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A Young Man's Homo-Erotic Tale
As I looked over at Tommy asleep next to me, I remembered back to when I first allowed myself to admit certain feelings and give in to strong desires. These urges and thoughts had gone on for several years before I finally let myself have what I had come to want so desperately; what I knew I needed. I needed a man. I needed to feel him take my body to use for his pleasure, and ultimately, mine. I needed the sensation of his skin, his hair, his smell, his weight pressing against me as I pressed back, in my attempt to find sexual satisfaction that masturbation and girls could not provide. So, I finally gave in. I let myself have sex with another man. Now, as I watched Tommy, I knew he had finally given in to his needs just as I had done. I was happy he had chosen me to help fill those needs.
I had met Tommy way back during some church camp youth function that brought all the grades together, from kindergarten to high school. Normally, the older kids would keep the youngsters at a distance, not wanting to get roped into baby sitting. I was a high school senior and Tommy was in fifth grade. Nothing out of the ordinary happened as I had not yet admitted to myself that guys turned me on more than girls. I wouldn't have done anything with a fifth grade kid anyway. I may have been a homo, but I sure wasn't a child molester. I turned my attention toward the females in my age group, just like all the other guys, probably because I didn't know any better. I never dated much, though, and nothing sexual ever occured when I did. I wasn't the aggressive type of guy. Deep down I was actually afraid to even bring up the idea of sex for fear of being labled some kind of pervert. I was too afraid I might come on too strong and get into some kind of trouble, so I over compensated by holding back too much.
Tommy and I had ended up together in a group with about five other guys, aged 7 to 18. I was the oldest in my group, so by default I was the leader. Tommy had latched onto me almost immediately. He had one younger sister, but no brothers, and I think he liked the idea of having a older male to imitate. He was talkative and energetic, which made him fun to be around, but he could be serious too, like when the group had to work together on a project. As leader, I should have made certain that everyone had equal opportunity on each project the group undertook, but after a while I realized I was unconsiously playing favorites. Tommy wasn't getting the lion's share of everything, but I felt I needed to adjust my actions to be fair to the whole group. In the end, none of the other group members seemed to notice, or care, that Tommy always got more credit than some of them did.
Of course, the group eventually broke up when camp ended. Tommy and I had become like brothers, to a degree. At the time I wasn't too keen on the idea of having a little "brother" tag along, but Tommy did not make a nuisance of himself and seemed to know when I needed to be left alone. As it turned out, Tommy only lived about four blocks from my house. During the rest of the summer he would show up some mornings just to hang around me while I worked in the yard or cleaned up around the house. Occasionally, I would take him along on errands I had to run. He enjoyed the time we had together. I didn't give it much thought. After all, he was still only 11 years old.
School started and we drifted apart due to the demands on our time from homework and other activities with people our own ages. I continued my lame attempt at dating, but I was growing more conscious of my emotions toward other guys. I would catch myself looking at particular guys that I knew were getting sex from one or more of the better looking girls and all I could think about was what they looked like naked with a huge hard-on. I wondered what did it feel like to have a guy rub his hard dick against you while you felt his breath on your face and his arms and legs wrapped around your body. What did those girls think about while the boys penetrated them and began the rhythm of a slow, wet fuck? Did the smell of sweat make them hotter, wetter? Could they feel the cum fire out of those cocks inside them? More than once I would awake from these daydreams to find myself getting hard, usually while sitting in some boring class or standing in line for lunch. I would try to quickly change the thoughts in my head before I completely embarrassed myself in front of a cafeteria full of students and faculty.
My school year ended unspectacularly. I graduated, but not very high in my class. I went on a few dates, but never got anywhere with any of the girls that would consent to go out with me. I think they must have been comparing notes and decided that without the excitement of a date that would demand sex, or at least a hand-job, there wasn't much reason to go.
I got accepted to a college about 200 miles from where I lived. By this time I felt like I must be the only guy on the planet that wasn't getting screwed three nights a week by one of the girls in town. I thought virginity at nineteen was some horrible curse placed on me by powers unknown. I had had no luck up to this point having sex with anything but by right hand, and I had no prospects. I would fantasize about the other guys from school getting all the pussy they could handle, plus blow-jobs, hand-jobs, titty-fucks, you name it, but I always seemed to come back to the vision that I should be the one on the receiving end of those fucks. I should be the one giving those blow-jobs, those hand-jobs. I even thought about guys getting off by rubbing their cocks across my chest, teasing my nipples with their dripping dicks. Every night found me on my back with my cock in my hand stroking long and hard while thinking those thoughts. Within minutes, from my chest to my fist, I would be covered in my own juices. While I gradually came down from my orgasmic high, I would push those thoughts to the back of my mind, where they would stay until I saw the next cute guy. As the summer wore on, I became more aware of the opportunity that going away to college would offer. Maybe my luck would change once I was in a new place with new people. However, I still concentrated on the idea that I should lose my cherry to a girl. The guy stuff was just thoughts in my head; those things couldn't really happen.
The move into the dorm was uneventful. My parents had other plans that could not be changed so I ended up having to move myself when the weekend before orientation finally rolled around. Actually, I enjoyed the freedom of not having them with me. I could begin my new adventure completely alone. It was still very warm the end of August, and by the time I hauled all my boxes and bags up three flights of stairs I was dripping wet. My room was kind of dreary and the furniture was typical college dorm design; two of everything from the beds to the dressers to the desks. Fake wood-grain metal fronts on all the drawers and surfaces, painted metal with rust spots everywhere else. The only chair beside the hard-seated desk chairs was a low, metal-framed job upholstered with pea green vinyl. After getting all my stuff upstairs, I rested in the chair and thought about what I could do to maybe liven up the decor. The heat was stifling even with all the windows wide open. The faint breeze did little to cool anything off. I knew I had about an hour before the new arrivals were supposed to meet in the front hall of the dorm for a short get-together with the dorm staff, so I decided to find the bathroom and take my first dorm shower and cool off the best I could. Peeling myself from the vinyl chair, I found my bathrobe, stripped off my clothes, and headed for the communal shower. The bathroom was only four doors down so I simply held my robe closed while moving down the hall. Once in the shower room I hung my robe on a hook and entered the large stall. I immediately realized I had forgot to bring a towel, but figured I could shake off enough water and the robe could absorb the rest. No one else was in the shower when I began, which I thought was odd considering the heat. I quickly got wet all over and began to relax under the cooling spray.
As I worked my hands over my sticky skin to remove some of the sweat, I heard the door open to the bathroom and someone enter one of the toilet stalls around the corner from the shower. A short time later, after a loud flush, I became aware of somebody else in the shower with me. I had had my eyes closed under the spray and had not heard anything over the noise from the toilet. When I opened my eyes I was surprised to see a rather impressive looking guy about 20 years old under the shower head across from mine. About ten feet separated us, but, because of the cool water, no steam had accumulated and I could see him clearly. About six feet tall, 180 pounds, trim and somewhat muscular, he instantly set my mind in motion. This was the kind of guy I had always seen in my mind when the thoughts about sex came to me. His back and legs were tan, but his butt gleamed almost white as snow in comparison. A light covering of dark hair extended from his ankles up his legs and into his ass crack. Unconsiously, I pulled my swelling dick and felt it begin to rise. Quickly realizing where I was, I turned away to hide myself. I had been at college less than a day and already I was embarrassing myself with my crazy sex dreams. I decided to leave the shower when I remembered the missing towel. Maybe if I went about my business my dick would behave itself and I could get out of here without drawing attention to the problem. I continued rinsing off and tried to think about anything except the gorgeous naked guy ten feet away.
Just as I thought I was getting a handle on the situation a voice called to me. "Hey! Are you one of the new crop moving in?", the young man called to me. Finding the courage to answer I remained facing the shower wall away from him and spoke. "Uh, yeah. I just moved in today." I refused to look at him. My dick was far from erect, but it still seemed too swollen to let anyone see. He continued the conversation. "Man, we sure picked a hot one to do all that heavy lifting, but maybe it will cool off tonight. We can relax a little while the dorm staff goes over the rules at the meeting. I guess you'll be coming?" "Oh, sure, I'll be there," I stammered. Finally, my fear had done its job and my dick was down enough that I thought it OK to leave the shower. As I turned around, the most handsome guy I had ever seen stood across from me smiling and soaping his chest. The same furry covering on his legs also grew across his stomach and chest in just the right proportions. His face was beautiful. His dark hair was wet and slicked back. You couldn't help but see his cock and balls as well. The package was well displayed in its own nest of dark pubic hair which only served to focus my attention. Looking just a little too long, I forced myself to turn my head toward the exit and step out of the shower. My dick began to rise again as I quickly pulled on my bathrobe and tied the belt around my waist. "I'll see you later, man," my visionary lover called from the shower. I left without saying anything. Back in my room I quickly disrobed and began a jack-off session that only lasted about thirty seconds. As my load blasted out all over my chest and stomach, the tension eased a bit. However, I then began to think about how difficult it was going to be just to get by day to day with a living fantasy right here in the dorm. I wasn't sure my mind, or my penis, could take it.
When time came, I joined the crowd downstairs at the dorm meeting. About eighty guys were gathered in the main hall of the dorm, which was not exactly suited for this many people. There was room to move around, but every seat was filled so I sat on the floor along with about forty other guys. I did not immediately see my shower god, but I figured since he looked older, he wasn't a freshman and did not have to attend. The meeting began with the Head Resident going over the general rules of the dorm. As he droned on I began to look around the room at the other residents. Because of the heat, most everyone was wearing shorts and tee shirts. There were a few with tank tops and five with no shirts at all. Several guys had on sandals, but, again, there were several that simply were barefoot. One guy sitting on a couch across the room with his feet up on the coffee table was wearing what appeared to be only a Speedo racing suit. From my angle, he appeared vitually naked. My eyes kept wandering arcross the crowd when I suddenly saw the hunk from the shower. He was standing with three other guys near the front of the room. They appeared to be watching the residents as the HR continued to talk. About that time the HR turned toward the group of four, which included my fantasy guy, and began to introduce them. Listening intently, I heard him say that these guys were Resident Assistants. They were there to help us with anything we might have trouble with or answer any questions. They could also let us into our rooms if we ever got locked out. As the HR pointed at each one, he gave us each one's name and room number. Not paying attention to the first three, I made a mental note when he came to my guy. "And on the third floor, room number 31, Kerry Winters," came the announcement. Kerry smiled and raised his hand as he was introduced. I thought to myself how beautiful he looked. His hair, now dry, was dark and thick with a slight wave as it flowed back over his head. His smile was bright as sunlight and you could tell he was very outgoing by the way he presented himself. His tee shirt was not tight, but you could tell he was built by the way it draped over his shoulders and chest. His crotch bulged slightly in his cutoffs and even from my distance away I thought I could see his dick laying along the left side of his balls. Of course, my dick was now starting to swell again, but because of the crowd I didn't stare too long at Kerry, and it did not become a problem.
The meeting ended and I returned to my room. It was now 7:30 pm and I had not seen any sign of a roommate. I decided that whoever it was must simply be a day late in arriving. I pulled off my shirt and set down to watch a little tv. About half an hour later someone knocked on the door. I got up from the sticky vinyl chair and went to see who was trying to get my attention. I looked through the peephole and about collapsed. Outside my door was my walking wet dream, Kerry. Trying to compose myself, I opened the door. "Hi. I'm Kerry Winters, your RA. I just wanted to introduce myself proper. If there is anything you need, anything at all, just let me know," he said. "Actually, we already met," I added. As soon as I said it I wished my mouth had stayed shut. Now he would remember I was the guy in the shower that afternoon. "Oh, yeah," he answered, grinning. "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on. I forgot to get your name before." "Michael Carter." "Nice to talk to you again, Michael," said Kerry. "That reminds me. I think I have a note here that concerns you," he said, checking the names on the clipboard he was carrying. "Here it is. The guy that was supposed to room with you won't be coming. He changed schools at the last minute to stay closer to home. Unless we need the space, you get this room all to yourself. Lucky break, man." Lucky, indeed, I thought. My mind went immediately to the idea that now I would not have to worry so much about when I could jack-off. I had the place to myself and that was one problem solved. As if he could read my mind, Kerry interrupted my thoughts. "That ought to ease your mind, man. I remember my freshman year and dealing with a roommate. I never had any privacy, if you know what I mean." I could not believe what I was hearing. Was this guy, who I could have literally eaten up, making a comment on young men's sexual habits? He went on, "I had to practically keep a diary of his schedule just to make sure he didn't catch me playing with it. Fortunately, my frustration forced me to overcome my shyness and let nature take its course. Turned out he was having the same problem. We solved it to both our satisfactions." My dick had stiffened noticably as I drew a mental picture of Kerry stroking his meat. He must have seen the bulge before I realized there was anything amiss. "Looks like maybe you need some privacy right now. I'll leave you alone. Again, if there is anything you need later, please let me know." Kerry turned and left my room. I shut the door and cringed thinking that he somehow knew how hot and bothered he made me. I heard him knock on the door across the hall as I lay down across the bed and let my dick completely harden.
It was now 10:00 pm and finding nothing to watch on the unfamiliar local stations, I decided to turn in. Usually, I would have dropped a load before going to bed, but I had done two already since arriving that afternoon. I took off my shoes, socks and shorts, and got right into bed. There still was not much breeze coming through the open windows and I had a hard time getting to sleep. The heat and the constant invasion of images of Kerry in the shower kept me awake long after I normally would have been out cold. After an hour, I was finally feeling on the verge of dropping off when a faint knock at the door awoke me again. I stayed in bed trying to decide if, in fact, the knock was at my door, or someone else's down the hall when the knock came again. Getting up, I went to the door and looked through the peephole. The hall was too dark now to see who was there. Standing in my boxers, I opened the door about three inches to see who it was. Kerry was standing with his back to the door wearing a loose tank top and cotton shorts that clung to his butt like a second skin. As the door opened further, he turned around and smiled. "Did I wake you up, man?" he asked somewhat apologetically. "I didn't mean to keep you from getting to bed, but I wanted to give you some information I forgot about earlier. Can I come in?" I opened the door back and he stepped into the room. Closing the door behind him, he motioned me to sit back down on the bed. He turned on the lamp and pulled up a desk chair to sit close by. I started to reach over for my bathrobe which was thrown over the end of the bed. "Don't put that on just for me. Remember, I have already seen you in the shower today," he reminded me, not that I could ever forget it. I let the robe stay where it was. "I wanted to point out some of the offices around campus that can help you with any financial or academic problems you might develop," he began. "Also, there is a real good counselor at the student center that can help you with any personal problems. I have been to see her on a couple of occasions myself." I could not think of any personal problems that Kerry could ever have, looking as good as he did and with the great personality he had. He continued, "She will listen to anything you have to say and not make any judgements about you. Her advice is good and I can vouch that she really can be a good sounding board if you just need someone to talk to. And when I say anything, I mean anything." Up to this point I had thought this was simply another friendly visit by the RA, but now I began to feel that this conversation was leading somewhere. I finally spoke, "I don't have any problems right now. But thanks for the information. I will try to go see her if anything starts to bother me." "Are you sure, Michael?" Kerry asked. "When I was in here before you seemed to have a problem of sorts. I think you had the same problem this afternoon in the shower." I quickly drew in my breath. Kerry had seen my reaction to him back in the shower. He had seen my dick betray my mind. Now he was confronting me. What should I do? What should I say? I could pretend that it had never happened, but it was too late for that. Kerry had seen me getting hard on two occasions now. The shower and when he was here before. I didn't say anything. I just sat there looking down at the floor.
Kerry put his right hand on my bare shoulder. "Don't worry about it, man. It's OK. I get that way myself sometimes. A hot looking guy down at the pool or on the practice field can get me going in no time." I could not believe what I was hearing. Kerry got hard looking at guys! The same kind of guys that make me hard! I looked up into his face. Kerry was smiling at me. His hand rubbed my shoulder as his other reached for my knee. Was this real or was I having a vivid dream? I shook my head to try and wake up, but, of course, I was awake. I was being touched by another guy who had the same interests as I did. What should I do now? Part of me wanted to run, part of me wanted to scream, part of me wanted to just give up to him. My legs began to shake a little. Kerry could feel me becoming nervous from his attention. In almost a whisper he tried to calm me down. "Its alright, man. Don't be afraid. If you don't want do anything just say so. I understand. I was scared as hell my first time." Oh God! He could even tell I was a virgin. My dick was rockhard and straining at the wasteband of my boxers. Kerry moved his hand farther up my leg. "Look, Michael. My cock is as hard for you as your's is for me." In the light from the lamp I could see a large bulge in the crotch of his shorts which were becoming even tighter than they were before. "I know how difficult it is. I used to be just like you," Kerry explained. "I didn't know if something was wrong with me or what. I went out with girls, but never got excited over them. When I got to college I was so frustrated that I couldn't concentrate on my classes. I was going to fail if I didn't do something about it. I finally went to the counselor I told you about. She said that everyone has to find their own sexuality. Everybody is different to some degree, but, believe it or not, somewhere there is someone who feels just like you. You are not the first guy that ever got a boner in the shower, trust me. My first week here I couldn't take a shower during normal hours because my dick got hard every time I even set foot in the bathroom. Just thinking about all the naked guys, wet and soapy, got me so horny I took showers late at night to avoid been seen. I finally got caught, though. By the RA, no less, who got up one night just to see who kept using the showers at two in morning. He walked in quietly and I was so into my hand-job I didn't hear him coming. He must have stood there while I beat my meat for at least five minutes. When I did realize he was there, he was already naked and stroking his own cock. I was so scared I thought I was going to puke. Just then he let go of his own load and sprayed the shower tiles good. He told me to finish up and he would see me in the morning. He gathered his clothes and left, but I was still so nervous I couldn't finish. I went back to my room and tried to sleep."
Kerry continued his story. "The next day the RA caught me in the hallway and told me to come by his room around 3:00 that afternoon. I had no idea what would happen. I was afraid that maybe I would get kicked out of the dorm, or worse, kicked out of school for what I had done. I went to the RA's room at 3:00. He let me in and I sat down to receive the bad news. He said that because of what I had been doing in the showers so late at night, that a special discipline had been worked out. He would take responsibility for me and that I was to say nothing about what he had to do to correct the situation. I agreed since I felt the worst was over if I wasn't going to be kicked out. He told me to stand up and drop my pants so that he could see just how bad I was abusing myself. I felt very uncomfortable with this, but did as he said. As my pants and jockeys went down he approached me and sat in a chair to one side. "Turn this way," he said. I turned toward him and immediately felt him touch my balls. I flinched, but remained standing. Then I felt his other hand on my cock. He turned it one way, then the other. I looked down to see what his reaction was to my anatomy. He began rubbing by cock and rolling my balls around between his fingers. My cock started to harden even though I thought that might be the wrong thing. I couldn't control it. Pretty soon it was completely hard. I felt his breath as he moved closer. I still didn't know exactly what he was looking for. Suddenly, he simply opened his mouth and swallowed my cock clear down to my bush. The sensation was overwhelming. I wasn't sure what to do. I had heard of blowjobs, but had never even had anyone touch my dick, let alone suck on it. I stood there while he slurped up and down. My only words during the whole ordeal were a rather high-pitched "I'm gonna cum!." He swallowed the whole load. When finished, he told me again to not say anything to anyone, but to come back to his room again at the same time tomorrow. I made sure I was on time. Anyway, after that first encounter, we began to try different things, always with him leading the way. I learned everything I know about man-to-man sex from that guy."
I sat there almost in shock. Kerry had just laid out his whole sex life in front of me and I couldn't believe that he was here with me now. I was still nervous about the whole thing and Kerry seemed to sense it. "I tell you what, Michael. I'll go back to my room. If you want to work on your problem, you know I am willing to help. Believe me, I would really love to help you." Kerry stood up and moved toward the door. Looking back, he added, "I know what you're going through, man. I needed help once, too." He left quietly. I set on the bed not knowing what to do. My dick was still hard, but I didn't want to touch it. Some how, my mind seemed to be turning in circles. I wanted Kerry, but I didn't want to admit it. I lay back on my pillow and tried to work things out in my head. What would happen to me if I went along with my gut feelings? This was only the first day of my college life, and I didn't want to mess it all up by doing something stupid. For the next hour I slowly drifted in and out of sleep, tossing around the bed, not being able to get comfortable.
Just after 1:00 am there was a knock on the door. But this time it was Kerry's door. After a few seconds the door opened and Kerry stood there looking out at me. I finally got the courage to speak. "I wanted to thank you for your offer. I don't know if I am making the right decision or not, but I think I want your help. Or maybe I should say I need your help." I paused, then made up my mind for sure. "Yeah, I need your help. I really need it."
Part Two
Kerry took my hand and pulled me into his room. Because he was an RA, he had a double room all to himself. He turned on a small reading lamp that hung above his bed. The low light gave the room a soft glow. I looked around as Kerry moved over to a chair at the desk. As he put away some papers he had been working on, I took note of the typical college guy stuff that lay around the room. Dirty clothes in one pile, three pairs of Nikes, a towel draped over a rod on the back of the door. The exact same furniture filled his room that filled mine, only he had just one of each piece. My head jerked around as Kerry addressed me. "Michael, sit down and tell me what you want." "I thought you knew what I wanted," I said as I moved over and sat down on the unmade bed. "All that stuff you told me back in my room. That's what I mean." "What I said in your room were my words," explained Kerry. "You have to use your words and tell me what you want." I thought perhaps this was his way of making me face the situation. I decided I had to go along with it. I drew a deep breath and began, "For the last few years I have tried to be what everyone thought I should be. Looking at girls, going out with them, stuff like that. I never got along well that way. I tried, but never seemed to get it right. I can't explain it. I just didn't feel anything towards them." I watched Kerry as he pulled his shirt off and threw it in the pile of clothes over in the corner. He now sat at his desk facing me wearing only his tight shorts from earlier. I could see a bulge in his groin, but he wasn't hard. "Anyway," I continued, "I think about guys. I can't begin to say how many images of guys from school I have tucked in the back of my head. I always thought that was kind of sick, and that if I would try harder, I could find a girl that meant something to me. I figured that once the right girl came along, the images would go away. Unfortunately, the right girl hasn't come along yet." I decided to spill my guts to Kerry. "I still think about guys all the time. You saw what happened when we were in the shower. I saw you in there and the feelings I should have toward girls just overwhelmed me." Kerry stopped me, saying, "Michael, the feelings you have can't be dictated by someone else or directed toward people that they don't apply to. If you have feelings toward guys, that's OK, but don't confuse those feelings with emotions you have been told only apply to girls. Don't torture yourself trying to force emotions on people that haven't caused those emotions to arise. You can't force yourself to love or care for somebody just because everyone around you expects you to. Love can only come naturally between people who truly have those emotional connections between them. Go ahead and tell me some more."
I went on, "When I saw you the first time, in the shower, naked and wet, I wanted to touch you so bad. I wanted to feel your wet skin slide against me. I wanted to feel your muscles, your hair, and, uh," I hesitated, " ...your cock. I wanted you to know how I felt. But I have never said anything like this before to anybody. I couldn't say anything then. I didn't even know your name. My dick gave me away, I guess." Kerry answered, "Oh, yeah, your dick gave you away. I could tell by the way you were standing with your cute ass toward me and your front to the wall that you were trying to hide something. Being naked, though, you couldn't have been hiding anything but your hard-on. I didn't tell you, but I moved over far enough in the shower while you were turned away to get a pretty good look. Nice piece, by the way." I blushed and my face grew hot as fire. I began to sweat. I also began to get hard again. Kerry said, "I wasn't sure at first whether I had caused your hard-on, but later, at your room, you confirmed my suspicions by throwing another boner." I blushed again. I hoped Kerry couldn't see my red face in the dim light. "In fact," he added, "I think you're getting hard again right now."
Up to this point I wasn't sure how far Kerry would want to go. I had tried to mentally prepare myself for anything, but was still caught offguard when he moved over to the bed next to me. Sitting on my right, he put his left arm around my shoulders and pulled us together slightly. Whispering in my ear he said, "I think maybe you're ready for some advanced help. Take off your clothes." I had put on my bathrobe to make my way to his room and had kept it on up to this point. I stood up and pulled loose the knot holding the robe together in the front. I let the top slide off my shoulders and laid it over the chair Kerry had been sitting in at the desk. "Nice body, man," Kerry said, looking at me from the back. He had leaned back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. "Turn around." I turned to face him, my hard cock pushing out my boxers as far as they would go. I could see Kerry's cock clearly under the tight shorts. He rubbed his hand casually over the length of his hard-on. "Go on, man. Let's see what you've got." I put my thumbs under the waistband of my last article of clothing and hesitated. "This is a first for me," I said. "Nobody has ever seen me hard before." "I saw a little of it in the shower," Kerry corrected me. "Stop teasing me, Michael. Show me your cock." I pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them. A small drop of clear liquid was beginning to form in the hole in the end of my cock. "You're beautiful, Michael. You probably could have had any girl you wanted if she had seen your cock," Kerry insisted. I had never given it much thought. I had never even got hard for a girl. "OK," I said. "Show me yours." Kerry hooked his thumbs inside the tight shorts and raised his hips off the bed. In one fluid motion, he pushed off the restricting material and threw it into the corner. His cock was as good looking at the rest of him. Fully erect, it was about 7 inches long and slightly darker than the surrounding skin tone of his untanned lower abs and upper legs. It stood almost straight up above his balls, which were covered in the same dark hair that flowed over his legs and chest. I could see his balls loosen and contract as he continued to rub his cock. Kerry moved lengthwise on the bed with his back to the wall. "Lay down, Michael." I did as he asked and moved onto the bed next to him. Laying on my back, with my head on the pillow, I could watch my cock throb and begin to drip pre-cum onto my stomach. Kerry was leaning on his left elbow against my side. He moved his right hand to my chest and began a circular motion over my skin. Moving from one nipple to the next, he coaxed them into hard points under his fingers. He nuzzled my neck, kissing and licking across my throat. I was not sure how to respond. Every emotion I had every felt while jacking off to naked guys in my head flooded my mind all at once. I was shaking, sweating, and feeling real good all at once. I had closed my eyes to try and control myself when I felt Kerry's hand move lower. He continued the rubbing motion on my stomach, especially around my navel. I could feel his fingers pulling the few hairs that had grown in just below it during the last few months. Other than that I had no hair on my chest. Kerry's chest hair, though, was causing my side to tingle with new sensations. With my eyes still closed, I felt his breath move from my neck to my face. His lips lightly brushed mine. I involuntarily tried to follow his lips with my own as his mouth moved across my face. Finally making a tentative move, I placed my left hand against his head and felt his thick hair, running my fingers through it. He moved his mouth back over mine and paused. He whispered to me, "Michael." "Oh, God," I whispered back. I knew there was no turning back now. I wanted him to take me any way he desired. He pressed his mouth to mine. I pressed back against him. I felt his lips, his tongue, his beard stubble. I breathed in his scent, filling my head with the aroma of soap, sweat, and shampoo. He brushed his hand against my cock, which, by now, was so hard it hurt. Running his fingers through the pre-cum puddled on my stomach, he took my cock in his hand, sliding up and down its length about three times. I exploded with an orgasm that almost bent me double. As his hand continued its journey back and forth I unloaded my balls with a blast that went over my left shoulder. The next splattered on my upper chest. Successive shots coated my stomach and, finally, Kerry's hand. He rubbed the slippery jizz over my cock as the eruption abated. My dick stayed hard as he lightly stroked it. I opened my eyes. Kerry was smiling at me. "Fuck," I said, breathing deeply. Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on the pillow. Kerry laughed lightly at my response and placed his head next to mine on the pillow.
"God, Michael, I've never seen anybody shoot a load like that. You must have been saving it up," said Kerry as I came down from the first orgasm not produced under my own power. Little did he know of my earlier jack-off sessions. He reached up and began rubbing the thinning cum into my chest and stomach. Smearing his fingers through one particularly large puddle, he raised his hand to my mouth. When I didn't immediately open my mouth Kerry paused. "Come on, open up. Don't tell me you have never tasted your own cum before. Every guy should taste his own load at least once. How else is he going to know whether he should feed it to anybody else?" asked Kerry. I parted my lips slightly and pushed out my tongue. Kerry wiped his hand down my tongue and I pulled in the slimy ejaculate. I quickly made a face and momentarily gagged. As I swallowed my jizz the taste spead out in my mouth. I could not see how anyone would think this was a good thing. My expression told Kerry everything. "Well," he said, "you may have to get used to it. And not everybody tastes the same." Sitting up, Kerry looked down at my dick which was only half hard now. "Let's try something else. One of my favorites."
Moving down the bed he positioned himself between my legs, pushing them apart to allow him room to work. He began by rubbing my cock which instantly hardened back to its full six and one-half inches. With the other hand he began rubbing up and down my inner thighs, tingling the hairs. Every once in a while he would rub my balls. My cock was leaking again in no time. Kerry made use of my flow by rubbing his thumb over the head of my cock, making it slick with pre-cum. I laid my head back onto the pillow and enjoyed the incredible sensations he was causing throughout my groin. I heard a sucking sound and looked to find Kerry wetting his fingers on one hand with his mouth. He bent down and with his elbows extended pushed his arms under both legs and lifted. As my legs rolled up toward my chest I instinctively grabbed both knees to hold them up. My entire ass, along with my cock and balls, was now fully exposed for Kerry's attention. He continued rubbing up and down my hard shaft and began a slow massage around my asshole with his wet fingers. I was quickly heading toward another orgasm. Kerry seemed to see it in my face and let go of my cock. With one hand on my ass and the second one now on my balls I moved back from the brink. After a few seconds, Kerry spit into his hand to add more lube to my ass. The feelings were undescribable. "How are you feeling, Michael?" Kerry asked. I moaned deeply, not being able to actually form any words. "Then I think you are really going to like this." Simultaneously, Kerry sucked my cock into his mouth and pushed a slick finger into my ass. I could feel the wet heat of Kerry's mouth and tongue as he sucked my cock hard and fast. His finger pushed and pulled its way in and out of my asshole, lighting a fire in my gut. Kerry added another finger which increased the pleasure I was feeling from mind numbing to fucking fantastic! All of a sudden I seized up. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once. My ass clamped down on the invading digits and my cock unloaded into Kerry's sucking throat. I writhed in extreme pleasure, bucking my hips trying to fuck Kerry's mouth even more deeply. His fingers plunged as far as they could up my stretched hole. The cumming seemed to last forever, but Kerry never left his post. Even after I stopped my thrashing he continued to suck and finger fuck my ass. Finally, slowing to a stop, Kerry set back up. He pulled his hand away from my asshole and bent forward. Meeting him halfway, we kissed sloppily. He fed me my own cum, this time with his tongue. I lapped it up like a kitten. Somehow, it seemed more palatable this time.
We lay together about a minute. Kerry moved to the end of the bed and stood up. As I tried to go over in my head everything that had happened so far, I watched him go to his dresser and remove something, which, from my vantage point, I thought maybe was toothpaste. As Kerry approached the bed again I could see his cock standing full and hard. It stood almost vertical, with a slight curve out over his balls and up toward his stomach. Kerry sat on the bed and I could now see what he had pulled from the dresser drawer. KY. I swallowed hard. I knew what was coming up, and was getting nervous again. Sucking me off was one thing, but taking his more than ample meat up my cherry ass was something else altogether. "OK, Michael," he said, looking directly into my eyes. "Now its time for you to help me as well." I swallowed hard again. Kerry could sense my anxiousness. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. As easy as you took my fingers you shouldn't have any trouble with my cock. It may feel uncomfortable at first, but as you stretch open it will start to fell better and better. Pull your legs up again." I did as he instructed. My ass was now exposed to him fully. He opened the tube and squeezed out a large glop onto his fingers. Placing his hand back to my ass he pushed in slow with two fingers. It seemed a tight fit, but it didn't hurt. Moving his hand in and out, he would occassionally add more lube. Eventually, I could tell my hole had opened even wider. "I have three fingers inside, now, Michael," Kerry informed me. "How does that feel?" "Good," I answered. Actually, it was feeling great, but I was afraid to respond too enthusiastically. "You're ready, man. Ready for a man's cock up your ass," Kerry informed me, grinning. He pulled his fingers out and I immediately felt the void. Pulling the pillow up under my head, I propped myself up a little more. I watched as Kerry moved into position at my hole. He squeezed some more lube onto the head his pulsing meat, took aim, looked me right in the eye, and pushed. As his cock touched my hole I tensed up. "Try and relax, man. You're gonna love it," he reassured me. I willed my butt to relax as best I could and felt Kerry's fullness invade my soul. I just laid there with my mouth hanging open as he continued to press into me. After about three good pushes I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass. He was all the way home. My asshole was stretched farther than I ever thought it could go. The feeling was like nothing I had every imagined. Kerry moved his hands to my chest and began pulling and pinching my nipples. I groaned loudly. Slowly, Kerry moved his hips side to side. He continued to look at me, studying my reactions as his hardness seemed to fill my whole body. My ass clamped tightly as I felt him start to pull out. "Oh, God! Your ass is so good," Kerry whispered into my ear. Pulling his cock out about half way, he quickly changed directions and plunged back in. My ass was generating heat I could feel radiating in all directions. I hoped Kerry could feel it too. He waited a few seconds after pushing back into the depths of my hole, then leaned close again. Our mouths met in a lingering kiss. Leaning over to my ear, Kerry whispered the words I can still hear to this day ringing in my memories of that first time. "Hang on, man. You're about to get fucked."
Kerry began to fuck me in ernest. A slow pull almost all the way out, then a slow slide all the way in. My ass took on a life of its own, griping and milking his cock like a baby sucking a bottle. I knew I was in fuck heaven when on one particularly deep stroke, his cockhead brushed my prostate. I let out a high- pitched whine which only served to increase Kerry's lust. He fucked faster and harder, trying to bury himself within me. He continued to alternately rub and pinch my reddened nipples. My cock was rock hard again and dripping copius amounts of pre-cum. Every inward thrust of Kerry's fantastic fucking made a new dewdrop appear at the end of my dick, to slowly accumulate until gravity pulled the nectar down to join the enlarging puddle on my stomach. Kerry continued to speed his assault on my asshole. I was wrapped in a fog of unbelievable feelings when I heard Kerry speak again. "Work your cock, man. I'm getting really close. Try to cum with me," Kerry panted. Sweat was running down his face, neck, chest and arms, dripping onto my sweat soaked body. His groin slapped my ass with each thrust of his cock. I grabbed my meat, and lubed with the pre-cum, jacked it for all I was worth. "Fuck, Michael! This is it! I'm cumming, man; cumming up your sweet, fucking ass!" My hand was a blur on my cock. Kerry pushed one last time as far in as he could and my cum came blasting out of my cock as violently as the first time that night. Kerry continued to fuck me as we both held onto our orgasms as long as possible. I could feel his juice trickle out of my ass from around his cock and run down my crack, adding to the sweaty mess on his sheets. His movement slowly stopped. Leaning down again, he pressed his chest into mine, cementing us together with my load. "Well," he asked, "did that seem to help?" I looked into his eyes. "Thank you. I needed that more than I ever thought possible."
Kerry and I laid in his bed talking about all the feelings that I had had over the last ninety minutes. He told me some more about his earlier times, this time adding some stories of the sex play with his horny roommate that first year. We finally realized what a mess we had made of his bed, and decided to take a shower, which, to me, seemed to complete the circle. My first encounter with Kerry had been only about seven hours ago in the shower. Now here I was with him again, in the shower. Except this time I wasn't shy about looking at him or letting him see me. He had sucked my dick, fucked my ass, and generally made me feel better than I could ever imagine. With the hour so late, no one else was in the shower, but with the communal setting we couldn't be sure somebody wouldn't walk in on us. We did steal a few kisses, though, and Kerry playfully ran his hands over my cock and ass a couple of times. We finished with the shower and wrapped towels around our waists for the short walk back to our separate rooms. I looked longingly at Kerry, who continuously smiled at me. Just before we parted for the remainder of the short night, I asked him, "When can I see you again? I am sure I will need your help with something later." "You're right, Michael. You do need help in a couple of things. Like, maybe sucking cock and fucking my ass in return," Kerry said to my inquiry. "I'll come to your room next time. We can use the extra bed. Remember, I have a pass key to everybody's room, so when I get time I'll just let myself in." I promised him I would be waiting. I knew I would never get tired of asking for help.
PART THREE
Kerry and I continued having sex until he graduated two years later. By that time I had found, with Kerry's help, several other partners that shared our interests. I missed Kerry after he was gone. We had become bonded together in a way, more than just lovers, but not like a married couple. He was very special in my life just when I needed someone like him the most. Now, four years after I had last seen him, Kerry was back in my head. This time, though, I was doing the teaching; teaching the things Kerry had taught me that first night in the dorm.
I had gone to the door that cool October night and did not immediately recognize the young man standing outside my apartment. "Michael?" he asked when I opened the door. "Michael! How are you, dude?" He obviously knew me, but I was still trying to place his face. It was somewhat familiar. "I'm Tommy. Tommy Wagner, from your hometown, remember?" he asked excitedly. "Tommy? God, man, you've grown up. Come on in," I said as memories of a much younger boy flashed in my head. I had been away from my hometown for several years now. I had stayed in my college town to work during the summers and now lived even further away in a larger city where the job opportunities were much better. I only returned home now and again for short visits to see my mom and dad. "Sit down, man," I motioned to the couch. Tommy took off his coat and made himself comfortable on one end while I sat back down on the other. "What are doing way up here? And why did you come see me when I know a young guy like you must have better things to do than look up old church camp buddies," I quizzed him. "I came up for the weekend," he answered. "I have a cousin that lives here and some other friends, too. I found out that you live in the city and decided to pay you a visit. I hope I'm not interrupting any of your plans." That was Tommy alright. Cordial to a fault. As he sat there, we talked about the hometown, the school, the camp we used to attend together. I took notice of Tommy closer now than I ever had before. Now eighteen and out of high school, he had grown up nicely. Thick dirty-blond hair that hung over his ears and collar, which he pushed back behind both ears to keep out of his face. Typical young man's clothes: baggy jeans, pullover sweatshirt, red and white Converse high-tops. His face was clear and his eyes bright. I could tell he was a decent kid, not into drugs or booze, or at least not to excess. His clothes were all loose enough that I couldn't really get a good sense of any definition, but he appeared trim and fit from what little I could make out. "You want anything to eat or drink? I have some pizza left over from earlier and I have some Cokes in the fridge," I asked him. "I already had dinner, thanks. I would take a Coke, though," Tommy replyed. Walking to the kitchen area I got two Cokes out of the refrigerator. "By the way," I inquired, "how did you find my apartment, or even know I lived in the city?" I did not give out my address to just anybody, and I could not think how Tommy could have got it. Even my parents had not been to my place, and my mailing address was a post office box. "My cousin, the one I was going to stay with, knows a guy that went to school with you. Brad Chambers." That name hit me like a rock up side my head. Brad Chambers had been the first guy I had fucked around with after Kerry had graduated. Actually, Kerry had sort of set me up with Brad. We hit it off pretty good and the sex had been fantastic, though not quite what it had been with Kerry. Brad and I had become good friends, but I had not seen as much of him since we left school. He had been to my place a couple of times, both of which ended up with us in bed, fucking our brains out. I wondered if Tommy knew about me and Brad? "You know Brad pretty good?" I asked. Tommy glanced at me briefly, then looked down at the floor. "Not real good," he told me. "But he has told me a few things about you." It was obvious to me that Tommy was getting anxious about something. I decided to not drag it out any longer. "Did Brad tell you I'm gay?" I asked Tommy straitforwardly. "Yes," he answered quietly. "Does that bother you, being here with me?" I asked further. Tommy looked up at me. His eyes told me more than he could possible have summed up in an answer. I had seen this look before. Guys get this look when they want something, but can't bear to bring themselves to ask for it. Like the first time you went to buy condoms and lube. They get nervous, light-headed, sweaty, and scared. "Tommy?" I asked again. "Michael," he finally responded, "I'm gay, too."
Now I knew what he had come for. He wanted to know about being gay. Maybe he wanted to do more than talk about it; maybe he wanted to do something about it. "Tommy," I said, "tell me again why you came to see me. And this time tell the truth." I sat back down on the couch, this time a little closer to him. "I, uh, ...uh," he stammered, quite nervously. His feet shuffled back and forth and he seemed to be having trouble finding a good place to put his hands. "What?" I asked again. He stared back at the floor, trying to calm down. "I came to see you because I thought you were my friend and, ...and," he paused in mid sentence, "and I wanted to ask you to have sex with me." I sat looking at this beautiful young man trying to sort out my thoughts. He wanted to have sex with me, someone he hadn't seen in at least three or four years. I was not sure how to respond at first. "Why did you pick me?" I asked. "Wasn't there somebody closer to home or one of your school buddies that turn you on, or how about Brad, or even your cousin?" This time he spoke quickly, "None of the guys from school seem to be receptive. I don't know Brad well enough and my cousin is pure hetero. We did jack-off once together on a family camping trip, but afterwards he was real shy around me. We didn't even touch each other, just kept our hands to ourselves. When I found out from Brad that the Michael Carter he was talking about was you I made plans to find my way here and try to seduce you." Tommy was obviously embarrassed about the whole plan. He stood up and grabbed his coat. "I better leave. This was really a crazy idea," he said as he stepped toward the door. "Don't leave," I said. "There is nothing crazy about what you did. You're just a horny kid. And I am your friend." I walked over to him by the door and put my hands on his shoulders from behind. I ran my hands down his chest and gently hugged him. "And I love to be seduced." He turned around in my arms and, trembling, brought his mouth to mine and gave me a quick kiss. He immediately pulled away slightly, embarrassed again. "It's OK. We can do what ever you want. When do you have to be back at your cousin's?" I inquired, wondering how much time we would have together. "Actually," he stated, "I didn't tell him I was coming up tonight. He isn't expecting me until tomorrow." "Good boy," I said smiling.
I took Tommy's coat and put it back in a chair. "Come with me," I said, tugging on Tommy's hand. I led him back to my bedroom and turned on a table lamp. Tommy sat down in the only chair across from the bed while I walked over and closed the curtains. I turned back towards him. Tommy was nervously looking around the room. "Have you thought about what you want to do with me?" I asked him. He quickly looked up to my face. "I don't know exactly," he answered. "Remember, I have never really done anything with another guy." "OK," I responded, "Think about what you would want done to you and then do those things to me. But first let's get you naked." Tommy blushed a bright crimson at my suggestion. "Take off your shoes and socks and then stand up," I directed. Tommy did as I said. Damn, I thought, he even has cute feet. Walking back over directly in front of him I began by pulling up his sweatshirt and reaching for his belt. Tommy flinched slightly as I pulled his belt open, then undid his jeans. Pushing his jeans down to his knees, I found him wearing pale blue jockeys which bulged obscenly from his rising cock. He stepped out of his jeans as I pulled his sweatshirt over his head. "You are one cute kid," I said, stepping back to look at him standing there in only his briefs. His chest was well defined, but not bulging with muscles. His arms and legs were the same way. A wet spot was forming at the end of his dick still trapped inside the tight jockeys. "Show me the rest, Tommy," I instructed. Pushing his thumbs under the waistband of the briefs, he pushed down his last article of clothing to his ankles and stepped out of them. His hard cock slapped up against his stomach as it came free of the undergarment. About six and a half inches long, standing almost straight up and throbbing in time to his heartbeat, his cock perfectly matched
the rest of his fantastic youthful body. I sighed loudly, thinking how much fun this was going to be. "Now you do me," I told him. Tommy began by unbuttoning by shirt and sliding it off my shoulders. As he went, I felt his hands roam over sides and back. After my shirt hit the floor, he moved his hands back up to my chest feeling the hair which had grown in over the last few years. He rubbed his fingers over both nipples, quickly bring them to hard points. "God, this is too much," he said in a low voice. "I didn't realize how sexy a guy's body would feel." "Keep going," I encouraged him. He took the waist of my pants, undid the button and zipper, then lowered them to the floor. My boxers tented out as my dick swelled to its maximum size. "Jesus Christ," Tommy said, looking at my crotch, "Your dick is huge." "Actually, it's about the same size as your's," I stated. He pulled my boxers out and over my cock, pushing them down to my feet. He leaned in close enough to take a deep breath. "I could get off just from the smell," he added. I moved over to the bed and set down. Tommy bent down and pulled my socks off. "Can I feel your legs?" he asked tentatively. "Do anything you want, please," I quickly shot back. He ran his hands over my feet and up my legs, stopping short of my cock and balls. I could tell he was studying my body. "You are so much more manly than I am," Tommy said. "I hope I grow out as good as you have." I felt myself becoming proud of the way I had taken care of my appearance. I had put on several pounds of muscle during my college years and had tried to keep it by going to the gym at least twice a week since.
I pulled myself up onto the bed and lay back against the headboard, propping a pillow behind me. "Have you decided what you want to do first?" I asked my willing student. Looking into my eyes he answered with one word. "Yes." With that he leaned over and licked the head of my cock. The initial jolt of sensation made me tighten up. He looked up into my eyes again as if waiting for approval. "Go ahead, Tommy," I assured him, "suck my cock." And he did. Not wasting any time, he bent over my meat and practically inhaled it. He pulled back up as he realized it would take some practice to stay down very long without taking a breath, but continued to suck and lick my cock like he was eating a popcicle. It was not the best head I had ever had, but it was more than enough to get me to the edge, especially coming from this particular young man. I debated in my head whether to let him go all the way or stop him early so we could try something else, but my cock had already made up its mind. "Oh fuck," I almost screamed, "I'm gonna cum!" Tommy moaned something unintelligible through his mouth full of cock and my orgasm started. The first shot of jizz must have gone right down his throat, it was so strong. I could tell from Tommy's reaction to my cumming that the feel of my cum in his mouth was something he had wanted for a long time. As the pulses of juice slowed to a trickle, he continued sucking and swirling his tongue around the head of my cock trying to get every little swimmer. He swallowed several times taking my guys into his body like they were his only salvation. Eventually, after my cock deflated to about half its former size, he pulled off and again looked into my eyes. Smiling down at his face, his lips wet with spit and cum, his hair having fallen into his eyes, he looked like a perfect fucking angel. "Was it OK?" he asked. My broad smile gave him his answer. Tommy smiled back at me, kissing the head of my cock.
Tommy moved up the bed alongside of me and gently kissed my cheek. "I can't believe I just sucked another guy's cock. It was so good. I loved the way it felt in my mouth and in my hand, so hot and meaty. And I loved your cum; it was better than mine tastes." I turned onto my side facing him. "You eat your own load?" I inquired. "Oh, yeah," Tommy answered. "I've eaten my own cum since I started jacking off back in eighth grade. I just sort of grew accustomed to finishing my sessions by swallowing everything I could gather up with my fingers." I ran my hand over his chest and stomach, pausing at each nipple to twist and pull them into hard little knots. Tommy seemed to like the attention. He rolled over onto his back to give me more room to work. I began to lick and suck along his neck and shoulders, slowly moving my hand lower. When I felt the tip of his cock against my hand, I moved into position and pressed my mouth onto his. He responded with a slight moan and pushed back against my kissing lips. Soon, our tongues were engaged in a wet, slippery wrestling match. First I would push into his mouth, tasting all there was left of my own sperm, then he would push back into mine, trying to lick every tooth in my head. My hand had gripped his engorged cock and started to slide up and down on it when Tommy pulled away slightly. "I don't want to cum yet," he said as he took my hand away from his beautiful flesh. "There is something else I want to try first, if you don't mind." "How could I say no to such a good looking young man?" I said. "What do want to do now?" He hesitated a moment, closing his eyes. I could tell he was trying to make a decision that could change his life forever. After about ten seconds, his eyes opened again. He leaned up and kissed me hard again, then commited himself to his decision. "Make me a man, Michael. Fuck me."
I looked back into Tommy's eyes and could see the combination of fear and excitement mixing in his mind. "That sounds great. I want to see you shoot your load with my cock up your virgin ass. I think you should be on top for your first time so you can take it the way you want it," I told him. He sat up in the middle of the bed waiting for further instructions. I reached over to the night stand and pulled some condoms and lube from the top drawer. I was more careful these days than I had been back in college. >From the middle drawer I pulled out a small dildo. "You can use this to open up a little before taking my whole cock up your butt. I'll just sit here and watch while you get ready," I said. Tommy took the items from me and looked them over. "What should I do first?" he asked. "Grease your hole with your fingers using the lube. When you think you're ready fuck yourself with the dildo. When the dildo seems to small to your ass, you can use my cock to replace it," came my explicit instructions. "Have you ever done anything with your asshole before?" "Nothing serious," Tommy explained. "I use my fingers once in a while. One time, I tried to fuck myself with a carrot, but it was too thin. I didn't get much good out of it." "My cock will feel a lot different than a carrot," I replied, laughing slightly. "That's what I'm counting on," Tommy said lustfully. I watched as he opened the tube of jelly and squeezed some onto the fingers of his left hand. Bending over and resting on his right elbow, he placed his lubricated fingers into his crack, moving them around the rim of his pink hole. The skin and small amount of hair framing his pucker glistened in the lamp light. He started probing with his middle finger first, pushing into his hole about an inch. He applied more pressure and his finger slipped in another inch. Continuing at this pace he quickly had his finger as far in as it would go. He began to make a quiet humming noise. After a couple of minutes he pulled his hand away and applied some more lube to his finger tips. Returning to his hole, this time he pushed in two fingers. The humming got a little louder. All this time my cock was full to bursting. I stroked it with my right hand, anticipating the hot hole that was being readied for it. Tommy, had, by now, taken up the dildo and was rubbing up and down his crack gathering lube to make a new assault on his ass. Not much bigger around than his two fingers that had been inside him, the dildo was, however, quite a bit longer. Deciding it was wet enough, he placed the rounded end against his rosebud and, without stopping, jammed to entire length into his ass. "OH!" he squealed, and pulled back slightly on the invading appliance. "That was longer than I thought," he explained. "I'll have to work on taking it that far." Tommy continued exercising his hole with the slick little toy. As he would push and pull it, he would also twist it and move it from side to side. His ass was becoming much more responsive to sensations he was causing himself. "You were right," he said, "the more I fuck myself the less I can feel it. I think I'm ready for something much bigger." I moved over into themiddle of the bed and lay back again on the pillow against the headboard. "Suit me up, lover," I said, handing Tommy the rubber. He moved back slightly, opening the small package. "Drop a little lube onto my cock first, then slide the condom over it," I instructed. By now I was quite anxious to feel my dick up this gorgeous boy's ass and my cock had begun to drip pre-cum again. He readied my cock and moved back over my chest. I felt my cock slide up along the small of his back as he sat down against my stomach. Leaning over, we kissed again. Along with his hot tongue dancing in my mouth, I could feel the cool lube from around his hole, but also the heat he was generating that would soon be surrounding my hardness. "Let's do it, man," I whispered into his ear. He raised up , moving his smooth cheeks over my cock. I reached down to hold it into position. Very slowly, Tommy lowered himself down to meet my cock. As it came in contact with his greased pucker he began to breathe in short, quick breaths. I looked into his eyes. "Do it." With that he simply let go with his legs and his hot ass swallowed my meat clear to my pubes. He stared straight ahead with his mouth wide open. I couldn't tell immediately if he was hurt or merely stunned. Closing his mouth, he began to concentrate on the feelings within his body. He moved upwards about three inches then sat back down. I was in heaven. My hard dick was fucking the tightest, smoothest, and hottest piece of boy pussy that I had ever had. I reached up and placed my hands onto Tommy's thighs. He pulled up again, this time a little farther, held his position about three seconds, then slid his ass down the length of my cock again. He finally spoke, although most people would probably call it a scream, "OH GOD! I can't believe how great this is! I should have been fucked years ago!"
By now he had begun a consistent rhythm of up and down movements. I started to add my own small thrusts up into his ass to meet him halfway. Tommy quickly became a confirmed buttfucker. He added small side-to-side movements as he would fuck himself on me, and he had started to hum again. His eyes were closed. He was sweating. I watched him intently as his pleasure seemed to spread out all over his body. I moved my hands along his legs, up his chest, across his shoulders, and finally back to his chest where I tweaked his nipples into hard points again. This only intensified his reactions. He continued his fuck at a little faster pace. His humming had become a louder whining, seeming to eminate from deep within his chest. His cock was so hard it looked like it might tear open at the slightest touch. Rivers of pre-cum poured from the head of his cock. He again quickened his movements. Moving his right hand onto his cock, he stroked up and down tightly. "Pinch my tits!" he commanded. I followed his orders, continuing the nipple action. My own body was now telling me that orgasm was iminent. "This is it, babe," I told him. "I gonna cum up that sweet fucking ass of yours. Keep going... keep going...AHHHH!" My load was spewing into the scumbag, Tommy was humping himself faster and faster, and beating his meat like there was no tomorrow. "Michael, I'm gonna blow!" the young man yelled. Cum boiled out of his cock, shooting straight over my head. The next two shots splattered across my neck. He kept up the fuck movement while he unloaded a magnificent pool of jism all over my chest and stomach. Finally, after about two minutes of cumming, yelling, and thrashing around, he slowed to a gentle swaying motion over my spent dick. He opened his eyes and looked into my face. I could tell without him saying a word that this had been exactly what he had wanted. He breathed heavily and lowered his chest down onto mine, squeezing out the thinning juice between our bodies. My shrinking dick was soon pushed out of his ass as it contracted back to its ususal state. I wrapped my arms around Tommy's back and we laid there for some time. We did not talk. I knew talk would come later. After a few minutes I realized Tommy was asleep. I kissed his neck and rolled him over onto the bed. Getting up, I walked toward the bathroom to clean up. Looking back at the young man, I hoped that our sex had added something to our relationship and that it would somehow help Tommy with the kind of person he wanted to be. I knew my first time with Kerry had changed so many things that, for a while, my life was more complicated than ever. Over time, though, everything fell into place for me. I wished the same for this fantastic young man. He came to me needing help. I wanted to think I had been able to provide it.
Now here I am, watching Tommy sleep. I had dosed off a couple of times during the last two hours. I was now awake again, going over all the thoughts and emotions again that I had played back in my head a hundred times. My first sex with Kerry years ago and now with Tommy earlier tonight. After all the fucks and cocks I had had over that span of time, I still had to admit to myself again that it wasn't just a crazy dream. It was real and it was good. Above all, I still needed it.
THE END
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