, pushing his muscular, athletic body hard against mine. He drapes a big arm over me, grabs my rock hard boner, and holds it tight. My pre cum wets his hand, and he uses it to massage the head of my cock.
"Hi, Rando," he whispers. Rando is his pet name for me. He only uses it when we are feeling especially close. "How ya doin`, babe?"
"I'm doing good, Jason, now that I feel that hot enchilada of yours pressed up against my butt." I give him a playful poke in the ribs with my elbow, and he gives my cock a squeeze.
"Let's be serious for a moment, Rando. We have grown so close over the years. Our relationship has become so intimate on every level except the sexual one. And that has brought us to this ultimate intimacy tonight."
"I've never fucked another man, Rando. And I know I will never experience this kind of intimacy with any man other than you. When I enter you tonight and fuck you and leave my seed within you, Rando, I will have crossed a threshold that I will never cross with any other man. Our intimacy tonight will consumate the emotional love that I feel for you, babe."
"Whoa, Jason," I whisper, "those beautiful words will live with me for a lifetime, man. I'm overwhelmed!"
Hearing Jason now reminds me once again how articulate the guy can be. He has that enviable ability to express himself with eloquence. He's as comfortable discussing Sartre with his philosophy prof as he is discussing x's and o's with his football coach.
Jason grins, "Okay, Rando. We better stop this mutual admiration shit, before Carlo gets sick. Back to the real world. I'm gonna tell you my deepest, darkest secret now, babe. I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you told me you were gay. Four years ago. I would see your naked butt in the gym, and I would start to get a boner. It's weird, 'cause none of the other guys ever had that effect on me."
"And now, let the games begin! That's my finger you're feeling, Rando. It's covered with K-Y, and I'm rubbing it around and into your asshole, babe. I've already got my dick slicked up with K-Y, so we're ready to go. I've waited a long time for this moment, Rando."
"You know me better than I know myself, babe, so you know I would never intentionally cause you any pain. I'll be gentle, but if I should start to hurt you just say the word, and I'll back off. Okay, you're feeling my dick head gently pressing on your asshole now. Just relax for me, babe, and this will be good for both of us. Okay, I'm pressing in a little more firmly now. That's it, Rando, just relax. Oh yeah! I'm sliding my dick head right on into you now, babe. For the first time I'm inside of you! And I'm glad it's you. It could only be you, Rando."
"You're the first guy I've ever let fuck me, Jason, I whisper to him. "And, God you feel great, man! Push on into me, buddy. Slowly ease your cock on into me. `Cause I want all of you, man. I want to feel all of you throbbing in me. Oh yeah! That's it, man! I can feel your pubes now, pressing against my butt. I've taken your hot throbbing dick, Jason. And I love it, man!"
It's getting almost too intense now, I'm afraid Jason will shoot his load before he wants to. So I'm glad when he lightens it up. "Hey Rando, you feel so great you won't even have to get that sex change operation we talked about. All you gotta do is grow a big bushy mustache, and I'll marry you, babe!"
I fire back at him, "Promises! Promises! I bet you tell that to all your boy friends."
We both laugh, and Carlo chimes in, "Will you two knock it off! You guys are having sex. That's supposed to be serious business!"
Carlo grins, and now all three of us are laughing. We're three super-close friends enjoying a sexual comaraderie that most close friends never experience.
Then we're all quiet for a while. And as the silence continues, the mood change is so perceptible you can almost touch it. Now we're three virile young males. Lying together. Close together. Naked together. Hormones kick in and sexual urges take over. I feel Jason's cock throb deep within my ass. And Carlo's heavy dick presses expectantly against my lips. I feel their hard rods and I want them. Both of them.
I open my mouth for Carlo. He eases in and starts a slow, gentle pumping motion in my mouth. I know Carlo likes it slow and deep. I know he's going to want to slide his cock head down my throat. And that's sounding better to me all the time.
Jason is matching Carlo's strokes into my mouth with his own thrusts up my ass. Slow and deep. They're double fucking me now, gently and deeply. And it's an exquisite sensation. It's almost sensory overload as I yield myself completely to these two young studs. My two closest friends.
I've worked up a rhythmic cadence with Jason as he thrusts deep into my ass. When his dick slides in, all the way into me, I move my hips backward into him. And I feel his cock head move even deeper into me. It's at that moment that I feel that ecstatic fullness that tells me that Jason and I have become one. It's a feeling of unity that's seldom felt between a gay man and a straight man.
Now Jason and Carlo move into prolonged deep, slow stroking. They are both so totally into it that neither one wants to bring himself to climax yet. Their thrusts are accompanied by sensuous moans and groans from both of them. And then I'm suddenly aware that I'm moaning and groaning too.
Carlo is the one who revs it up to the next level. He momentarily stops his strokes and whispers to me, "I'm ready to ease my entire nine inches into you, buddy. And I know you can take me. You need to open your throat to me and let me in. If you have the desire, if you really want me, you can accept my cock head down your throat without gagging, Randy. And keep your eyes open, man, so you can watch the last three inches of my cock slide into you. It's a gorgeous sight to watch, buddy. A thing of beauty."
"That's the head of my dick you feel nudging against the opening to your throat now, Randy. Take a few deep breaths - that's it - and now let me in. I'm pressing against your throat opening, babe. And there I go! My cock head is entering your throat now. Gently. Gently gliding into your throat. Keep your eyes on my thick cock as it slowly disappears into you. That's it, Randy. Take just a little more of me. That's it, buddy! You've accepted all of me. Your lips are pressed hard against my hairy crotch, and my hard dick head is nestled in your throat."
"Now I'm gonna work up a real smooth rhythm for you, Randy. I'm pulling out of you now. Almost all the way so that only the tip of my cock is still in your mouth. And now I'm slowly thrusting back into you, buddy. All the way in. Relax your throat muscles for me. That's it. I'm slipping right back down your throat. All the way into you."
"You know by now that I like slow sex, Randy. I'm giving my dick to you slow and easy. With deep strokes. All the way in. I'll keep pumping you this way, while Jason continues to deep probe your ass."
"Come back to me for a little while, Rando," Jason whispers in my ear. "I feel you meeting my thrusts by moving your hips back into me. And that is fucking hot, Rando! It tells me you're really into getting fucked by me. We're both going to carry these memories with us for a lifetime, babe. This awesome feeling of my rock hard dick stroking in and out of you."
As Carlo and Jason continue their slow, deep thrusts, I realize that we're all three in that state of euphoria which exists when sexual stimulation extends over a prolonged period - when orgasm is held at bay so that the intense sexual pleasure can continue. We have reached that stage where the sensual sounds of our sucking and fucking have merged with our ecstatic moans and groans, to create an erotic symphony of lust.
Now Jason whispers, "I just got a signal from Carlo. He's getting close, Rando. And so am I. We're not going to increase the tempo of our strokes. We're going to continue easing in and out of you, slow and gentle and deep. Until we just spontaneously orgasm into you."
"Oh yeah! I'm really close, babe! I'm really close! And I'm on the way now! My dick is pulsing deep inside of you. Deep inside your ass. God, Rando! My cum is erupting into you, man! You're taking my sperm and it's becoming a part of you now. I'm filling you up with my hot load. This is our ultimate moment, Rando! And I will always cherish it, babe!"
Carlo's voice comes in now, as Jason's is fading. "I want you to keep your eyes open for me, buddy. My load is on the brink, and I don't want you to miss a thing. I'm pulling all the way out of you, Randy. Open your mouth wide for me. Stick out your tongue. And watch my hot load of cum spurt out of my cock and into your mouth. Oh shit, man! Here it comes! Spurts of my thick, white cum are torpedoing out of my dick and into your fucking mouth, buddy! Take me, Randy! Eat me! Swallow me! Oh yeah! Lap it up, buddy! It's my most precious possession. And it's my gift to you - the best gay buddy I'll ever have!
I swallow all of Carlo's sperm. It's hot and creamy and has that indescribable taste of raw sex. Then, as his spurts subside, Carlo eases his dick back into my mouth, so that I can get the last of the cum that's still oozing from his cock. And I hold his dick in my mouth as it slowly goes into that half-hard state that sometimes follows a climax. And Jason, also semi-erect, remains inside me too.
And we lie quietly together for a while. The three of us still connected. Motionless and silent. Then Jason puts his big hand on Carlo's butt, and gently massages his ass cheeks. And I marvel at the affection that these two straight jocks obviously feel for one another. It's almost as though we all three realize that we must savor this moment while we can, because it will never be repeated. And none of us want it to end.
Then I suddenly become aware that someone is clapping, and I look over at Trevor. He's sitting on the carpet just a few feet from us. His hands are raised over his head as he's applauding.
"Those were Academy Award performances, gentlemen. So you'll be delighted to know that I captured it all on film for you!" Trevor's face lights up with an inimitable, mischievous grin.
Carlo throws his baseball cap at Trevor. I flip him the finger. And Jason says, "Hey, that's great, Junior. But as hot as our sex was, I bet your film is about to burst into flames!" And now all four of us are laughing.
It's almost midnight now. And we're all back in our separate bedrooms. My parent's "cottage" has four bedrooms and three baths. I'm in my shorts, sitting up in bed reading. There's a tap on my door, and then Trevor is in the room. He's wearing jockey shorts and a smile. And once again I'm blown away by his incredible, muscular bod.
I toss Trev a welcoming grin. "Hey, Trevor. I was hoping you would drop by to, umm, say goodnight." I can tell Trev is feeling no pain. I suspect he may have been sampling my Dad's liquor supply. More liquid courage?
Trevor passes by the bedroom chair and flops down on the foot of my bed. He's lost all of the bravado he displayed when he was joking about filming our big sex scene. Now he's a scared little boy.
He looks over at me, and there's a tear running down his cheek. He brushes it away quickly with the back of his hand. "Can I touch your leg, Randy? I've always wanted to feel a guy's hairy, muscular leg. I mean really feel it."
I put my book down, get up, and then sit down close beside Trevor on the bed. And then I take his hand and put it on my thigh. "You can touch any part of me that you want, Trev." I put my arm around him and pull him close, and he begins massaging my thigh.
"You know I'm an imposter, don't you Randy? Jason and Carlo think I'm a stud, and that's the reason I was invited here this weekend. Well, I'm not a stud. I don't know the first thing about sex. I'm sorry, Randy. I know I've really fucked up your big fantasy weekend."
"Trevor, make no mistake about it, man. You are a fucking stud! You've got this natural virility that just drips off of you. I know you're totally oblivious to it all. And that just makes you even more of a stud. It's all so natural and unaffected. You may be sexually inexperienced, Trevor. But you're still a stud!"
Trevor lets out a deep sigh, and looks at me shyly. "It helps to hear you say that, Randy! But then there's this other thing."
I beat Trevor to the punch. "You mean the thing about you being gay instead of straight? I figured that out early on, Trev. And no, you're not "obvious". It's just something you projected to me when I asked you what makes Trevor tick."
That gets a tiny grin out of Trevor. "Yeah, I "projected" a hard-on to you when you groped me. I guess that blew my cover, so to speak. Anyway, Randy, it's a relief that someone finally knows. And I'm glad that you're the one. But I'll never have the courage to tell Jason and Carlo."
"You won't have to, Trev. They know too. And no, I didn't tell them. They knew before we got into our big sex scene tonight. It's just something they felt, about the same time that I did. Jason and Carlo understand that there is some kind of magnetic attraction between you and me, and they're leaving early tomorrow so we can have the rest of the weekend to ourselves."
"Look at me, Trev. There IS a mutual attraction isn't there?"
Trevor gives me a long, soulful look, and nods his head. But he's too choked up to speak. And now he is overcome with emotion. He blinks his gorgeous blue eyes rapidly, but still the tears come. Slowly at first. And now deep sobs are wracking his body.
I pull Trev even closer to me and whisper, "It's okay, Trevor, I'm here for you. Don't hold it in, buddy. Just let it go. Just let it all out, babe."
And we loose all track of time as we sit there, clinging to one another - the silence punctuated only by Trevor's sobs. And we rock gently back and forth together. Sitting on the bed with our arms around each other. Neither Trev nor I fully understanding what is happening to us.
Finally Trevor stirs. "I want us to make love, Randy. I want us to be as physically intimate as two guys can possibly be. I want us to enter one another. And be filled up by one another. Can we do that tonight, Randy?"
"We can do it now, Trevor, because I want the same things that you want."
I gently push Trevor back, so that he's lying on the bed now, on his back. I pull off my shorts. Then I slide Trev's jockeys down his muscular, hairy legs, and off. His erect cock springs to attention. It's a perfect match for his body - thick and muscular and gorgeous. I bend my head to it, and I worship it with my mouth. Trevor sighs deeply as I take him within me. And my focus is totally on him. I want to do everything in my power to give him pleasure tonight.
I keep Trevor within me while I turn my body, so that now we are in a sixty nine position. We are lying side by side, facing one another. I offer my erect cock to Trevor, and he accepts it. Opening his mouth to take me in. We are inside one another now, and for a while we lie totally still. Just slightly moving our lips and our tongues as we caress one another.
We marvel at the bliss that we have created by merging our bodies. I feel Trevor throbbing deep within me. And I know he feels me pulsing deep within him.
Our physical and emotional rapport far exceeds anything I have ever felt. I know we are both experiencing an intimacy that is beyond intense. And we are intent on prolonging it. We both will it to continue indefinitely, because we somehow know that this is a defining moment in both of our lives. And we hold on to this moment passionately. Feeling it. Savoring it. Reveling in it.
At some point we start moving our hips into one another. But the physical movement is secondary to the emotional high that consumes us both. Time is non-existent. At some point I give myself to Trevor. And at some point Trevor gives himself to me. Our sperm passes between us and physically unites us. Creating ecstasy.
And afterward we lie motionless. Locked in our intimate sixty nine embrace. Two souls becoming one.
We'll never know for sure, but we must have stayed in that position for hours. Neither of us wanting to end our erotic union. We both drift in and out of sleep throughout the night, until finally at first light I change positions, and lie down beside Trevor. Nose to nose and toes to toes. I kiss him gently on the lips, and a smile flickers across his face.
The next thing I know the sun is streaming through the window. Trevor is still lying beside me in bed, yawning and stretching. We exchange bright "good morning" smiles. Then I reach for Trevor. And Trevor reaches for me. We are both hard. And then, with big grins on our faces, we say in unison, "Let's do it again!"
And we do.
Again . . . . And again . . . . And again . . . .
The End