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Zachery and Connor
My name is Zachery and I love cock. My sexual initiation was at fourteen when my eighteen year old cousin Billy fed me his hard dick. For the next two years I was his toy, sucking him whenever he wanted and later taking his big dick up my ass. I think the desire was always with me. Billy just opened the door and let it out.
At first Billy's needs were strong and frequent, and I was excited to satisfy him whenever he wanted. Our private moments together grew less as he graduated from high school, enrolled in college, regularly fucked his girl friend, and finally married.
I was a hormone driven teenager, sexually charged but alone, with only my fist as a sex partner. My experience with Billy gave me a new consciousness of my surroundings. My mind was filled with thoughts of cocks, blow jobs, ass fucking, muscular biceps, beautiful pecs. I enjoyed seeing naked bodies when we were dressing out for P.E. at school, or guys stripping off their swimsuits in the locker room at the pool, or the bare-chested guys playing shirts and skins on the basketball court.
These were only thoughts, because I couldn't act upon them. I feared rejection and ostracization from my friends who freely used "faggot" and "cocksucker" as prerogative terms.
Consequently, my nights in bed or time in the shower in the mornings were filled with memories of Billy and I sucking dicks and fucking as well as fantasies of my school friends doing the same. My fantasies were frustrating at times because of the nature of some of my friends. One hot guy treated all conversations as if they were secrets so he would put his arm around my neck and pull me close to talk in my ear. Another was a muscled football player who liked to rough house, punching me in the arm, grabbing my shoulders, or throwing his arms around my waist from behind and lifting me off the ground, making me ever aware of his strength and the power of his body.
The temptation was great to be bold and put a hand on their leg or grab their crotch, but in those circumstances the risk was too great. Nevertheless, the thoughts were with me and the desire increased as Billy became more distant.
At sixteen I got a driver's license, and as everyone knows, mobility with no parental supervision opens a whole new world. For me, it involved drinking beer with the guys and trying to lose my virginity with girls despite my obsession with dicks.
I had high hopes for the latter because girls found me attractive. When Billy first seduced me, I had the body of a twink. Since then I had grown to six feet tall and added muscles to my frame by lifting weights in the family garage. I liked how I looked when I stood naked in front of a mirror.
For the eleventh grade, my homeroom was in the chemistry lab where we had tables instead of desks. Connor and I shared a table. We had known each other for several years, but only casually. This year, meeting each morning every day, we became fast friends. We had lots of common interests, but most importantly, our personalities seemed so compatible.
By coincidence, Connor was one of my friends that I fantasized about, and for good reason. He was handsome in the face with a body to match. He had the lean body of a tennis player with muscle and no fat. He had sandy brown hair that was always disheveled in a sexy way. I had seen him changing for P.E. and he had a smooth chest and fine light hair on his muscled legs.
Connor was first and foremost a comedian. He saw the humor in everyday life and shared it. It was good-natured humor, where he laughed at absurdity and at himself, but never made fun of other people. I laughed continuously when I was with him.
Every morning in homeroom he had some story or tale, a lot of them involved sex and jerking off. We were both virgins and shared the goal of changing that status in the back seat of our cars if we could just find the right girl. I was dating the same girl on a regular basis so I saw a chance if I were persistent. Connor dated a number of girls but none for any length of time.
One morning he sat down and went right into it. "Boy, did I get off this morning in the shower. What a load. I probably clogged the drain. It was only my hand on my dick, but in my mind, it was an Amazon, tall and blonde." I laughed.
Connor said, "Let me look at you. When do you jerk? At night in bed or in the shower in the morning?" Then he exclaims, "Ah, I can see the look in your eye! You do it in both places. You are a two-timer a day. Just like me." He made me laugh again.
Connor would share fantasies about fucking Susan Parker. She was a year older than us, beautiful, with the body of a woman. She was also stuck up and a first-class bitch. I told Connor that she would ignore him if he ever tried to speak to her.
Of course, he had an answer to my skepticism, and it involved his cock, which he called "Big Willie."
"All I have to do is drop my pants. Once she sees Big Willie, she will fall on her back and raise her legs. That shaved pussy of hers will be like a vacuum. It will suck big Willie right in." I was laughing so hard I had water in my eyes. Connor was laughing too, and I sensed he knew the silliness of what he said.
One morning the story was about his math class. "I went to math yesterday, and Ann Young was walking in ahead of me. She had on a short shirt. She sits on the first row and when she sat down in her desk, her shirt moved up and I could see her panties. Big Willie strung to attention. I got to my desk, but Willie wouldn't go down. He was just there, a huge bulge in my pants. The class was going to be over. I couldn't get up and walk out into the hall. But then it struck me. I'm a genius. The seven times table!"
I looked at him with a quizzical look and asked "The seven times table?"
"Yes, I started doing the seven times table in my head. You know it gets harder after seven times eleven. It did the trick. By seven times twenty-three, Big Willie was tamed and I could go to English."
I cried, "Connor, you are crazy," as I nearly fell out of my chair laughing while Connor sat there so proudly.
We talked freely about our dates and our efforts to lose our virginity. I was dating a girl named Fran and each Monday I reported on the progress made on the previous Saturday night. First it was feeling her up. Then unbuttoning her blouse. Then my hand in her panties. Connor relished every word.
We became two amigos, doing nearly everything together. We had homeroom and history class together during school hours. We hung out most afternoons. We found reasons to talk on the phone at night. I might call about the history homework or he might call to ask if I was watching the baseball game. We frequently double dated, and I had to try hard to keep from paying more attention to Connor than the girl I was with.
Our relationship changed drastically one afternoon in his bedroom. Connor and I were doing a group project for our history class. We were in his bedroom. No one was home. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, and he started rubbing his crotch.
Connor said "Damn, I have been horny all day. I can't wait any longer." I couldn't believe what I saw. Connor stood up, unbuckled his pants, and pushed his pants and his underwear to his ankles. He sat down on the bed and spread his legs. There in his hand was a beautiful hard cock. It was obvious that he intended to jack off right then and there, and it was a clear invitation for me to join him. I sat down beside him and dropped my pants. Within seconds I was at full size.
Connor had his hand on his dick and looked at mine. "Man, you didn't tell me you had a horse cock."
I said, "What are you talking about? Big Willie looks the same size."
"Maybe, but you seem thicker," and unexpectedly Connor reached over and wrapped his fingers around my dick. I was in heaven to have his hand hold my cock, but I was nervous, not knowing what to expect next.
I reached over and took his dick in my hand and said, "You feel pretty close the same to me." He let go of me, and I did the same. He began a slow jack of his dick and I followed his example.
Connor said, "I'm thinking of Susan Parker right now," implying that his arousal was from a woman and not from the naked guy beside him.
I replied, "The girl in my mind is nameless. What's important to me is between her legs." My words were not true. My cock was hard because I liked guys and I liked dicks, but my words were reassuring to Connor that we were playing the same game.
It was clear that Connor liked to look at my dick and watch me work my hand. Of course, I was the same with my eyes focused on his hand pulling on his tool. His cock was beautiful, straight and long with a big head on the tip. I was thrilled to have held it and I wanted to again, but right now I was following Connor's lead.
We were on the edge of his bed, our feet on the floor. Connor laid back on the bed, pulled his shirt up and held it with his chin, exposing his chest and stomach. I did the same. We jacked. Connor came first silently. He was a heavy cummer, and his sperm poured out like a steady stream, making a big puddle on his stomach. My climax was more dramatic. The first shots from my dick flew through the air, hitting way up on my chest. Connor was fascinated by my climax and made a comment.
A week later it was repeated all again, with Connor declaring once again that he was too horny to wait. We jerked our cocks again, enjoying the pleasure we gave ourselves but also enjoying the excitement of watching each other.
Things changed again several days later. Connor invited me over to his house. We both knew what we wanted, and there was no pretense. The house was empty. We went to his room, and he started to strip. I did too. There we were, naked facing each other. I was bold that day and reached and took Connor's beautiful hard cock in my hand. He did the same for me, and we stood there pulling on each other's dick. I took my other hand and cupped his balls. He followed my lead and did the same.
Connor said, "Follow me."
He took us to the bathroom. We were jacking our dicks and looking at our image in the mirror. I wanted so much to grab and lick and suck this guy's body, but I only let myself look. I saw his magnificent dick, long and hard, his ball sack below, his wide shoulders and hairless chest.
I said to him, "I sometimes jerk with my left hand, just to feel something different." Connor said, "Like this," as he reached over and took my dick in his hand. I didn't ask for it or expect it, but we finished jacking each other off, filling the sink with cum. Billy was gone, but now I had Connor, and we masturbated ourselves or each other once or twice a week.
Two weeks later another bold step was taken, but this time it was me and not Connor. We were in Connor's house, and he did his usual intro. Soon we were sitting together on the edge of his bed, our pants around our ankles, wanking our cocks. I looked at his dick. I had seen it before, but that day it looked better than ever, long and straight, and so inviting. I wanted it. I had thoughts of sucking him before, as I had thoughts about lots of other guys at school, but I always had Billy as an outlet. Now it was different.
My inhibition seemed to have vanished that day. I didn't think too much about it. I simply said, "I'll suck it for you."
Connor was silent for a moment, thinking of my proposition. Then he stated his conditions. "Sure, but I am not doing it back."
Later I pondered his reply. Was he repulsed at the idea of a dick in his mouth? He accepted jacking dicks together as a common activity of horny teenage boys. Maybe sucking dick was too gay? Whatever the reason, that was his condition.
"That's alright," was my reply, and then I got on the floor between his legs, and took his dick in my mouth.
"Holy, fuck," was Connor's response as his cock first experienced a warm wet mouth. He laid back on the bed and gave himself up to my hungry mouth.
I sent him over the rainbow with all the cock sucking skills I had developed with Billy. I had my mouth on his dick and balls and my hand on my own cock, jacking away. During the few minutes it took to suck him to climax, Connor moaned, slapped the bed, heaved deeply, and held my head. He announced the end with "Ahhhh," and he filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed and continued until I knew there was no more. Then I stood and fired my own pistol. My cum flew through the air, landing on Connor's chest and stomach and his still hard dick. We looked at each other, happy and sexually satisfied, and both gave a chuckle at the what had just happened. I then bent over and licked and swallowed my cum off his body as he uttered soft moans of pleasure.
There was a period of silence between us as we pulled our clothes back on. We were leaving Connor's bedroom. He unlocked the door and put his hand on the handle, and then turned around and looked at me.
"You like to suck dick." It came out of his mouth like a statement, but he was also asking a question.
I answered, "Yes, and your cock fits perfectly in my mouth."
He smiled and asked, "Will you do it again?"
"Anytime you want," was my reply. He answered me with a big smile.
Three days later, Connor verified my promise. We were clearing our trays in the school lunchroom, and when no one was close by he said softly, "Come to my house after school. I have a two-day load."
I went and he answered the door in his underwear with a full erection. We stripped and he laid on his bed with his legs spread. I did what I enjoy and sucked him and licked him and sucked him some more. It was like the time before. I swallowed his sperm and then emptied my balls on his chest and stomach and eagerly cleaned him up with my tongue.
Two days later was Saturday, and I had taken a girl to the movies. I came home at about midnight. The lights in my house were out. As I drove up the street, I saw a car that looked like Connor's parked by the curb in a dark part of the street between my house and the next one. I parked and walked down the driveway.
He rolled down the window and said, "Man, you've got to help me. I've got blue balls and I can hardly drive."
He had a date that let him kiss her and other things, but gave him no satisfaction. His balls ached for release. I got in the passenger side and performed the needed service. I remember it was a real mouthful. He asked, "What about you?" I told him I would take care of it in bed.
Connor assumed the role of Billy, seeking times and places for me to service his cock. It was always the same as our first time. I sucked him off, and then brought myself to climax. He never sucked me back, but he would play with my dick, jack it, and talk provocatively.
"Let me see you cum. Shot a big load for me. Jack that cock." If the circumstances were right, he would ask me to cum on his body and clean it up with my tongue.
In my quest to lose my virginity, it took a number of months, but I finally did it. I fucked Fran in the backseat of my car on a Saturday night. Actually, it was less from my charm and technique and more that Fran decided she wanted to fuck.
Connor was excited for me, but I noticed a change in how he and I hooked up. Instead of whispering that Big Willie needed attention, he would say, "Why don't you come by my house today, if you and Fran don't have something planned."
He assumed that our suck session was something secondary to my straight sex with Fran. In reality, it was him and his beautiful dick and body that was my primary interest, but I couldn't tell him.
He said something telling one day. "It excites me to think that my friend, Zachery, the big stud who fucks pussy every Saturday, still likes to suck on my dick. Is that perverse?"
My reply was "No, it's fun." Nevertheless, he was trying to figure out how he fit into my world.
Connor was the most important thing to me, and I feared losing him like I had Billie. Connor had set the rules at our first time and I stayed within those boundaries, although I wanted so much more. I jacked at night thinking of kissing him and then raising my legs and offering him my hole. The memory of Billy taking me, fucking me, giving me a tremendous climax was replaced with an imagine of Connor in that role.
Finally, I decided to stop the fantasy and act on my desires. I would be bold once again. My family had a cabin on a lake, and one Saturday Connor and I went to the lake to waterski with plans to spend the night. As with anything I did with Connor it was great fun and many laughs. There was the added pleasure of seeing my sexy friend in a bathing suit, shirtless. I was turned on by his legs, his arms, his hairless chest, and particularly his sandy brown hair that framed his handsome face. I wanted to grab him and suck him time and again, but I resisted until evening.
We had brought beer and drank a few during the day. Both of us were moderate in our drinking, but I wanted to break down Connor's inhibitions, so I got us both another can before we started to play. After that last beer, we were both feeling good, and I stood up and did a strip show for him, making us both laugh at my silliness.
I was naked, standing in the living room when I commanded him to stand up. I proceeded to strip him, licking each part of his body as it became exposed. Connor kept reaching for my hard cock, holding it and pulling in it. With the two of us naked I pulled us together, with our cocks pressed between our stomachs. I embraced him and he followed, our arms around each other, our heads side by side.
I said, "This feels good." I put my two hands in his ass cheeks and pressed him further against me which caused him to hutch me as if he was fucking.
I walked to the bedroom and threw off the cover. I laid on my back, my head up while braced on my elbows, and said, "Do you want to fuck me?"
Connor's head jerked with surprise. He had a puzzled look on his face as if he didn't know the answer. Actually, he knew what he wanted, but he was trying to decide what answer I wanted to hear.
I spoke again, "I'll clarify it. I want you to fuck me. I want your big cock in my ass. I want your cum deep inside me."
A huge smile filled his face and he said, " Yes, yes, I'll fuck you. I dream about it. I dream of so many things to do to you."
He crawled upon the bed and laid on top of me. He looked into my face and brought his lips to mine. A thrill went through my body. I had never kissed a man before. I never knew it could be so erotic. We kissed, our lips apart and our tongues touching. Connor broke away to kiss my chin and my cheek before coming back to my lips.
He said "I've been afraid to do this. I was afraid you didn't want to. I've been afraid to do other things too." Then he went lower and kissed my neck. Still lower, he licked my nipple. Still lower I felt a trail of kisses down the center of my chest and stomach.
I thought to myself, "Oh, My God, he's going to do it." I had wanted it for so long.
I felt Connor's lips on the head of my dick. He kissed it, and then took my cock in his mouth. It was magic. I moaned. I heard him moan back. The feeling was wonderful, but more importantly he was doing something he once said he would not do. He was doing it now. He was doing it for me.
He rose to my face again and kissed me again.
He asked, "Ready?"
I said, "I want it this way." I turned and got on my knees with my face on the bed. My ass was in the air, waiting for him. I pulled a tube of lube from beneath the pillow where I had placed it earlier.
He lubed his cock and I felt his fingers as he smeared lube across my puckered hole. He put his dickhead on it and his hands on my hips. When he began to push, I pushed back myself. The discomfort forcing my hole open was short lived, and he moved into me slowly, cautiously, inch by inch until I was full and I could feel his pelvis against my ass.
He said, "Oh, you feel so good."
He began to move, back and forth, in and almost out. Each thrust seemed to go deeper. That special pleasure that I felt when Billy fucked me came quickly, even before I touched my own cock. I couldn't help it, but with every thrust of Connor's cock, I emitted a deep guttural moan. I jacked my cock as Connor fucked my hole. I was in paradise.
As Connor got close, his breathing was deeper and he grabbed my shoulders to pull me back as he pushed his cock forward. I came first and shot ribbons of cum in the air, landing on the sheet below me. Connor was only seconds behind and as my sphincter contracted with each of my ejaculations, Connor responded with a flood of cum filling my insides. We were empty, having given all the cum we had to each other. Now we just held each other in a state of euphoria.
After a moment, I told Connor that I was going to lay down, and we did so together. I laid on the bed and could feel the cum soaked sheet under me. Connor's dick was softening, but it was still hard and long enough to stay in my hole. His body covered mine. His legs on my legs, his chest on my back, his arms on my arms. His head on my shoulder. He took his fingers and intertwined with mine.
We laid there in bliss, sensing the movement of each other's chest as our breathing slowed.
Connor spoke softly in my ear, "I wanted this. I wanted so much more for us. I was timid and fearful to change anything. It was you and Fran fucking. She gave you a ticket to the main event. I thought our time together was just a sideshow, that you would stop. I didn't want us to stop."
I listened and thought about how each of us had seen a boundary we should not cross. We both retrained ourselves. But not now.
Connor moved so he was leaning against my side. His legs were across my legs, and his right arm across my back, but now we were looking into each other's faces. Connor's restraint was no more, and words poured out of his mouth.
"You are so good to me. So unselfish. So giving. Over and over again. So ready to pleasure me and please me. I was a fool not to respond, forgive me."
He moved his lips to mine and we kissed. He continued his monologue.
"Why are you so nice to me, so good to me? You must like me, right? You like me?" I mummed my agreement.
"You must like me a lot. You like me a lot?" I mummed again.
"It must be more than a lot. You like me a whole lot." I smiled and mummed again.
"It's more than a whole lot. It's like a whole lot times seven." I chuckled and mummed again in agreement.
"Well, a whole lot times seven means you love me. Right?"
Then Connor began talking in a sing-song fashion, like a child teasing someone on the playground, "Zachery loves Connor, Zachery loves Connor, Zachery loves Connor."
I said good heartily, "Stop that silly song."
He said back, "Well, tell me. Do you love me?"
"Yes, I love you. I love you, but you are still crazy."
Connor exclaimed, "Hurray! And Connor loves Zachery!" And we kissed again, our lips lingering long against each other.
We both lay there, happy and content, looking into each other's eyes. A minute or so passed in silence. Then a serious look came across Connor's face, and he said, "Don't laugh at me when I ask this question. Did I do it right?"
It was a question often thought and sometimes uttered by a boy or a girl the first time they copulated. It revealed an insecurity.
I responded, "You are a fantastic lover. It was the greatest sex of my life. Right now, I am the happiest guy in the world."
Then Connor said,"I am no longer a virgin." There was a pause, and then he said "Or am I? I fucked a guy not a girl. Does that count?"
I said, "Yes, that counts"
He smiled, paused for a moment, and went on. "Then we need to celebrate."
"How," I asked.
Connor said, "I'm going to fuck you again. I need practice. I intend to keep you the happiest guy in the world for a long time to come."
THE END