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Zach's mother was a doctor, and his father was an accountant, so his house was usually vacant in the afternoons. However, school activities for both of us left Wednesday as our usual afternoon to hook up. For the upcoming Wednesday, Zach was horny and ready. I decided he needed his next lesson in man sex.
We were naked in his room when he pointed to the bed and said "I'll do you first." I laid down on my back. He spread my legs and crawled between. He had learned from my example how to pleasure a hard cock, and he was wonderful, licking it before sucking it like I did, by taking a break and sucking on balls, by exploring his partner's body while holding his dick in your mouth.
After several minutes I said, "Now you some."
We switched positions. His legs were spread, but I pulled them together and straddled his knees as I leaned in and took his tool into my mouth. I made Zach feel good, and he laid there with his eyes closed enjoying it. I loved his dick, it fit so perfectly in my mouth, and I relished his cum, but this time I had other things on my mind.
After a few minutes, I released his dick and moved my body up to where I was straddling his hips. I grabbed his dick and held it upward. Zach sensed something new was happening, and he opened his eyes just in time to see me position my ass over his dick. I slowly sat down.
I had only been fucked by Jeremy, and Zach's cock was bigger. My apprehension was unwarranted. There was only the slightest resistance before I opened for him. Zach's mouth dropped open and his eyes grew wider as I slid down his cock until I had taken all of him. At the same time, I was experiencing the same fantastic sensations. He was in me completely, filling me.
I moved up and down his shaft. Zach stared at me, breathing heavily. I sensed that he had never had his dick in an ass before. It was all new to him and the feeling was great. I only bounced on him for a minute before he pulled me to his chest and said, "Let's turn over."
We moved together and when it was finished, I was on my back with my knees to my chest and Zach's cock was still in my hole. During the previous sex we shared, Zach had been inexperienced and timid. His manner changed instantly. Now he was confident. The hole he was in was different, but he knew how to fuck, and he was good at it.
He moved slowly at first, as if he was exploring my hole. He went deep and then pulled back with just his dick head still in me before going deep again. He rotated his hips. He did fast swallow hunches. Finally he settled into a steady rhythm. His big cock was rubbing my special spot with each move.
For a while he laid on my chest with our heads side by side. My hands were holding back my legs. Then he rose and braced himself above me with my ankles on his shoulders. He looked down at me, and I could see the wonder in his eyes from the feeling of my ass holding his dick so tightly. I can only guess what expression I had on my face. His dick was unbelievable, sending waves of feeling through my whole body. I remember groaning each time his dick completed it inward stroke. Zach could see what his dick was doing to me and he smiled.
I was on my back with my body pressed into the mattress. A sexy seventeen year old high school jock, the heart throb of all the girls, was above with his dick fucking my hole. It was a dream. I was there for his pleasure, and he knew it. Zach was never quick to the trigger, so minute after minute he pounded my hole. We were staring into each other's eyes, and he did something I never unexpected. He leaned over and brought his lips to mind. It was a kiss of passion and lust, mouths open, tongues touching.
At first I worked my dick with my fist. Then I moved them to Zach's chest and arms. I have a thing for muscles and I loved the feel of his pecs and biceps, the physical expression of his masculine power. His intensity told me he was getting close, and I worked my fist again. His rhythm increased and I could hear his ball sac slap my ass as his dick plunged deep. He said, "I know you like it. Tell me you like it."
I stammered back to him, "Yes. Yes. Oh. Oh. Do it. Fuck me. I want it. Fuck me."
I lost control before Zach and I cried out as I sprayed cum all over my chest. He soon followed with deep groans and heavy thrusts that moved me forward on the bed as he washed my insides with cum.
We laid in an embrace, both breathing heavily. Gradually our breathing slowed, and his cock softened. He withdrew and we laid together side by side. He slid an arm under my neck, and I leaned against him and put an arm across his chest. He placed his hand on my forearm. We were quiet, content, affectionate, in the post-sex bliss.
In our silence I could only think of how lucky I was to have Zach as an intimate friend. He was everything I lusted and loved, his personality, his body, his phenomenal cock.
Zach broke the silence with "Well?"
He was asking for something. A critique, perhaps. An affirmation of his skill as a cocksman. I responded honestly. "Damn, you can fuck! You are the biggest dick I have ever had. The best fuck I have ever had." This was true because Jeremy was the only guy to fuck my ass. Jeremy was good, very good, but Zach was great.
Zach then says, "I don't believe I am saying this, but your ass is as good as any pussy I've ever had."
I joked with him, and said, "Only as good. Not better?"
He laughed and raised his forefinger and thumb. They were an inch apart, and he said, "Maybe this much better."
I had achieved my goal. Zach was my suck and fuck buddy. I had initiated him in man sex and encouraged him step by step. Now he loved to suck dick as much as receive it, and he was excited to expand his stud service beyond his girl friends to me.
Zach had really enjoyed my ass, and he was ready for it again two days later. It was after dinner when he rang the doorbell. He suggested that we go out for milkshakes. He drove instead to his special place in the woods. He had sneaked two beers from the refrigerator in his basement, and we leaned against the fender and drank them, watching the airport and shooting the shit. But we both knew why we were there.
It was a warm night and we both had on shorts and tee shirts. Zach stood in front of me and put his thumbs in the waistband of my shorts. He pushed them down and I lifted each foot out of them, leaving on my sneakers. He was on his knees and he didn't get up. Instead he looked up at me and said, "I'm going to get you sexed up and ready for my cock." He proceeded to suck on my dick like a champ. It felt great, and I told Zach that he did it so good and that no one had ever sucked me better.
Then he stood up and took off his shorts. He stood there with his magnificent cock, hard and pointing towards me. Zach said, "Get me wet. Lube me up." It was no question of where he wanted to stick his dick wet and sticky with my salvia.
I said, "First this." as I reached and took the hem of his tee shirt and tried to pull it over his head. Zach did it for me and tossed the shirt aside. I put my hands on his pecs and said, "Damn, I love your body." I so wanted to say your "beautiful" body, but I feared that beautiful would sound too feminine. But in my mind, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. And this beautiful man was just about to fuck me.
He took me as I bent over and braced myself against the fender of his truck. Oh Shit, did it feel good. Good from the first. Whatever he did with his cock, I never knew, but he moved inside me and took me to heaven. His slow strokes increased in speed and power and soon I was struggling to stay in place as he pounded my hole like a piston.
His orgasm came, and I imagined my insides being hosed with his cum. I was happy and pleased, although I had not had the chance to pull on my cock. I didn't care, but Zach did. He bent over, his chest against my back and reached around and took my dick in his hand. "And now you" he said. It only took three strokes and I shot all over the ground and his front tire.
The time after that was in his room. He told me he loved my mouth as much as my ass, so we sucked each other off. He seemed to really love my cum. Two days later, he wanted my ass again, and he took me like a stallion. I could feel it the next day, and I loved it.
We played in his house and my house when no one was home, and we sometimes returned to his place in the woods. We had signals to avoid using the phone. He put an athletic trophy in the window of his room to tell me that no one was home, and that I could come over. Likewise, I used a book.
One night I was in bed reflecting on it all. Zach was my lover, although I would never use that word with him. But we behaved like lovers, enjoying each other's bodies. We embraced and kissed. We had affection for each other. I gave myself credit for it, introducing him to the joy of sex with another man. I had awakened something inside him, and he was pleased with it. But there was one thing yet undone, and I had been hesitant to go there. Would he reject it? Would he turn against me? I resolved to risk it.
The chance came one afternoon in Zach's room. As soon as we got naked, Zach dropped to his knees and began sucking me. I stood there, looking down at him. I couldn't believe I was so lucky, because before me was a good looking, well built jock with my hard dick in his mouth. I watched his expression as he pleasured me. He was not doing it out of obligation. He was enjoying it. Zach liked my dick and liked to suck me. I put my hand on his cheek and could feel my dick as it moved in his mouth. With his lips around my cockhead, he looked up at me. He wanted to see if I was watching. He wanted me to see him suck me.
I told him, "Take me, take me now, Swallow my cum." He did as I asked. It was a terrific climax for me, and he hummed as his mouth filled with my cum. When I was finished, he opened his mouth to show it to me, and then he swallowed.
A climax in no way diminishes my lust, so I was still sexually charged to take care of Zach. I pulled him up and led him to the bed. He laid down on his back with his legs spread for me. I assumed my regular position and began to do all the things that drove Zach crazy and that he now tries to emulate.
I focused on his magnificent cock but I couldn't keep my hands from wandering over his muscled abs and pecs. After several minutes I moved lower to lick and suck his balls. I lingered for a moment before I took a hand and raised his ball sac and let my tongue go lower, licking his taint. Zach was laying there with his eyes closed, swimming in the waves of pleasure that my mouth and tongue was sending him. Then I put a hand under each of his knees, With one swift movement I raised his legs, pushing his thighs against his chest as I ran my wet tongue up his ass crack.
He cried out in surprise and raised his head to look at what I was doing to him. He dropped his head and said breathlessly, "Oh, my god." I suspected that he was inexperienced in ass play, and I proved to be right. It only got better for Zach, because I buried my face in his crack and tongued his puckered hole. He clinched the sheet and moaned, and his body seemed to flinch when I pushed my tongue hard trying to open his hole.
I tongued his hole for several minutes before moving up again to his balls, replacing my tongue with my wet finger with which I softly rubbed and massaged his closed sphincter. I moved my mouth again, from Zach's balls to his cock. As I ran my wet lips down his shaft, I inserted my index finger in his hole.
Zach gasped but didn't protect. I sucked his cock as my finger moved slowly in his hole. I was searching for that special spot in hopes that my finger could awaken it. A minute passed, and Zach emitted a long moan, signaling to me that what I was doing was acceptable, was pleasurable. After a minute more of sucking and finger fucking him, I inserted a second finger. Soon followed by a third. Now he was muttering a constant stream of hums, much like the purring like a cat. Now he was gripping my shoulders.
I had sucked him enough times to know that he was getting close. His mouth was open now, saying "oh, oh, oh." Then he reached down and put a hand on mine and pushed my fingers hard into his hole. He yelled and flooded my mouth with cum, and with each shot I could feel the spasm of his sphincter. I laid there with his dick in my mouth and my fingers in his hole until I could feel the gradual softening of his cock. I slowly released him and withdrew my fingers. We laid together side by side as we usually do, enjoying that special time after our balls had been drained.
I was encouraged. What I had done to him was new and novel, and I could tell that he enjoyed his first time. He told me as much. "Damn, that was unbelievable. Each time with you gets better and better."
There was a pause, and then he said, "You really like to do that, don't you."
I assumed he was talking of my rimming his ass, and I said, "Yeah, a lot," Neither of us mentioned the finger fuck, but him pushing my fingers deeper just before his orgasm, told me that was a major part of his "unbelievable" experience.
I dressed and was leaving. I was half-way down the stairs when Zach, standing at the top said, "I think you are up to something." I didn't respond.
When I got home from school the next afternoon, I saw Zach's truck in the driveway. I had no soon dropped my bookbag when the doorbell rang. I was greeted with Zach's beautiful smile.
"Is anyone home?" he asked.
I replied, "The place is empty until 7."
He walked past me heading for the stairs and called back, "Let's go." I assumed that yesterday's sex had been on his mind all day. It was for me.
As soon as we were both naked, he leaned over, and said, "This is to get you started." Then he sucked my cock into his mouth. He bobbed on the shaft for a while, then stood up with that same great smile, and walked to the bed.
He crawled up on the bed. He was on his hands and knees. He lowered his head by getting down on his elbows. He arched his back. He was presenting me his ass. He turned his head around and said to me, "I cleaned it for you."
It was hard for me to comprehend. I had really turned on this hunk with my tongue, and he wanted it again. I crawled up on the bed. Zach's cock hung hard between his legs. I took his dick in my hand and put my face in his crack. He gasped when my tongue touched his hole.
I pulled on his dick like I was milking a cow while I ate his ass. My tongue was working hard and Zach was moaning. I intended to use more than my tongue, and his ass was in a perfect position, but I felt that he wasn't ready yet.
I turned Zach over on his back and pushed his legs back against his chest. I started again with one hand on his cock and my face in his crack. Like the time before, after giving his asshole minutes of attention with my tongue, I moved to his dick and began to suck it as I replaced my tongue with a finger. I sucked as I inserted one finger at a time until I was at three. Zach was enjoying it all, and he gave a deep groan of approval.
After several more minutes of sucking and finger fucking, I released his cock but continued with my fingers. I had learned from his noises and movement of his body that my fingers had found the spot. His cock lay there with a puddle of precum collecting on his stomach. With only my fingers in him, Zach gave another approving moan.
I watched his face as he lay there with his eyes closed. I withdrew my fingers. His eyes opened when he felt the coldness of the lube that I rubbed on his hole. He was staring at the ceiling. When he felt the head of my cock touch his hole, he closed his eyes and knitted his brows in worried anticipation of what was coming. He put his two palms against my chest as a protective move, intending to push back if the pain was unbearable.
Zach squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the pressure of my cock. To my surprise and his good fortune, the entry was easier than either of us expected. My fingers had stretched his hole earlier, and with the help of the lube, my cock head met only tiny resistance. His hole opened. I was inside him. The expression on his face changed. It softened, and he opened his eyes and looked at me. As my hips pushed my dick slowly inch by inch further into him, his eyes grew wider and wider as he felt himself filled for the first time with a man's dick.
My crotch was against his bottom. Zach reached down to verify, and when he found that I was completely in him, he smiled. He had taken me and he was pleased and proud. But this was only the beginning, and as I began to move in his hole, his eyes closed again. From my own experience, I knew that the first time can be one of tolerance rather than pleasure.
Consequently, I moved slowly and gently, hoping for his body to accustom itself to my intrusion and that the movement of my dick would arouse again his prostate that had previously responded to my fingers. I watched as he laid with an expressionless face and closed eyes. Minutes went by. Then Zach opened his eyes and a faint smile was on his lips. My dick was doing its job, and Zach was feeling it. Zach nodded his head yes. It was a signal to continue. He removed his hands from my chest and spread them out on each side of him. It was an act of surrender. I was his to do with what I wanted..
I increased my speed and pushed deeper with my thrusts. His hole was responding. The strokes of my dick through his tunnel were building in pleasure. He reached up and pulled my face to his. It was a hard and passionate kiss. A kiss of lust. He whispered "yes, yes, yes," with each word uttered when my dick reached its deepest penetration of his body.
As for me, from the first moment my dick slid into his tight virgin hole, I was in ecstasy. My hunk of a neighbor, a star athlete at his school, desired by many girls, was under me, his legs raised while my cock fucked his hole. I was in a dream. But my focus was on more than my pleasure. I had a goal, actually a duty in my mind, to make this moment important and meaningful for Zach.
I fucked with long strokes minute after minute. Zach was now regularly emitting deep moans, I speeded up and pumped my hips harder against his bottom. The harder I fucked, the more he responded. He stared at me with wide eyes. His mouth was open and his breathing increased. He gripped my arms that braced me above him. At this point, I was out of control. My dick was in charge and it ordered my hips to pound Zach's hole fast and harder.
A look of desperation appeared on his face. His baritone moans became high pitched whimpers. His grip on my arms grew tighter and tighter. Then his face contorted and he yelled "Oh, fuck!" His cock, which had laid on his stomach since we started, jerked up and began to shoot stream after stream of cum on Zach's chest. The sight and sound of Zach's spasm of a climax caused my own release. As the last stream from Zach's cock landed on his body, my own dick began to fire away, washing Zach's insides with my own sperm.
Our chorus of lustful moans and groans ceased, and we were there in silence, hearing only our heavy breathing. Zach wrapped his legs around me and hooked his ankles together. I laid on his chest, feeling Zach's cum between us. Zach embraced me with his arms. We were both adrift in that special post-coitus bliss. Eventually I softened, and when Zach lowered his legs, my cock slipped out. I laid beside him.
After a pause, Zach said, "Oh My God, what was that?"
I had just popped his cherry with a super fuck, but the moment required more than something crude like, "You just got fucked good." I said instead, "I just made love to you." It was more than a description, it was a hint of my true feelings for him.
Zach continued to marvel at it all. He said next, "Did you see what happened? I came. You fucked it out of me. Your dick made me climax." There was another pause, and he said with a different tone in his voice, "Is that normal? I mean, you don't when we fuck."
I responded. "You shouldn't worry. You should celebrate. You have a super sensitive ass that gives you as much pleasure as your dick. There are other guys who cum when fucked. I wish I did. At times, I get close. Someday, perhaps." Zach seemed to take comfort with that. He had gone through a life changing experience, and he had a lot to ponder.
The next day at school was a blur. In class after class teachers would stand there, their mouths moving, but I heard nothing. My mind was completely absorbed with thoughts of Zach and memories of the day before. I wondered about his thoughts today. He physically enjoyed yesterday, but did he psychologically accept it? At our next hookup, will he want to bottom again, or will he reaffirm for himself his self-image of a top stud who fucks girls---and me?
When I got home, Zach's truck was there. This was normally a day when he came home late because of a school club or team practice. When I got to my room, I saw out the window the sports trophy on his window ledge. It was our signal that no one was home at his place.
His backdoor was unlocked. I went inside and up to his room. He was ready, standing naked in the room. HIs dick was at full attention. Zach said, "I skipped practice. I couldn't wait another day."
I stripped off my clothes swiftly, throwing them in a pile on the floor. My dick was as hard as Zach's. He put his arms around me. I noticeably exhaled. I loved the feel of his muscular arms around me. We kissed with open mouths and tongues seeking each other. One of his hands moved down my back and held my bottom. I thought for a moment that today it was Zach the Stud. But then he said softly in my ear, "I want you to love me like yesterday."
Zach turned and walked to the bed. It was a magnificent sight. It was the way he moved with his broad shoulders tampering down to his waist, his powerful legs, and a perfect rounded bottom. Like so many times before, I couldn't believe that I had such a handsome and masculine male who wanted to get naked with me in bed.
Zach crawled up on the bed and laid on his back. The image was complete. Now he looked up at me with his handsome face and sexy eyes, his strong pecs across his chest, his nipples that stood up hard, waiting for me to kiss them. My eyes followed the ladder of muscles going down his stomach where I found the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was long and thick and cut to reveal a big head. And it was mine.
Zach looked at me from the bed. He put his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs to his chest. His ass rose up. I could see his closed pink hole deep in his crack. Then Zach said something that I wanted to hear from the first time we ever met.
Zach said with a pleading voice, "Fuck me. Please. Please, Fuck me."
And I did. ------------------- THE END