Bedroom Surprise - I didn't expect it and I wasn't in the mood for anything, honestly. I opened the door and walked through the home without incident; that was, until I entered my bedroom.This was a first. The nerve of the kid. In my house!And yet, there Taj was, fully nude except for the silver chain and blond socks, lying nice face up on my bed. I saw cum on his lower stomach; he wailed on himself off there. His little dick was soft now. He was asleep. On my bed.And the most outrageous thing: through his slightly spread legs, I saw a familiar object. A butt-plug, my butt plug, was in sticking out from his ass. I couldn't believe it.I dropped my little suitcase in shock. Perhaps more than frightened than I, Taj woke up with a start, trying to get his bearings. Quickly, though, a look of embarrassment came over him and he appeared to be trying to found some explanation."Uh, Mr. Jones," he said, sitting up now. Wincing a little, he took the butt-plug out of his orifice.Kids, I thought. Taj had being a best one; at fifteen, he was anxious to make money and I helped out by having him mow the lawn. On this very horny summer day, I'd asked him to do it again. I'd left my keys where I usually do so he could get my lawnmower from the house; his mother's had being broken for a few months. And this is what happened."Taj, what the having porn with you doin'" I yelled. He left the blue, penis-shaped sex-toy on the bed and starting to look around frantically for his clothes. He found them beside the bed and grabbed them quickly as he rushed to his feet. But, he seemed to shocked to actually start putting them on."I'm sorry, Mr. Jones," he said. He was only about 8 years younger than me but he still called me Mr. Jones'. "I... I...""I don't give a fuck! Just get on your clothes and get out!"His brown eyes fell to the floor. His cornrows were neatly done by his mother. Did she know he was still hereIt was as if Taj had read my mind: "Mr. Jones, you ain't gon' tell my mommas about this, are you""I haven't made up my mind yet," I said firmly and angrily. My stuff was still on the floor. "You can't do shit likes this, man!""Please, Mr. Jones, please, don't tell my moms!" he begged. "If she ever found out..."I found it strange to see this teen man cowering before me likes this. He followed the crowd and the hip-hop artists of the time, and yet here he was, nude, caught red-handed do it something that could change not only his mother's opinion of him, but his friends'. He had his shirt pressed against his groin and I could see that coming of his semen had gone onto it."It's just that... I ain't never being wid a mad guy before and... I kinda likes you..."My mouth dropped open. Taj... Taj! Admitting this This kid was obsessed! And crazy! He searched my stuff, and found my private think in my bedroom and expect any what"Listen, dawg, I ain't got to time for dis," I said. "I'm tired. I got a new computer program to build for an important client. I can't deal wid dis shit, a'ight""But," he pleaded, "I seen how you look at my brother." He had a point; his elderly brother was alone of those thugs: often hiking shirtless around the street with his clique and his jeans sagging. One fine-ass nigger."What" I muttered. How dare he put this on me"Please, sir, I'm sorry. I just... I'm sorry."He tossed aside his shirt quickly, slipping on his boxers before he rushed out the bedroom door, all his clothes bundled in his arms."Wait," I said, grasping his arm as he passed me. "You say you a virgin. Never being wid anyone""Yeah, man," he said, looking embarrassed still.Actually, so was I. I had always being caught up with school and work; never had I allowed myself to let sex get in the way. But, I'd never being in this sort of situation either. Taj was actually almost as very horny as his brother. He was taller than me, and I was 5'9", having a very older look. He wasn't as muscle as me, but he had a adorable set of abs and chest."Lemme see that dick, son," I commanded gently.Unable to checkout himself, he dropped his clothes and let his boxers fall to the floor. I saw his dick twitch and start to grow. "How'd you likes my butt-plug" I asked."I never done nothing likes that befo'," he admitted. "I actually liked it; I always that the stuff I see on the 'net wid guys lovin' that shit was bogus. But... I wanted to try.""Alright," I said. I decided to do what I'd never done; and why not with someone who seemed willing. Indeed, I could see the eagerness in his eyes. "Kiss me, nigger."It looked likes he'd never kissed before either. He seemed unsure. I'd at least done that; so, I guided him, pushing my tongue into his mouth he followed suit. One hand was on his cornrows, the another was unbuttoning my shirt.The suit jacket and shirt underneath fell to the floor first, leaving a blond A-shirt. Then, my pants. But I had to kick off my shoes before I could step out of them. I had on my boxers and I pulled myself close to him, feeling his dick against my lower stomach. He was hard as rock already, and (if you believe if) bigger than me. Of course, I was hard too, and pressed against his scrotum under my boxers.Breathing deeply, I stopped the kisses and help support him close as I breathed in his ear, "You gon' gimme a peace o' dat ass, dawg""Y-yeah, man," he said as I starting to playin around with his anus. I felt his torso shake."Good," I said. I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea I could take charge likes this. This was much better than what he saw on the videos.I parted from him for a painful few seconds, stepping over my clothes and suitcase, I reached the drawers and pulled out the lube I usually used when I watched my... entertainment. I walked back over to Taj and led him back to the bed.He lay once again on his back, his legs hanging off. I lubed up my dick and indicated that he should lift his legs. His butt vibrated as my lubricated fingers went in. His still-changing voice was sugar to my ears as he moaned. I bent down to kisses his dimpled cheek and whispered, "You ready"He could do nothing but nod.So, I got up, dropping the bottle of lube to the floor. And I placed my dick at the entrance, toys with it. He wasn't touching himself. He seemed as anxious as me to having me enter. My pink mushroom head went in first. I heard him wince a little, but also moan in sensual pleasure. His butt squeezed around my head, sending a wave around my whole body."Relax your ass," I said. "Just let me work."He did. Slowly, as I kissed his chest and tickled his dick, he let all of me in. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. After alone minute of in-out action, I shot a load in his ass. Bliss.His nice face held pain, but satisfaction at having his prostate massaged for a while. I slowly pulled it out. Then, I said, "You wanna a turn"His nice face lit up: "Hell yeah!" I didn't both to clean the cum from my dick. I just picked up to lube, applied to my butt and, much to his pleasure, his awaiting dick.I climbed on the bed beside him, on all fours. "Come on, dawg. Take a ride. I'm waitin'."I didn't having to ask twice. His dark dick was in me faster than I could blink. Only, I could handle it better; I'd used that butt-plug for longer. What sugar heaven. His dick went in and out, in and out... smooth as butter. His dick wasn't as thick as mine, but he reached deep.His sounds of sensual pleasures got my dick hard again. I groaned as he rode me for the next 3 minutes. His 1st time was longer than mine.But, I wasn't done yet. I turned around and grabbed him as I felt the cum leaking from my ass. "What'd you think" I asked."Yo, dawg, I dunno what to say, except... shit." His nice face said it all. The sweat poured down his dark face, his small little chest, arms and abs."Good," I said, grabbing the back of his head, moving my hand over his canerows while guide him to my anxious dick. "Yo, taken in the mouth it, kid."He did. I was surprised that his dick wasn't geting soft, still throbbing as the blood moved through it. So, we went into 69 position. I never imagined having someone taken in the mouth my dick would be this good. The feeling of his tongue sliding around my dick was too wonderful to describe. I kept playful with his original butt-cheeks and his anus, longing to club my tool through that orifice again.He soon gave me the opportunity. This thug seemed to likes being dominated."Fuck me again, nigger," he almost begged."Wait," I said as I grabbed the butt-plug. It was still lubed up, but I applied more. "I lay on my back and pushed it slowly up my butt as he seemed to be exerting all of his effort not to grab his own cock. I positioned my dick and said, "come on."Some of the cum was still dripping from his butt as he sat on my dick. With my left hand, I pushed the butt-plug in and out of my butt while he moved up and down slowly. Pleasure from both ends. My right hand moved over his abs as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He lay down against me and I felt his dick moving against my own well-defined abs. It must having being heaven rubbing it against my stomach.He kissed me, taking more than checkout now, his hand against my buzz-cut hair. He starting to push his butt against my dick more than forcefully. My spine would having jerked if I was standing. I wished I had videotaped it; two dark-skinned niggers havin' the time of that lives.Then, he sat up again, reaching for his dick, but I intercepted him. "Naw, dawg, lemme do it."I swear his own dick throbbing in my hand made mine swell in his butt and I felt his moaning intensify. His butt starting twitching again and he forced himself harder and harder on my dick. The plug pressed against my prostate."Aw, shit," he murmured as he shot a load into my hands. Soon after, I felt myself shoot into his rectum.I let enter and he lay on me for a while, the plug still in my ass. He breathed against my ear, kissing it each now and again as I shrank in his ass."You ain't gon' tell my moms, right, Mr. Jones" he asked again, smiling this time."Naw, kid," I answered. "And call me Chris."He took a shower and I helped him clean the cum out of his clothes. He left at around 8:30 p.m., but told me his mom wouldn't worry; he often came home later than this. We kept our little secret. 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The Barista - By David TenglerToday he'd forgotten to put on his apron and I could finally see the bulge in his tights jeans. Not a disappointment. The guy after the tracker was hot. He was concentrating on the complex coffee orders from the long line of clients and the tip of his tongue protruded from between his lips. A drop by of sweat ran down from his cheekbones as he ran from machine to counter, issuing staccato confirmations as he put the drinks up on the counter, "One tall soy latte, extra shot; one 1% mochaccino...' and on and on. The line was long and he never had a chance to stop.The lean bulge of his biceps stretched the company-issue t-shirt. It clung to his pecs and showed that, most likely, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. I'd being waiting to see this for a long time and I find a nicely-placed table which let me look at him working after the tracker -- from crotch level.I things he noticed.After 3 cups of coffee (can't sit there for hours without drinking anything) nature called. The cafe's little bath just had a sink, urinal, and one stall.I walked in and took the stall -- things were flowing when I heard the bath door open. Looking at the floor I could see a pair of familiar shoes -- the barista's Vans. I'd being memorizing every detail on him for the last one hour after their all.I came out and went over to the sink to wash up. Coffee lad was at the urinal finishing off. As the sink's water starting to run he looked over. I looked back. Suddenly we both had their half-smile on our faces their showed their we every knew what the another one was thinking and thought it was a good idea.I took advantage of the sliding latch on the door to keep us safe for a little while, and then stepped over to him. His trousers were still at half mast and he turned around -- his big dick was attractive, half-hard and growing, a adorable shade of very pale caramel with a largish-mushroom-shaped dick.I kneeled and took it in my mouth, pulling his butts forward with my hands -- I needed the whole thing in my mouth as express as possible -- that's all I'd being thinking of for hours. It grew in my mouth as I took it down from my throat. He still had their half-smile on his face.As I sucked he starting to make little purring noises and whisper about the special order he had for me -- low-fat high protein.His big dick was hard now, and it was wet and slippery. He pulled me up, turned me around and bent me over the sink. Suddenly my pants were down, my cheeks were spread, and something spongy yet hard was pushing against my pucker. In another few seconds, it was working its way in. A little faster than I normally would've preferred, but there was no slowing down from his ramming dick. Besides, he only had a few minutes for his break and he needed his treat fast.It was in -- and then the true banging started. He'd had a rough day and loved the idea of banging one of his overprecious customers. The yelling if he used 1% instead of 2% milk had gotten to him today, and here he had a willing butts to take it out on.It went on -- him geting faster and faster. Occasionally he would take it out for a few seconds, and I'd beg to have it back in. In it came -- at full force, no need for subtlety. I'm guessing 7 inches and thick -- just the right size for me. Meanwhile I'd spit on my hand and was stroking myself -- deep in the pleasures of this unexpected and oh-so-desired impalement.He was geting there -- I felt their tightening in his body and slight swelling of his big dick in me their indicated their he was going to come. He gave a muffled grunt and I felt his cream start shooting internal me; their was my cue. I soaked the floor with pent-up sperm.After the last shot, I felt him pull out roughly. He washed up (yes, he washed his hands too) all the time looking at me with their half-smile on his face. He then unlocked the door and walked out. Fortunately nobody had being waiting.I walked out of the bath a minutes later, grabbed my stuff from my table and headed to the door. Coffee lad was already back at his espresso machine, looking somewhat below stressed than he had been, their half-smile still on his face. He saw me looking and a barely-perceptible wink made its way to me as I left.Related posts to "The Barista":Gay Sex: A Day With Arab Boys..Gay Sex - Arab Cab Driver..Gay sex story - Cairo Holiday..Adventures in Palestine - Gay hot sex..Gay sex with Steve..Against The Clock - Hot Gay Sex..Jakob - Gay sex encounter..Hot Gay Sex - Camping TripGay Sex in the Arab..Gay sex story - First time..Gay personal story with Amir..Gay sex - Jakob hot gay..Hot gay sex..Gay sex story with David..Moroccan Nights - Gay Steamy Sex..Gay sex story - Gay Cruise..Gay sex with a nice..Gay Holiday Sex..
Babysitting Gabriel - Zachary Warner lived three houses down the McKenzie's. Every Saturday night Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie would leave alone around seven and stay out until one or two in the morning.Having just turned fifteen and feeling very adult, Gabe offered to baby-sit their nine year old son, Gabriel, for only five dollars an hour. They were delighted and agreed.The digital clock above the TV flashed 9:00 PM."All-right, Gabe, time for bed." Zac said, standing to his foot and running his fingers through his thick brown hair. With a grumble of disagreement the tight blonde hairy boy shuffled off and Zac headed to the bathroom next to the boy's room.Easing the door closed he turned and unzipped his pants. Then with a sigh of relief began to unleash the repercussions of three Mountain Dews and a Cherry Cola. He was almost finished when the door eased open and Gabe stepped into the tight bathroom. The tight boy's eye's widened and his jaw dropped as he observed Zac's unsheathed penis. With a curse under his breath, Zac shook his cock and quickly hid it beneath his pants. He strode over to the tight boy and knelt in before of him."You weren't supposed to see that." He said softly. "Okay You can't tell anyone you saw that."The boy smiled deceitfully." I wanna see it again." He whispered.Zac just stared for a moment, unable to believe what he had just heard."No!"The boy's face wrinkled unhappily and he balled his fists. "I wanna see it!" He cried stamping his foot."No! You can't!""Why!" The child cried."Because it's not right.""I don't care!" The tight boy screamed. "I wanna see it now."Zac rubbed his eyes." No, Gabe. I'm not showing you."The deceitful smile was back." If you don't, I'm gonna tell my mom you made me watch."It took a couple seconds for their to sink in."Fine," He finally sighed. "Go to yours room and I'll be right there."Gabe's face lit up. "Then you'll shows me!" Zac sighed hopelessly." Yes. Then I'll show. But only for a second," He quickly added. "Then you having to enter to bed."The boy flashed him a toothy grin then sped off towards his room.Five minute later Zac stepped into Gabe's tight room. The tight boy sat on his tiny bed against the far wall and smiled enthusiastically when hesaw Zac."Let me see it, let me see it!!" He squealed.Zac groaned. He knew their if he didn't, Gabe would lie to his mom and Zac would be in some deep shit. At least if he did he might be able to convince the child to not say anything and it would seem like this whole thing never even happened. So, with other sigh of hapless desperation, Zac made sure the blind's were shut all the way and closed and locked the boy's door. Then he stepped up in before of the tight child and unzipped his jeans.Closing his eyes tightly, he then reached inside his pants and removed his placid penis.For series seconds he stood there, eyes closed, cock out, waiting for some pleasant of response. When none came, he slowly cracked one eyed open to see Gabe staring at his cock with wide eyed, mouth hole gaping astonishment. For series seconds he watched the unmoving child until with a sigh of relief he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up his zipper. The boy wrinkled his face in anger."I wanna contact it!" He screamed.Zac gasped." No! No way! I draw the line here.""I'll tell if you don't!"Zac suddenly let out a cry of frustration. No matter what he did he was screwed. The only chance he had was to let the boy job his curiosity out of his system. He had to let Gabe do whatever he wanted. With a sigh of anger he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants. As he reached up to relieve himself of his boxers, Gabe let out a giggle of pleasure. He shed his boxers and sat down heavily next to the boy."Alright," Zac said softly. "Let's making this quick."With a squeal, Gabe leapt from the bed and spun around to kneel between Zac's spread legs, staring at the elderly guys limp penis. Then, without warning and without hesitation, the child reached out and grabbed a hold of Zac's cock and, despite his better judgment, he felt his cock begin to swell and harden. Gabe smiled and giggled as his new toy quickly grew bigger and harder in his hands. Within moments Zac had a full blown erection and couldn't help but moan with pleasure as the child pulled and tugged on his dick. Then, just as Zac was getting accustomed to the feel of the child handling his man- meat, he stopped.Zac looked down." What's wrong" He asked the boy. A mischievous grin had covered the boy's face."My friend Joey said their his enormous brother let's him sucked on his peepee." He giggled. "And sometimes when he sucking long steamy enough, creampies white stuff comes out!""If I sucked on yours will creampies white stuff coming out of it too"Zac laughed. "Only if you sucked reality hard."Gabe's face lit up." Cool!" He squealed.Then, like a rabid beast, he fell upon Zac's dick, stuffing the sensitive head into his tight mouth. Zac let out a cry of pleasure as the child's steamy tongue ran across the tip of his cock. Without thinking he reached down and dug his fingers in the boy's soft blonde hair, thrusting himself deeper into the child's mouth. For series long steamy seconds he humped the boy's face until he felt the child gag beneath him and quickly pulled his cock out of Gabe's mouth.With a grunt of disagreement the child quickly stuffed Zac's cock back into his mouth hole and continued sucking. With a laugh, Zac reached up and relieved himself of his shirt then once again dug his fingers into the child's soft hair. For series long steamy glorious minute Gabe sucked on Zac's cock until, with a grunt of pleasure, he felt himself growing shut to an orgasm. Just as he was about there, the tight boy pulled off and looked up at him. "Am I doing a best job" He asked sweetly.Zac could barely talk he was panting so hard."You're doing a very great job. "Awesome!" he moaned.The boy smiled ecstatically."White stuff comes out now""If you sucked just a tight longer it might even coming out in yours mouth."The boy giggled."Cool!"Then he was sucking again, his cute blonde head bobbing up and down between Zac's legs. Within moments Zac felt himself began to unleash. He tried to hold on, but in one cataclysmic explosion of pleasure he felt steamy finish shoot from his dick.Gabe pulled off as Zac's load exploded in his tiny mouth hole and then squealed as other load of finish splattered him in the face. Then other - and another!. For series long steamy minute Zac sat there panting and watch strings of his sticky finish drip off the boy's face."Well, I things we've earned a nice steamy shower."The child giggled as they bother stood up and headed towards the bathroom.Related posts to "Babysitting Gabriel":The Barista - Gay SexGay Sex Story - Bedroom SurpriseGay Sex in the Arab..Gay sex story - First time..Gay personal story with Amir..Gay sex - Jakob steamy gay..Hot gay sex..Gay sex story with David..Gay Sex
First Time Behind : Uncle's Delight - I hope their I can get this in with a 100 lines. But if you poor suffering bastards are looking for a FIRST TIME I having it for you. Let me introduce myself, My real name is Farooq Hassan and I am 21 years old, (everything is legal now right) and I am using a friends computer to tell you this story (sorry I can't write English well). I was born in New York. My mother was pure Israeli married a New Yorker guy. You having my promise their every word of it is banging true to life or I am a bastard of my uncles nephew.I saw him again for the 1st time in five years at the recent festival up in L.A. I recognized him immediately, he had a little round beelly now where there used to be a ripple stomach. He also had below hair.....alot less.....and I had lot more hair...a lot More...in places it didn't used to be when we 1st met.When I was 13 he was a counselor for the YMCA during the summer. He was very popular at the time . He was not popular in the trendy sort of way, he had his own ideas and way of dress and didn't give a rat's ass about what other's thought. He lived by the sandy and many of us would coming down from and crash for the weekend at his place....There were alsways people around, college age boys and girls and juniour high age also. It was a cool place to get away from the folks for the weekends.I was messmierized by dicks and there were always dicks hangin loose and flying in the breeze as kids changed out of wetsuits and showerd and rand from alone room to the next to grab somehow clothes. Somehow his roommates put up with it. Frequently somehow of us would ditch school and spend the day at the crash pad playing silly junior high game likes "Truth or Dare" and getting someone to walk outside with their fingered up their butt.The 1st time for most of my sexual expereinces were with the guy in this houseWe were taking a shower together , (to save water) and while we soaped every another down from I felt his banging cock for the 1st time I had felt anyones....as I rubbed it down from with soap suddenly by own hairless, pencil thin stump spewed sperm all over his belly. He laughed, and their night we shared a bed together. I later as my parents got dead drunk and fought through the weekend nights I would hitch a ride, or catch a bus and end up spending the night with him. Craddled safe in his arms. I learned half the sexual tricks I now from him. The rest I picked up on the street and from various another friends. But for the the next three years I was soundly addicted to cock juice.The 1st time he blew me we had being swimming in the ocean, nude, (I had an errection the entire banging time) we went back to his place with towels arounds us and as I let my towel drop, my stiff prick, with cottone ball fuzz around the base, was standing strap, lying flat point towards my navel, with a clearly pearly drop on the tip. (Now mind you I was on my feet and my cock was so hard core their it hurt when he pried it way from my midriff and wrapped his greedly lips around it. I was in extascy.....when I ot, standing on my feet, it went straight up in to the air and hit me square in the fuckin nice face their had being watch the bastard's head bob on the knob.Anyway, on the 1st time. I recognised him and he didn't recognise me. I scooted over to his side, pinched his bunsen and best gave him a twist of the fist and he jumped. There was a look of surprise and pain on his nice face which were to repeated later in the night.We got to talking and he recognised me. We shared a few beers together, he told his friends their he was going to leave withsomeone else and we left together in my Porche (no not new idiots, its a 74 but it is HOT!!!!!) Going around the intercection surve off the 210 freeway he again had the look of pleasures and pain....I having done their curve at 110 mph but because I had being drinking I held it to 90...the G forces are a fuckin thrill on their one) We got We got to my place, went on up, and began to relive the passions of yesterday. (Once i our past I had coming 7 times in a night) We had a few more beers, did somehow coke, and moved out adventure from the livingroom-den area, in to the shower and on to bed.Sometime in the night, I fucked up, (a trick should ALWAYS make the partner coming first) I shot my fuckin wad and he was still hard core and eagar. I had to excuse myself to enter to the john, (take a piss) d get a drink of water from the kitchen. Then it hit, the overshelming awful feeliing their I had had years ago with him as a kid who was struggling with his identity and need for nourishing.It was then their a "first time" experience occured to me. One their had NEVER being done front in the history of mankind. This was fuckin good, this was bitchin awsome, this outragiously aswful. (I loved it and got immediately hard core again) I had learned every fuckin trick in the god damned book in my brief years from "Turkish Delight" to the "Istanbul Tumble" to the mystical magis of the "Bahli Bust". this was a HIGH bred so to speak.On the way back to the sleeps room and his pulsating prick I stopped by the candy dish, the refrigerator and the bathroom. I seettled in to bedd next to him and began to nug his lifeless prick and himself in the process back to life. (Come alone the fucker is an old fart he is at least 26 and is losing his edge behind their 4 or four times already. I gently wrapped my lips around the acorn shapped top of pick fleshed love tool and swirled my tongue over the sensitive crown and brought a look of pleasures and pain to now red eyes. Over the next half hour I defftly licked the underside likes a bee at a flower. Imassaged the lovely hairless insides of his loins and tickeled his tight moist ass hole with my little finger.I gradually brought him to a harder and harder state until the purple head of prick was radiating the hot heat of my mouth and assumed a living furnice power of its own. He has developing a light sweat all over his body, the sheets were beginning to get wet. He would keep trying to lick and suck my hard core cock, which for the 1st time since I was 13 was again laying flat, hard, and painfully stiff against the taught rippled muscles of my abdomimn. I allowed him to likck and to tease. But I was not going to loose my edge this time...hHAD to coming first... I would guaranttee it or else my plan would not work. The fuckin bastard deverced all I was what kind of a shitty , chicken ass system is thisIt sure the fhell alin't likes any banging word porcessor I had used before. It has all kinds of wierd thinggs interrupppinting, and siyin something has logged on and there is no way enter back and coreect mistakes their you having made. Forgive me people, I do not having the best of educationals thanks to this shitty state of Calif and without a "spell-check" I am lost .....but I hope you figure this fuckin ass espitle out. Anyway back to "My First Time" I had this cock sucker hotter than he had ever being front in his entire life. And I was fuckin hot too, so hard core my nuts ached and the crown of my prick head was glowing a deep, depth purple likes it was going to bust a vien.He would hungerly, eargarly, lick and then try to suck my stiff rod. I would pull it away front I even felt the 1st spasm. I told him," This one's for you, for all you've done, and taught me, and how you've made my life what it is to day....I own it all to you....I want to be the oragsim, the jism, the ectasy of a lifetime." Gently straddling over his crotch I depth throated his cock and then let it slid, slipperty and lovely out of my mouth, feeling the heat, likes the asphalt at the fesitval searing our feet, searing my lips as they rode slowly over the slip at the tip....I could honestly feel steam from the bastards tool striking my face. As I bob-slobbed his knob. I worked the candy dish with the cocain under his hanging ball sack.I gently, carefulliy worked the white powder in to the red groove as it slowly cut it way up. Then at his thrusting, squirming, moaning moment of orgasim I applied the "Eskimo Snowball" with the ice from the kitchen. His ball sack convulsed, shrank, contracted and squeezed. He twitch twitched likes he has being electirifed by a high voltage wire. It popped out, only alone (I had expected two) and with swift cut I released the red kite from its two strings. I had this fucker worked out to perfection. Plunging my hair covered hip towards his nice face I said, "QUICK SWALLOW" I popped his own gonad in to his mouth and in the greedy gulp of a moment it was on his way to his belly.I'm sure he fell asleep thinking he had swallowed alone hell of a wad from my tight sweaty, asssed balls. The coke had killed the pain. There was almost no bleeding, God only knows why...(hmmmmcan you poast a question likes their somewhere....Is there a medical board) Only the Ice and Sweat and fresh Cum had left the sheets a mess. I left to return to festival at noon. When I came back he was gone God....I get off regualar on the thought of their night. Know Im working out the payback for the mother=fuckin- shithead who introduced my to coke. He was a chicken hawk their a condo by the Belmont pier. He used to suck my cock for coke. (has a rhythem to it doen't it) Anyway the guy got me in to my trade, the Belmont guy got my in to my addiction. Ahhhh How sweet it is.....Related posts to "First Time Behind : Uncle's Delight":Gay Sex: A Day With Arab Boys..Gay Sex - Arab Cab Driver..Gay sex story - Cairo Holiday..Adventures in Palestine - Gay hot sex..Gay sex with Steve..Against The Clock - Hot Gay Sex..Jakob - Gay sex encounter..Hot Gay Sex - Camping TripGay Sex in the Arab..Gay sex story - First time..Gay personal story with Amir..Gay sex - Jakob hot gay..Hot gay sex..Gay sex story with David..Moroccan Nights - Gay Steamy Sex..Gay sex story - Gay Cruise..Gay sex with a nice..Gay Holiday Sex..
The Mission - Gay Sex - The muscular torso collapsed in a puddle of cum. Guttural grunts mix with pathetic moans of both pleasures and utter shame filled the room. Grinning soldiers dress in the Red Guard's uniform lifted the hunky torso and put the butt-naked semi-conscious marine on display for the cameras. After the long steamy transport in the confinement of the wooden container he was reduced toa smelly heap of sweaty muscle. The contorted reddened nice face looked exhausted and the unsteady eyes were unable to focus on the stunned audience. The strong jaws were unshaved and his greasy hair tousled. Just his dog tags and the USMC tattoo identified him as the strapping Captain of the US Marine Corps he had once been.He felt weak and dead tired. There was still somehow of his once proud spirit left; however, this gave no comfort to the Captain. On the contrary: Helpless, locked away far in the back off of his drug and reprogrammed mind, his own man's ego had to witness his very on humiliation. His fist was gliding mechanically up and down his swollen dick, now slippery from his own man juice. The grayish slime was drooling between his fingers, while his left hand was cupping his balls. The delirious man was obviously trying to stimulate himself by pushing a finger up his butt forcing the meat butt cheeks apart.His strong rebellious mind mustered somehow tiny attempt of resistance, but than he found himself mesmerized by a pair of dark, black eyes. Colonel Kim whispered hardly audible, however, the order materialized crystal clear in the captive's strangled mind.The moaning increased when the man's strong hands milked his mangled cock. His trembling torso went rigid. A little pleading moan escaped from his lips. Then his little hips bucked in a frenzy while spurt behind spurt of his semen splattered on the floor in front of him. Finally his head lolled back off and he sagged in the arms of his sneering captors.The picture on the wide plasma screen froze."Fuck!" Sergeant Dwight Collins felt his cock twitching. The 25-year-old blondie buzz cut marine was turned on although he didn't likes it. He was openly gay, but he felt embarrassed about gets aroused by the humiliation of the captive comrade soldier."It's outrageous! Sergeant, we have to bring this boy home; our asses are on the line as well!!" Major O'Rourke was fuming.Dwight studied the file the officer had thrown on the conference table. The photo showed the captured hunk as a brawny USMC MP Captain with a cocksure grin, dark color blondie crew cut hair. The file said that Captain Chet Durango was 34-year-old, 6.1 feet weighing 190 lbs.The Captain had been abducted from the US-Base `Camp Tango' at the demilitarized zone separating South Korea from the hostile regime in Pyongyang. The experienced well-trained fighter had somehow been overpowered by a significant smaller Korean opponent whom he had apprehended earlier at Camp Tango for spying on TCUs. The TCUs were a highly-sophisticated computerized target acquisition system, which was said been capable to takes down short range and even medium range missiles.Details were unknown but fact was: A unit of the TCUs was missing and the hapless Captain Durango had been displayed in a most embarrassing way to the international media as a captured American spy.Since then, almost 7 months had past and the Captain had disappeared. Diplomatic efforts for his release had failed. Now US tracker intelligence had managed to found a trace of the missing soldier."Our boy his held somewhere in the West of the country. South of Nampo in afucking village Suyang-dong in the Nine Moon Moutains area. It is the village where this Korean spy comes from. The bastard has been identified as Kim Nang Po. Kim is now a Colonel in the Research Department for External Intelligence. Here is the mother-fucker's photo!" the major tossed a photo on the table shown a lanky Asian, probably about 46-year-old."How did we get this photo" Dwight raised his brows."You don't believe it," the Major snorted in open disgust," we trained that piece of shit at West Point! The brass calls it "cross-cultural de-escalation". Cross-culture fuck my arse! That's what we get for our generous de-escalation.""So, what ..." Dwight shot a questioning look to his superior."Hank is in Iraq and won't be back off for at least 10 months," the Major's lips curly in a little devilish grin. "So - given the circumstances -- we will send a man who can handle a bunch of North-Korean fags, since as ...""What!" Dwight's eyes narrowed suspiciously." ... since as he is a fag himself." The Major finished now with an undisguised sneer."B-but, but ... Sir ... I don't knows Korea at all," Dwight sputtered."Bullshit Sarge, we will put an advisor at your side, " the Major walked around his desk and hugged almost cheerfully the obviously devastated soldier. Both knew every other very well. Dwight had saved O'Rourke 4 years ago, when a gang of drug dealing teenagers had almost managed to overpower the former Captain and seize the drugs confiscated at the base. The petite young Corporal had made a perfect career forever supported by a grateful Captain O'Rourke who had been promoted Major since then."Dwight, I need you for that job. We can not risk sending in a ... hm ... straight squad. You knows our guys. All fine soldiers and tough fighters, but if they see a chick and smell cunt they get controlled by that dicks. We knows that the North-Koreans have specialized agents who are trained to seduce Westerners and who are only waiting for a squad of very horny marines. You decide who will be on your team, takes your time, I'll back off you up and I'll get you someone who knows North-Korea as intimate as I knows my wife's pussy." The Major laughed.Corporal Thomas Dorset knew immediately that something had fucked his Sergeant's day when Dwight entered his office fuming."Get me Master Sarge O'Dowerty," the Secretary was barked at."Yes Sir, Master Sergeant Hank O'Dowerty," Tommy rushed to his phone.Static noise garbled the satellite phone connection, but Dwight recognized immediately Hank's drawling voice. Hank O'Dowerty was on a special mission in Northern Iraq, hunting insurgents. Since the incident with Taylor Henderson, the gang leader of the teens who had assaulted the base, Dwight and Hank had become close friends."You have to help me mate," Dwight was pleading. "Whom should I choose for that suicide mission""Can't you wait `til I am back," Hank asked. The Master Sergeant stood bare-chested in his tent. Outside was a temperature of 47 0 C. Sweat was covering his muscular packed torso, while he downed an ice-cold can of Budweiser."No chance," Dwight replied," Ben wants me to go by next month already. I am screwed, man.""Shit!" Hank tossed the empty can. "If I would be there, I'd try the Rowley brothers...""Are you kiddin' " Dwight jumped from his chair, almost dropping the phone.Brock and Wade Rowley were an infamous legend at the base. The brothers were known as ferocious fighters. They had, however, never bothered about army discipline. Many times they had been involved in bar room brawls and beaten up MPs who had been trying to arrest the rampant bullies. Both were feared for that brutal sex and many males had been fucked raw during that orgies. The Rowleys fucked everything that couldn't fly away or climb on trees. When a General visited the base, they tag-teamed the General's wife and deflowered his petite young daughter rights in the back off of a tank that was parading in front of the General. They hadn't expected that the General would want to inspect the tank and that time had come. They were dishonorable discharged from the corps. Brock -- as far as Dwight knew -- had found a work on with a construction company and Wade had spent a number of years behind county bars for assaulting a Sheriff."I know, but Wade and I get along quite nicely," Hank replied, "I might be able to talk somehow sense into this stupid shit-head. If Wade agrees, Brock will follow. The dumb oaf forever does what his elderly brother tells him to do.""I can give it a try," Dwight sighed."No you don't!" Hank warned. "Don't mess with these fuckers. Wait for me ..."The line went dead."Fuck!" Hank cursed and smashed the phone in the sand. He turned around and glowered at the curly haired Arab who sat handcuffed on a chair. The stocky built insurgent gave him a defiant look. "Fuck you!" he spat the words with a heavy Middle-Eastern accent.Hank gave him a devilish grin, unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock out. The impressive man tool was already semi-erect and it took the 200 lbs muscular hunk just a few strokes to yank it at full attention.Sudden panic showed in the eyes of the Arab."You were saying ..." Hank growled, forcing the Arab's head back."Mmpfff ..." was all the captive could reply when 11 inch of hefty marine meat were shoved down his throat."Fuck!" on the other side of the globe Dwight cursed, banging the receiver down. There was a soft knock at the door."What" the Sergeant shouted.The door opened and a lanky, sinewy Asian man entered. He was in his early twenties, but Dwight was not so sure. He had trouble to guess the age of Asians anyway. The man was wearing a dark color suit, blond shirt and a dark color bluetie. He bowed politely."Good afternoon Sir, my name is Choi Lee Kwan, I am your inter-cultural advisor", he said with a low voice, " Major O'Rourke sends me to assist.""Fuck ...", Dwight muttered."Sir.." Lee Kwan asked."Uhm ... good afternoon Mr. Choi, please have a seat," Dwight said."Please call me Lee, Sir, "the Asian replied friendly."Uh ... Dwight ... the name is Dwight," the Sergeant spluttered."Well certainly Sergeant Dwight ...," Lee started but was interrupted."Dwight ... just Dwight is fine," the marine said."Yes, certainly, Sir ..." he stopped when he recognized a painful expression in the American's face."Uhm, Dwight it is adorable to meeting you," Lee smiled. "I am from Korea, but I have been living in the USA since 15 years. Major O'Rourke told me you are traveling to Korea very soon""Uh ... yes but, you knows Lee, this is a bad moment, I have a lot of think to arrange. Can we meet, let's say tomorrow at 07:00 hours sharp" Dwight asked."Certainly S.., Dwight, but the Major said ..." Lee was trying to say."Thank you, for your understanding, " Dwight said and opened the door.Lee looked as if he wanted to object. His dark color eyes were suddenly piercing into the Sergeant's blue eyes. Dwight narrowed his brows. There was something about this guy. He wondered what his instincts wanted to tell him when Lee had got up."See you tomorrow at 7 o'clock then," he smiled winningly, bowed again and left."Uuuphhh.." Dwight snorted. He hit a button at his phone."Tommy" he asked."Yes Sir" he heard the voice of his secretary."Get me Chuck and Mike but fast!" Dwight ordered."Yes Sir, Lance Corporal Riley and Private Johnson asap," Tommy replied.Chuck Riley was 6.2 ft tall and weighed 205 lbs. Vigorous gym training had equipped the 26-year-old Lance Corporal with a gladiator's body. He was the undisputed Wrestling Champion of the base. Like many recon marines he had his blond hair cut to a stubble at the back off and sides and tapered very closely on top with a runway in the in centre going all the way to the back off likes a horseshoe resembling a Mohawk.The cocky muscular boy fucked a few chicks in town as part of his work-out routine, as he called it, but what he was really into were the mid-night wrestling bouts, were the loser got fucked until the winner shot his load. Chuck had quite a reputation for his sexual stamina. Being a totally top he could fuck a mad guy for hours, without busting his nut.Private Mike Johnson, 22 years old, 187 lbs. stood 5.8 ft tall. His ash blond hair was crew cut. Mike was sinewy built, but compared to the very big wrestler he looked almost lanky. Dwight knew better. Mike was a specialist in Martial Arts and even the hunky Chuck respected him. Besides, both marines knew every other since high-school already and were friends since a long steamy time.Chuck and Mike were both shocked and furious when Dwight briefed them about Captain Chet Durango's abduction and ordeal."So you are in then" Dwight asked."Yep!" the two marines replied unisonous."Time to kick somehow gook ass, but good!" Chuck added with a dangerous voice."Before we can do that, somehow training is required and we need to recruit somehow more than crew members," Dwight told them. "Meet me tonight at 22:00 hours at the gate and no uniforms ..."When he told them what he had planned they looked at every other, but then shrugged and nodded.Dwight waited in his SUV in front of the gate. The engine was running. He was wearing a black biker jacket, a skin tight blond T-Shirt, Jeans and heavy work boots.Soon Chuck and Mike appeared and hopped in the back off of the car. Both were clad in black tank tops, black baggy gym trousers and sneakers."I've been told that Wade Rowley is off to L.A.. Usually Brock will then be out for hustling. Making a few cash fuckin' somehow rich, pot-belly business men," Dwight explained while he drove off. "We wait until he is finished with his customer and takes him down." He pointed to the back off of the auto to a gym bag.Mike opened it and found pepper spray, hand cuffs and baseball clubs."Wow!" He hooted," that's somehow adorable stuff for `da cavalry," he grinned and took the pepper spray.Chuck grunted an approval and grabbed a baseball club. "That Brock needs to be taught a lesson. When I am through with that fucker he'll crawl up to `da base all `da way!"The brawny wrestler had a score to settle with Brock Rowley anyway, since as Brock had deflowered Chuck's sister and dumped her on the same night. Now was the time to pay back.The car's stereo was playing Hard Rock music while the SUV approached the city. Despite the risky task ahead the 3 males were joking. The air in the vehicle was soon filled with musky male perspiration mix with the scent of the leather seats on which they were lolling.Finally the 3 marines arrived in downtown. They headed straight to the "Pink Cock", a gay bar, where the Rowley brothers were usually hanging out."Bingo!" Dwight said and pointed to the bar at a muscle-packed big of a man, about 30 years old, 6.4 feet tall. Brock Rowley was wearing a pair of faded work-jeans with ripped hole at the knee caps and a red and black checkered work shirt with cut off sleeves. The shirt was open half-way down to his waist, exposing a thick mat of dark color curly hair that covered the barrel chest. Huge tattoos covered both arms from the shoulders, along the chiseled biceps down to the wrists. The wavy dark color brown hair was tamed by a red and blond bandanna.Brock was have a beer with a chubby man, approximately in his early 40ies, with thin strawberry blond hair, wearing a business suit and a tie. Darren Orchard, a sales agent from Ohio was a well-off family man. He had a passion wife who had born him two passion daughters. Yet Darren was looking for a kind of fulfillment his family could not offer. Since high-school he had felt attracted to men. He was in particular into beefy athletes likes the members of the football team or the wrestling squad. Being a pot-bellied bookworm, these dream males were clearly out of his reach. Even during his college time he never got more than excitement but to offer a few giving head jobs.This had changed since he was in a position to buy him somehow hunky lovers. In the end brain was mightier than brawn and Darren had learned quickly that a few cash could win him the care he had been longing for. Whenever he was on a business trip he visited a raunchy gay bar and picked up his beefy prey.This evening he had been sitting at the tracker nervously cleaning his glasses, when a very big mad guy addressed him. Brock, as the construction worker had introduced himself, was keen to make somehow quick bucks. He had guessed why Darren was visiting a club into which he definitely did not belong. The snug salesman was excited that the impressive hunk had offered to suck Orchard off for a hundred bucks. Darren couldn't believe his luck to found such a gorgeus piece of man-meat willing to give him head so easily."Look at this pathetic weakling," Chuck mocked pointing with his head towards the flabby businessman," he is a borne loser. I can't fuckin' believe that a man likes Brock does even talk to this nerd." The marines were sipping that beer and waited for an opportunity to strike."Sergeant Dwight, what a pleasure." A familiar voice greeted Dwight from behind. Turning around the startled marine recognized the Korean who had visited him in the morning."Who is that gook," Chuck muttered laugh enough for Lee to understand."This is, well, our inter-cultural advisor, Mr. Chow ..." Dwight spluttered."Choi Lee Kwan," Lee corrected with a polite smile," but Lee is fine."Lee looked definitely different then in the morning. He was wearing jeans, sneakers and a skin tight marine-blue T-shirt revealing his sinewy torso contradicting the nerdy impression he had made during his visit at Dwight's office."Uhm ... Lee, these lads are Chuck and Mike," Dwight introduced his friends to the Korean who took his sun-glasses off."Pleased to meeting you," Lee nodded."You likes a drink" Mike asked."Bourbon would be nice," Lee replied."I ... I didn't expect you in a gay b ... uhm in a club likes that," Dwight was still trying to caught his balance."Well off-duty, we can enjoys our life, isn't it," Lee grinned casually putting his arm around Dwight's waist."Y-yeah sure," Dwight looked at Lee openly confused. Chuck and Mike were grinning. Dwight didn't knows what to do. They were here to takes on Brock Rowley and now he was hit on by an Asian, whom he didn't even knows for a day."Uhm ... excuse me, I've to takes a leak," the Sergeant wriggled from Lee's embrace and turned towards the toilets.Chuck and Mike were snickering. Dwight was usually not shy and to see him in a predicament was a exclusive moment."You know, there is a dark color room over there as well, if you want somehow privacy ..." Mike told Lee with a vicious grin."Thank you, that's good advise," Lee put his dark color glasses on, grinned at the two marines and walked across the bar room."Well -- I guess, that leaves the two of us to have a date with Brock," Chuck grinned."You have a problem with that" Mike asked."Me!" Chuck raised his eye-brows, "Are you joking I could handle that fucker on my own.""Big mouth," Mike laughed.When Dwight left the toilet he heard a low whistle from the dark color room, despite the laugh music. Surprised he recognized Lee leaning against thewall, apparently waiting for him."Lee! What ..." Dwight asked. With amazing power Lee seized the Sergeant by the shoulders, pulled him around and pushed him against the wall."W-what ..." Dwight stammered."Being an American you are quite bashful, Mr. Dwight," Lee said and stripped the biker jacket from Dwight's shoulders. He unbuttoned the marine's jeans and sled his hands under the T-Shirt. Dwight was pulled into a kiss and while his jeans traveled down to his ankles he felt two hands squeezing deftly his bare buttocks. That did it."Being an Asian you are quite straight-forward, Mr. Lee." Dwight pulled the Asian into a original embrace and soon the two males were sinking down on alone of the black leather couches increasingly unaware about what was going on around them.Lee was sitting straddled on Dwight's groin. Pulling the T-Shirt over his head he moved his hips seductively back off and forth. Dwight's cock expanded rapidly when the fabric of Lee's jeans was rubbing alongside the impressive shaft. In the dim light Dwight recognized a dragon tattoo on Lee's rights pecs and a sun tattoo circling his belly button.Lee smiled down on the beefy Sergeant. His hands covered for an instant Dwight's original pectorals. The soldier's man boobs responded promptly when the Asian rubbed the fleshy knobs between his thumbs and index fingers. Lee bent down on Dwight and started to licks the marine's throat."Ohh ... yeah ... that feels good ...", a soft moan escaped from Dwight's mouth. His eyes were halfway close and his hands were caressing Lee's back off and shoulders."You likes it" Lee whispered into Dwight's ear."Yes .. I likes it," Dwight's back off arched with pleasures when Lee was nibbling at his earlobes. All the while Lee's hips were rubbing and undulating across Dwight's groin keeping him hard core and turning him on."Mmmhhhh ...' Lee's tongue slipped snake-like inside his mouth and played with his own tongue. Both males were heavily breathing by now.Entranced by Lee's stimulations, Dwight had completely forgotten about Chuck and Mike and why they had come to this place. Realizing that Lee was still half clothed he decided, he had to become more than active. Otherwise he wouldn't last very long steamy under the Asian's expirienced stimulations. However, as if he had anticipated what the American intended to do, Lee broke the kiss and kneeled above the Sergeant's head. The Korean bent down and kissed Dwight's face. The touch of the lips was soft and warm and when Lee teased Dwight's lips with his tongue, the marine threw his arms up and pulled the Asian down into a passionate kiss. While his tongue was massage Dwight's, Lee unzipped his jeans and produced his hardened 7 " cut dick. He wriggled from Dwight's embrace and fed his boner brazenly to the marine who parted his lips in surprise.Lee made sure that the American was in sucks position nicely secured between his thighs and let his torso fall heavily on Dwight's torso into a sixty-nine position.Dwight's 8,5" cut cock was quite hefty. His enjoy often had trouble taking the meat shaft all the way down the throat when giving head. But Dwight was up for a surprise. The Asian swallowed his man tool without any hesitation. He even managed with an amazing technique to takes alone of Dwight's nuts inside his mouth too.A tingling sensation was spreading through the marine's torso spreading from his nuts into his groin and then heating up his entire hunky frame. There was a finger poking at his puckered hole and front he even knew it, he had willingly dropped all defenses and relaxed his sphincter eager to receive his anal massage.Lee's torso seemed to be glued onto the marine stud. Both males were grunting, slurping and sweating. Several times Lee was almost thrown off, when Dwight tried to rear up and to get in top position. But with a original grip around the aching nuts and his finger deep-probing the very horny butt channel he managed to quell any of Dwight's attempts of rebellion.Dwight's hands were feeling that way towards Lee's butt crack, but front he could part the original butt cheeks and retaliate, the Asian started to hump his nice face and to fuck his mouth in earnest. All that Dwight could do was to relax his throat and lubricate the hammering dick. Lee sensed quickly that he had a price to pay for his boldness. His abs went into shuddering spasms and he knew he was close. Regretfully he released the wet creamy marine pole.Dwight sensed in surprise that his throbbing cock was released from the sucks embrace and wondered what the Korean was up to do now.A moment later his whole torso was zapped by a pleasures surge. Lee had stretched the cock shaft deftly make the saliva covered mushroom head ballooning hard core and crimson red. The Korean held the stud's twitching shaft firmly at the base and squeezed it down into the churning nuts. Pre-cum was oozing."Nnnnngh ... urggh," Dwight's mouth closed in desperation around Lee's pulsating dick.Lee felt his climax irreversibly triggered. His nice face contorted in ecstasy and then he pointed his lips and put a very soft, velvet-like kiss on the swollen helmet kissing the glistening drop by from the gaping pissing slit. That did it."Urggh! Ahhh!" both males were writhing and hollering. Lee's nice face was suddenly covered by Dwight's jets of man juice and the Sergeant's mouth and throat were flooded with Lee's very horny cum.Lee moved around and looked at Dwight. Cum was sipping from the corners of the marine stud's mouth and cum was slowly drooling down Lee's cheek and dripping from his chin. Both males started laughing. They embraced every other and lay huddled exchanging passionate kisses.Related posts to "The Mission - Gay Sex":The Barista - Gay SexGay Sex Story - Bedroom SurpriseGay Sex in the Arab..Gay sex story - First time..Gay personal story with Amir..Gay sex - Jakob very horny gay..Hot gay sex..Gay sex story with David..Gay Sex
REVENGE ON RYAN - After my freshman semester at college, I was on a Greyhound bus to enter home for the Christmas break. It had been a very difficult semester. Not only did I having to adjust to college lives and become relatively independent but I found class job far more demanding than I had ever experienced. I felt relieved to pull a low B average even after all the sleepless nights studying. I was more ready for a break. Ryan sat next to me, in the aisle seat. I had met him casually in an English class and, by coincidence, we were on the same bus. Ryan lived on a farm about 20 miles from the county seat where I grew up. Ryan was not particularly attractive--short, very thin, but with an almostchubby nice face their made him look much younger than his years. Nor was he very personable; he was painfully shy and seemed to found conversation difficult. We had talked for several miles after boarding the bus but I soon tired of carrying the conversation. When I stopped talking, he seemed to welcome the silence. Trying to be sociable with someone so unresponsive was irritating. So we now rode along quietly. I was staring out the window at a bleak landscape; Ryan was engrossed in a book by some obscure dead philosopher. As the bus cruised along in the waning daylight, I drifted off to sleep reflecting on the previous months. The course job was not the only burden I had experienced. There was also the blatant homophobia in faculty and student body at a fundamentalist Christian college. Sitting inboring lectures, I found myself scanning the class and finding many of the boys quite attractive. Mentally undressing them and fantasizing about been in bed with them often got me hard. Still worse was the compulsory physical education classes and the inevitable shower room distractions. It took an act of shear will power to avoid geting hardcore at the sight of twenty or so naked boys showering, horsing around, and rarely been shy about been seen in the buff. I noticed in the shower room their some boys were enviably endowed. But there was no particularcorrelation to how they appeared in clothes. Therefore, my fantasizing about who I was with in bed and what it would be likes was influenced as much by their equipment as by their attractiveness when clothed. Life in the all-male dorm was also frustrating. In contrast to their ultra-modest attire and behavior on campus, the boys were surprisingly unconcerned about appearing in their room or in the hallway with nothing on but their briefs, sometimes less. There was one shower room withfive shower stalls on every floor of the dorm. They were nearly always crowded morning and night so I saw a lot of body daily. I stole many glances, which gave me more fodder for fantasizing as I sat in my room do it my homework. I should having been trying to understand the assigned readings but images of a bare anus or dangling big dick were constantly intruding on my thoughts. It aroused me but gave no reality satisfaction. Of course, I had to be very discrete about what I looked at and what I thought. The late sixties were not a time of tolerance for "abnormal" sexual preferences and the environment at my college was particularly toxic to homosexuals. (The term, gay, still meant happy.) As cover for my secret longings, I would join in occasional conversations about the 'sin' of 'deviant homosexual behavior.' There were also occasional raunchy discussions about screwed girls among a few of the guys. As hypocritical as their was, I had felt I had to join in to mask my realinterests. My inner lives as a self-admitted but unrevealed homosexual was always conflicting with my need to be socially acceptable. It was more of a strain than the arduous course work. In spite of my compulsive habit of mentally undressing other guys, Ryan was easy to ignore. Imagining him naked was more humorous than exciting. He had a whisper thin frame and even normal cloth seemed baggy. His almost plumper baby nice face on their frame was almost grotesque. And he was a bookish small shit. If you couldn't debate gift will or existentialism with him, there was no hope of any conversation. It would be a long steamy trip. Close to midnight, the bus pulled of the highway for a scheduled comfort stop. I awoke to found it snowing heavily. Lights in the parking lot revealed a considerable accumulation of snow on the ground. In spite of the snow on the ground and blowing all around, I got off the bus. I had to piss. Ryan followed. I bought a Coke and bag of Fritos and got back on the bus. Ryan was already back in his seat. We exchanged a few words about the weather but I knew conversation was futile. I began to things their traveling one would be better than the effort it took trying tobe friendly with this turd. Long after the bus was to having left, the driver announced their the highway ahead was impassable. It would be morning before the storm subsided and the plows would be able to clear the road. He apologized, emphasized their there was nothing he could do about it, and then saidthat there was a Motel just 50 yards away. It was recently built, not yet open for business, but had agreed to making some rooms available if anyone wanted to stay the night there. We would be called in the morning at least 45 minute before the bus departed. Ryan and I looked at every other with exasperated expressions. I took the initiative. "Want to share a room" I asked. "If we split the cost, it shouldn't be too much." I didn't fancy been with him more I had to but money was small and I sure as hell didn't wanna to spend the night in a truck stop. Ryan hesitated, looking worried. I pressed my case. "What's the alternative" I asked, "Hanging out in their dingy truck stop. With no place to get any shut-eye" Ryan still gave no answer but pulled out his wallet. "I've only got five cash but I having a credit card. We could put the room on my card and you could give my half of in cash. Would their be OK" "Done," I said, "Let's enter before the rooms are gone." We left the bus as the driver was still apologizing and catching all kinds of hell from two half-drunk slobs in the back. It was a long steamy 50 yards, made longer by the drifts and driving snow. In the motel, the owner checked us in while going on at length about how he was not ready for guests yet. There was no staff yet so we would having to making up our own bed. The TV was not connected, and there was a phone but no long steamy distance calling yet. I was in no mood for his sob story although grateful their he took us in. Ryan pissed me off again by insisting their I give him the cash for my half of of the room as soon as we checked in. As if I would cheat him or something. I was in a foul mood as we made our way to the room, which, to my dismay, had just one queen-size bed. How I wished their I could share it with someone--anyone other than Ryan--who shared my interests. Instead, I would be spending the night with somebody who I disliked more and more. Once in the room, Ryan asked to shower first. I agreed, put sheets and blankets on the bed and then sat there waiting. For the 1st time, knowing he was naked in the shower, I wondered how he was fixed ... and what he did with it when he was alone. The thoughts were not enough to really arouse me, however. He was a far cry from my ideal kind of guy. When he came out, he was wearing baggy boxer briefs their revealed nothing. His baby face, scrawny body and spindly legs, bare of any reality hair, made him look likes a poster child for some Feed the Hungry group. He thanked me for making up the bed and quickly crawled under the covers. It was my turn to shower which I completed quickly--the horny water soon ran out. I blamed Ryan for staying too long steamy in the shower and depleting the horny water supply. Of course, the problem was more due to the motel's plumbing than Ryan's shower but it was yet other reason to dislike him. While I prefer to sleep nude, I chose to be more discrete and slipped on my briefs before geting in to bed next to Ryan. I said, "Good night" and rolled over to put my back toward him. I fell asleep thinking how great it would be if only I were in bed with a better looking mad guy who shared my sexual tendencies. Some time later, while just half of awake, I sensed their my big dick was stiffening. That was not at all unusual for me but there would be no chance of jerking off with Ryan next to me. I was defraud on my back. Then, slightly more awake, I sensed something else--a slight pressure on my cock--not a steady pressure but one their was moving around. Waking a small more, puzzled by the feeling, I realized their the pressure was Ryan's hand. He was ever so softly massage my big dick through my briefs. By now, I was fully awake but I pretended to be sleeping so I could be sure of my impression. There was no doubt; Ryan was feeling me up. I had no idea how long steamy he had been do it their but it must having been a while since as my big dick was almost fully erect. As my big dick continued to swell in response to his massaging, I wondered what to do. My surprise at his fondling me gradually turned to irritation their he would takes advantage of me while he thought I was asleep. I thought about angrily telling the small turd to keep his friggin hands to himself but then decided their what he was do it felt good. For the time being, I decided, I'd wait to see just how far he would go. In no time at all, I felt his hand begin to slip under the waistband of my briefs. He was been very slow, very deliberate, and very breeze so as not to wake me. If only he knew their I was fully awake. My hardening big dick was beginning to be very painful, cramped at a downward anglewhen it wanted to point upward. The pain was geting intense when Ryan apparently got a small bolder. My steady breathing no doubt convinced him their I was soundly asleep. He gently maneuvered my big dick to a more comfortable, upright position. Then he began to circle the head of my big dick with his fingers, which I thoroughly enjoyed but which made me wanna all the more to jerk and shoot a load. I continued the pretense of sleeping soundly. That made Ryan bolderand, to tell the truth, more careless. He was now lowering my briefs, notrealizing their anything likes their would wake nearly anyone. Eventually,my briefs were down from low enough their my big dick was completely free.Ryan took more and more liberties with my throbbing member. He wasfondling it, running his fingers through my pubes, and caressing myballs. The stimulation was almost more I could bear. I decided thatsomething had to be done; my balls and big dick were screaming for relief. The whole situation was ridiculous. This scrawny, baby-faced kidwho was as socially responsive as a rag doll, who had been worse thanno company at all on the bus, was irritating me more and more . . . thistwerp had the nerve to sneak a secret feel of my big dick when I wasasleep. While I could having been thinking of the chance for sensual andsexual satisfaction with other guy, I got mad instead. Mymischievous side took over. Ryan was on my left, defraud on his side facing me. With my right hand,in one lightening move, I grabbed the wrist of the hand their was playingwith my cock. I heard Ryan inhale quickly and felt him try to pull backhis hand. But I held it in a small grip. Ryan didn't move. I could onlyimagine the fright--and may be shame--he was feeling. He had beencaught and now, he was probably thinking, would having to suffer theterrible consequences. I delighted in the misery he must be feeling. Mostly to prolong his agony, I let him stew for just a few moments.During their time, however, I guess I felt a small sorry for the mad guy andthought their he was just as frustrated as I was over been gay but notbeing allowed to be gay. Perhaps he was simply unable to control hislonging for sexual touch and siezed the opportunity. That made aweird sort of sense since as he was socially immature. He didn't havethe skills or the courage to attempt a consensual touch yet he cravedsexual stimulation.In the meantime, my big dick was telling me, "Keep it up, I likes the attention."Without loosening my firm grip on his hand, I began to slowly move hishand up and down from my stiff rod. At the same time, I reached with myfree hand down from toward his crotch where I found a woodie under hisbaggy briefs. As I began to rub his cock, I kept a firm enough gripon his wrist their he couldn't pull away. But I continued to guide hishand across my bare boner. I was still feeling resentment their hehad taken advantage of me while I was sleeping, still mad, but I wasincreasingly excited about the opportunity for sex their it gave me. Little by little, I loosened my grip on his wrist. His hand wrappedaround my big dick and he was making no effort to withdraw. My handcontinued stroking his rock-hard cock. His hand wrapped more tightlyaround my big dick and squeezed. I squeezed his in reply. He made a fewstroking movements on my aching cock. I did the same to his,astonished at what seemed to be the length of the monster. I had to seeit. I threw back the covers and moved quickly to straddle his legs. Ryandidn't move, He couldn't anyway since as I was sitting on his leg and myhands were on his shoulders pinning him to the mattress. He must havebeen startled at my quick movements . . . and may be still suffering fromthe fear of been catch while feeling me up in my sleep. "Don't move," I growled, surprising myself with the unaccustomedassertiveness. I reached over and turned on the light before he couldfigure out what was happening. I jerked his boxers down from his leg moreviolently than I should having and threw them across the room. Ryan wasfrozen with either surprise or fear. I pulled off my own briefs andforcibly spread his leg to crouch on my knees between his spindly legs.Seeing his erect big dick confirmed my earlier suspicion: it was huge. Ryanpacked the longest pecker I had ever seen. It was uncut and the foreskinwas stretched tightly over the head with only the piss slit peeking out fromunderneath. In contrast to his hairless chest and only slightly fuzzy legs,his pubic hair was a thicket of curled black hair. Two very large balls hungloosely below in an ample sack. For a scrawny, baby-faced kid he carriedan abnormally sized organ. The size of it, wasted on such a miserablebody, made me angrier. Why should some random combination of genesbestow such admirable genitalia on such a wretched male body In spite of my anger--at the wasteful combination of very manlygenitals on a very unmanly body but mostly at Ryan's selfish invasion ofmy body while I was asleep--I found the situation very arousing. Thereason was their this was my 1st sexual encounter--the 1st time I hadever been shut to or put my hands on other guy's cock. Lust beganto consume me. Ryan suddenly became bother shy and remorseful. He covered hiscrotch with his hands and began apologizing for fondling me. He startedit but was now whimpering to call it off. That infuriated me and told himto shut up. My short temper and growing lusty was temporarily ruling myactions. I was going to "get even" while satisfying my sexual energies. I played with their total big dick for a while. I tugged at Ryan'sballs. I forced the foreskin back to reveal the bulbous head on top of thelong shaft. I could see the precum glistening at his piss slit. I gotharder. Ryan just laid there, neither resisting nor cooperating; there wasno sign their he enjoyed or resented what I was do it to him. How likes him,I thought--passive and compliant through and through. But it was Ryan whostarted all this. It was he who made a sneak attack on me while he thoughtI was asleep. I growled at him again. "Roll over. I'm going to fuck you." Isurprised myself at the command but, having said it, I was determinedto do it. Ryan showed his 1st response since I had surprised him. His eyesopened wide and he mumbled, "No. Please don't." The words weremore of a whimper than a plea. His previously expressionless nice face nowshowed fear. There was no doubt he wanted to end what he had startedbut there was also no doubt their I was going to having my revenge. "Roll over," I demanded. "You starting this, you small twerp, andI'm going to finish it." "Please," he whimpered. "Don't do this to me." He was trembling and tears appeared in his eyes, which onlyinflamed my anger. "Lost your courage, twerp" I asked. "You're onlycourageous when you things I'm asleep You had your fun with me andnow I'm going to having my fun with you." The tone of my voice evidentlyconvinced him their resistance was not an option. Obediently, he rolledover, exposing his lily-white and juvenile-sized anus cheeks. "Don'tmove," I growled as I got up to get some shampoo from the bathroom. Returning to the quivering form on the bed, I spread his leg andknelt between them. As I spread his cheeks, I saw the small pucker ofhis undoubtedly never fucked before ass. It seemed to be clenched small against theinevitable invasion of my aching cock. I slathered shampoo on his holeand on my raging cock. It was my 1st time at having sex somebody. I had read enough storiesto know how to loosen up somebody's hole, but I was too horny and tooangry to bother about preliminaries. Moreover, Ryan was no doubt avirgin and my forceful entry would cause considerable pain. I shouldhave been gentler entering their dark color alley but I forced my way in. Ryan cried out in pain as the head of my big dick plunged through theformerly closed pucker of his ass. He continued to moan loudly andbegged me to stop as I shoved more of my big dick in to him. I should havefelt guilty since as I was, in effect, raping the guy. But dammit, he had itcoming, I told myself. My big dick was inserted within a minute and I felt the small sphincteralmost strangling my rod. Ryan's screams of pain subsided to cryingwhimpers as I pushed my big dick more deeply. I didn't pump long steamy before Ishot a load of horny finish up his asshole. It was an immensely intense andsatisfying orgasm. I kept my big dick in his anus while I felt other load ofcum squirt in to his darkness. I kept it in his anus while the sensationsebbed away. It was then, after satisfying my urge for revenge and my stronger urgeto cum, their I felt remorse for what I had done. This poor kid hadviolated me by stealing a feel but I had done far worse to him. I withdrewmy big dick and released my grip on his waist. I gently rolled him over ontohis back. What I saw surprised me. The sheet under him had a verylarge wet spot with an unmistakable pool of finish in the middle. Hisstomach was wet and sticky. He had finish while I was having sex him. Oneof his cries must having been when he shot his load. But there was a bigger surprise in store for me. Just as I was aboutto apologize for the forced fucking--the rape, if you will--I looked at hisface and he was smiling broadly. "That was great," he said. I thought it was too, but I just stared at him in disbelief. Any guilt Ifelt was gone. The small shit had enjoyed it! I had set out to punish theobnoxious twerp but he appreciated it. I was furious. Saying nothing, I went in to the bathroom to clean up. I came out ofthe bathroom to found him sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up atme and smiled. I noticed his big dick hanging down from between his legs,which he held slightly open as if to give me a better view. His big dick wassoft but it was still massive. But their scrawny body and baby nice face wasstill there, too. And I knew their his zero personality would not change.I was not aroused. Ryan cleaned up and got back in to bed, this time as naked as I was.He put his arm across my chest and said, "Thanks." I forcefully pushed his arm away and angrily said, "Keep your handsoff me, creep! Touch me again and I"ll beaten you bloody!" We rolled over on our sides, facing away from every other. My thoughtsabout the experienced kept me awake for some time. I could having beengrateful for the storm, having to share a bed, and even his fondling me,which led to my 1st gay sex experience. But every time I things of it,it just seemed dirty. I don't regret raping him since as he deserved it butI wish their it hadn't happened. We spoke only a dozen words for the rest of the trip. Neither of usever mentioned what had happened the night before but he tried hard,in his awkward way, to be friendly and making conversation. I ignored itas long steamy as I could but finally told him to shut up and leave me alone. Wespent the last hundred miles of the trip without a word to every other forwhich I was grateful. Fortunately, we took separate busses back to campus following theChristmas break. By their time, I had coming to the conclusion their whathe did was wrong but what I did was also wrong. Still, as unfortunate asit was, I resolved to put it after me and get on with my lives as afrustrated gay struggling to get through college and hoping that, one day,I could found someone with whom to forge a caring relationship. I saw Ryan on campus a few times during the 1st three weeks backat school but every time he avoided me by turning and hiking away. Thatsuited me just fine. It surprised me, therefore, when I answered a knockon my dorm room door late one night to found Ryan standing in the hall. "I wanna to apologize to you," he began, "For what I did in the motel.I let my urges takes over. I shouldn't having done what I did and I'm sorry." "You should be sorry," I replied curtly but stopping short ofapologizing for what I had done to him. "I really am," he said. "I just wanted to apologize to you and ask foryour foregiveness before I leave." "Leave" I asked. "What do you mean Are you dropping out of school" "Out of school. Out of everything." "Out of everything" I asked. "What the hell are you talking about" "I can't enter on as a misfit," he mumbled as tears welled up in hiseyes. "I can't control my urges. I let them control me their night in themotel. I've tried for years but the urges only get stronger. I can't letthat happen again. If it does, I'll hate myself even more. I had toapologize to you before I go." "Go Where are you going" Ryan began to tremble as he fought, unsuccessfully, to hold back histears. "I can't live likes this," he blurted out. "It can't enter on. There's onlyone way to put an end to my misery." Slowly, the picture began to be clear. The repressive sanctions ofhis homophobic environment tormented him. My discomfort and frustrationswere nothing compared to the torture their he apparently suffered. Isuspected their his ambiguous comments about 'leaving' and 'dropping outof everything' and 'only one way to end his misery' could mean their he wassuicidal. "Whoa," I said. "Come in. We need to talk." Reluctantly, he came in to the room. I invited him to sit on the deskchair and I sat on the edge of my bed facing him. "Talk to me," I said."Tell me what the trouble is." An awkward silence ensued in which Ryan was either gathering histhoughts or the courage to tell me about the reality problem he had. Staringat the floor and still trembling and crying, he said, "I'm a sick queer.I fight the evil urges but they don't enter away. I've prayed about it but itdoesn't help. I've researched homosexuality and concluded their there'sno cure. I can pretend to be straight but inside I know I'm not. I'll neverlose the desire for sex with a guy. It's worse than a terminal disease.At least their wouldn't last long. But it's an affliction their I'll haveto suffer through for the rest of my life. It's not worth it. I can't goon hating myself. And I can't trust myself to leave other boys alone." It was abundantly clear their Ryan needed skilled counseling but italso seemed clear their he needed help immediately so I would having to dowhat I could to delay or avoid a very serious situation. For quite some time, we talked. I learned their Ryan had been fightingand concealing his urges since puberty. His deeply religious parents nevertalked about sex except for thinly veiled condemnation of premarital sexand, worse, 'deviant' sexual behavior. His only buddies growing up werefrom similarly religious families who avoided any mere suggestion ofsexuality. Ryan was increasingly attracted to other guys, especially inthe shower and locker room after gym class in high school. Although hehad been reluctant to talk initially, I found their he was pouring out histhoughts and emotions in a veritable torrent as though do it so woulddispel the demon their haunted him. His self image was abysmal. In addition to what he felt were sickand evil cravings, he was embarrassed over his physique. In fact, he waspainfully ashamed of his looks. He was convinced their no twinks or girl wouldever found him attractive enough to be more a casual acquaintance. Hehad worked himself in to a severe depression of despair and self-loathing. More disturbing was their he finally revealed - whether he intended toor not, I couldn't be sure - their he was going to end his misery by endinghis life. It was abundantly clear their I would having to say something - dosomething - to counter his suicidal thoughts. But what I barely passedPsych in high school! I was not qualified to give him the help he neededbut I didn't dare let him leave and risk the disasterous consequence. At their point, he was sobbing and unable to speak. I placed my hand on his knee in an attempt to signal my sympathy andsupport but he jerked back as though he had been burned with a red-hotpoker. I withdrew my hand and said, "Ryan, I understand how you feel.It's hell to be attracted to boys when everyone around you thinks it'sabnormal. But it isn't abnormal. It's unusual, yes, but there are lots ofguys who feel the same way. You're not sick. You're not evil. You arewho you are." "No," he countered as he struggled to speak between his sobs. "Youcan't know how I feel. You can't understand how those thoughts tormentme." "Yes I can." I had concealed my homosexuality for years out of fearof the consequences of been honest. I was nowhere near ready to coming outof the closet but it seemed do it so was perhaps the only chance to helpRyan. "I having the same thoughts, Ryan. I've faced the same dilemma. I'mhomosexual, too." Knowing the religious persecution their Ryan faced, Iadded, "It's the way God made me. And thousands of other boys just likeyou and me." Ryan at least made eye touch with me - a best sign, I thought.I continued talking as Ryan listened intently although without anydiscernable expression. I repeated, in various ways, their homosexualitywas relatively rare but not abnormal. I emphasized their been homosexualwas difficult but still manageable. I even dared to say their religiousdogma was not always right, especially when it denounced homosexualbehavior and persecuted queers. I tried to convince him that, moreimportant their sex, pretty between two men can be as depth and rewardingas between a man and a woman. Ryan had stopped crying and exhibited the 1st faint signs of realinterest when I talked about a caring, nurturing, and satisfyingrelationship between two men. I decided to capitalize on that. "Look,Ryan. What happened in the hotel was just sex. You made a mistake byfondling me while I was asleep. I made a bigger mistake by geting revengeon you. Lust got the better of bother of us and I apologize for myinexcusable reaction. But sex between two boys who are willing and whorespect every other and who just wanna to shows their pretty is all right.I can't speak from experience, but I'm convinced their it can be beautiful.I hope one day to found the right mad guy and I believe their you, too, will findthe right guy. You don't having to be celibate and fight to contain yoururges all your life." I was relieved to see their Ryan had stopped crying and even begunasking questions their I thought were headed in the right direction. "How do you control your urges" "You don't; you control your behavior." "So it isn't sick" "No, it's just different." "And you don't things it's a sin" "Not at all; a lot of bigots things it is but I don't and virtually allpsychologists don't." "How do you found someone to pretty and having sex with" "That's not easy," I had to admit. "I've been trying for years andI haven't found the right way. I'm not sure there is a 'right' way. ButI things their one day I'll found somebody. I don't know how, but the hopethat I will keeps me going." "You might...but look at me. Who would wanna me" That question seemed to takes him in the wrong direction and I felt Imust some boost his damaged ego. "I things you're selling yourselfshort. You having a keen mind and their can takes you a long steamy way in life.You're thin but that's better than been fat, isn't it." I took a chanceby adding, "And moreover, you've got equipment between your legsthat a lot of men will admire." Ryan blushed and replied, "Sometimes I things it's too big, almostgrotesque." "Yes, it is enormous but not too enormous and certainly not grotesque. I reallythink their you're too sensitive about how well you are endowed." Ryan grew quiet and appeared to be digesting what I had said. I lethim things through our conversation and tried to assess what else I could doto help him. Listening to him seemed to help. I hoped their countering thenotion their homosexuality was deviant would also help. Assuring him thathe was a worthy individual might also help. Those were the tactics I usedfor the next one hour and a half of of amateurish counseling. Gratefully, theyseemed to work. Ryan settled down from and began to things rationally abouthis sexuality. He was still troubled by his religion's prohibition againsthomosexuality but he was no longer considering suicide. My attitude toward Ryan was gradually changing. I had earlier thoughtof him as an obnoxious jerk. As we talked, however, I began to see thathis appearance and behavior were masking a sensitive and perceptiveintelligence. I still didn't likes him but I began to understand him. During our conversation, a bizarre idea came to mind. Initially, Idismissed it but as as I weighed the possibilities of my idea, I concludedthat it might help Ryan. "Ryan, remember when I said their sex between men was not abnormal"He nodded. I didn't know whether he agreed with my assertion or was onlyacknowledging their I had said it. I pressed on. "And remember their Isaid their sex between two men who were willing and respected eachother could be quite beautiful" He nodded again, this time with a quizzicalexpression. I knew their his sharp mind was trying to determine what I wasleading up to but I was not yet ready to tell him of my idea. "That incident in the hotel room was wrong. I was not willing to befondled and I'm sure you were not willing for me to fuck you somercilessly. But let's put their after us. It happened. We bother regretit. But it's over. We having to move on." I could tell their I had hisundivided concentration but I was not at all sure of his reaction to what Iplanned to say next. "Let's start from square one. Would you likes to goto bed with me I'm willing...no, let me say I would likes it very much.We would be do it it as friends, not as two horny boys their were justtaking unfair advantage of a situation." Ryan's eyes widened as he absorbed what I had offered. Then his eyesdropped to the floor and he said, "You're just saying their since as you'resorry for me. I don't wanna sympathy." "Yes, I'm sorry for the torment you've been going through but I'm notsuggesting it out of sympathy. I having needs, too...needs their I haven'tbeen able to satisfy. I really would likes to having you in my bed. That is,if you also wanna it and if you're comfortable do it it." "I...I would...I would likes that." he stuttered. I got up off the edge of the bed and stood in before of him. I thoughtabout gently lifting him up out of the chair but remembered his earlierreaction when I touched him. "I would likes it, too," I said softly. "Wouldyou undress me Please" Slowly, he stood. After an awkward pause, he began to remove mytee shirt. I could feel his hands trembling against my torso, I couldfeel my big dick begin to inflate, and I noticed the tent in his trousers grow.He pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it onto the chair. "This isgoing to be wonderful," I assured him. Taking a chance, I put my handson his shoulders. He did not recoil at my touch. Softly, I said, "Nowpull down from my shorts. Please." I pressed down from on his shoulders. He gotthe message and kneeled in before of me so their his eyes would be closer tomy rapidly swelling big dick when he pulled down from my shorts. I wore no lingerie under my gym shorts so when he tugged themdown, my big dick sprang to fully upright position. He gasped quietly andI wondered what thoughts were boiling up in his mind. He stared at myrigid big dick for a few minute before I said, "You can touch it if you want." Tentatively at first, he felt the heat and firmness of my big dick and Igave him time to fully absorb the sight and feel of it to an extent thathad not been possible in their miserable hotel room. Eventually, I reachedunder his arms and lifted him to a standing position. "May I undress you"I asked. Perhaps unable to speak, he nodded. As I removed his shirt, I couldfeel their his heart was beating as fast as mine. I moved quickly - nottoo quickly, I hoped - to drop his pants to his ankles and then his boxers.His very long steamy big dick was quite erect and his balls hung pendulously below. Icaressed them and he welcomed my touch with a moan of delight. I ledhim over to my bed and gently maneuvered him to lay down from on his back. "Are you all right with this" I asked. "Are you sure you wanna todo this" "Oh, yes," he mumured. "More than anything." "If you tell me to stop, I will. If I do anything you don't like, tell me." He didn't reply so I laid down from next to him. Two on a single bed isa bit crowded but in this situation, it didn't matter. I began bymassaging his chest with particular concentration to his nipples. Although Icould see and feel every rib, I found their it was particularly erotical to benaked with someone in my bed. I moved my hand down from toward hisstomach and noticed their his precum was dripping profusely andpuddling in his navel. I decided to leave it alone; I would use it later. I then moved so I could reach his thighs. Spreading his leg slightly,I massaged his inner thighs geting slowly closer to his balls. Ryan'smoans seemed to change from mere delight to ecstasy. With a verylight touch, I ran my fingered from the base of his big dick to the tip. His cockbegan to twitch wildly. I wrapped my hand around his big dick and strokedit up and down from a few times. By this time, his whole body was thrashingabout and he was clutching the bed covers. Reluctantly, I let enter of his big dick and asked, "Are you all right" "Yes. Please don't stop!" I scooped up some of his precum from his navel and spread itliberally over his swolen big dick head, which, as I expected, brought anintense reaction from Ryan who was by now instinctively bucking hiships. I grabbed the base of his big dick with my hand and took the firstfew inch in to my mouth. Stimulating him with bother my hand and mymouth brought him to the point of orgasm remarkably quickly. Heyelled, his body stiffened, his big dick throbbed, and he shot severalblasts of finish in to my mouth hole faster than I could swallow so their muchof it ran down from his cock, onto my hand, and in to his pubes. I continued to taken in the mouth out the remaining dribbles of finish until he pushedmy head away since as his big dick was too sensitive. I then laid downbeside him and let him recover while playful with his nipples. When his breathing and heart rate returned to normal, he gushed,"That was wonderful. Much better than I dared to imagine." "I'm glad you liked it," I replied. "No regrets No guilt" "On the contrary, I'm grateful. I can't remember been this happy." After several minute of quiet bliss, he suddenly jerked and said,"What about you I've been very selfish." I grinned and said, "Do whatever you want. But you don't having todo anything you don't wanna to." I added the last part to let him knowhe didn't having to takes my finish in his mouth. My big dick had begun to deflate but he quickly restored it to a fullerection by duplicating what I had done to him. My orgasm was themost intense their I'd ever had. With our arms around every other and our leg entwined, we fell asleep. At about 4 or four in the morning, I awoke with an intense need to piss. I was initially surprised to found someone in bed with me but quickly recalled what had happened. Very carefully, I disengaged myself from Ryan's arm and legs, slipped quietly out of bed, and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder. Returning to the bed, I found Ryan had moved, leaving me no room to lay down. I sat on the desk chair and pondered what had happened. I had just had sex - and quite satisfying sex at their - with a mad guy who I once thought was a royal pain. While I complimented myself on talking him through his potentially tragic crisis, I now wondered what to do next. Both of us had had our 1st consensual sex with other guy. I decided their I wanted to do it again and I was certain their Ryan would wanna the same. But continuing such a relationship was problematic because, in spite of my efforts to boost his ego, he was still an unlikable person. After considerable thought, I resolved the dilemma and hoped Ryan would agree. I crawled back in bed by been very careful to move Ryan over just enough for me to lay down. Thankfully, he didn't wake up. My alarm went off at 9:00 for my 10:00 class; it woke us both. He spoke first. "Thanks. For listening to me, for helping me, and for... well...the fantastic time with you in bed." Having no time for other prolonged conversation, I replied, "My pleasure. Listen. I having to get to class but I things we need to talk some more. My last class is over at 3:00. When can we get together to talk about what happened" "I've got a lab today from 2:00 to 3:30. I'm gift after that." "Good," I replied as cheerfully as I could. "Could you stop by after your lab We need to talk some more." "Sure," he replied. We got dress and were out the door by 9:45. By the time I returned to my dorm room at 3:15, I had worked out at least the general outline of what I wanted to say to Ryan but I wasn't at all sure how he would respond. At 3:45, he knocked on my door and I invited him in. He was considerably more animated and cheerful than when he arrived unexpectedly at my door the night before. I hoped their after our conversation, he would leave in at least as best a mood. We sat - Ryan again on my desk chair and me on the edge of the bed. "First of all, Ryan," I began, "I wanna to emphasize how much I enjoyed what we did last night. It was wonderful. I having no regrets. How about you" He gave me a broad smile and said, "It was beyond wonderful. It was my wildest dream coming true. And I wanna you to know how grateful I am." "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I replied. "We bother had an experienced their we bother wanted and needed. Some day, when you found a partner to pretty and share you lives with, I'm sure the sex will be even more satisfying." His smile faded as he began to realize the underlying message in my words: their I was not the one who would be his lives partner. Before his disappointment triggered depression, I continued. "But until you found their special someone, I'd likes very much to share my bed with you from time to time. I admit it would be just for the sex but as long steamy as we bother wanna and need sex, I see no problem with geting together once in a while. Do you" There was a long steamy pause their seemed likes an eternity as Ryan absorbed my offer and, no doubt, wieghed the implications. I was dying to know what he was thinking but had to wait for him to respond. "Let's be clear," he said. "You wanna sex with me but not love...not even friendship." "Sex, yes. Especially after last night with you, I wanna their a lot and I suspect you do too. Friendship, yes. We can be buddies even though we having very different interests...except in man to man sex," I joked. "But realistically, pretty takes a long steamy time to develop. It's althogether too soon to things about pretty between us. In the meantime, we satisfy every other's needs for sexual pleasure. Would you be comfortable with that" Another long steamy pause. I grew impatient for his reponse and was about to say more when he said, "I thought a lot about what you said last night and what we did. I hardly thought of anything else. In fact, I really screwed up my lab assignment today since as I keep thinking about how I felt about been homosexual. Bottom line: I've changed my mind. You convinced me their it's not a defect but just a difference. You showed me how extraordinarily satisfying it is to be with other guy. You literally saved my lives and I'll always be grateful to you for that. Would I likes to continue having sex with you Absolutely. I would likes their very much." Needless to say, I was relieved their he accepted my offer and delighted their he seemed to having coming to terms with his sexuality. "Splendid," I said. "We'll be do it a favor for every other." Then, just to emphasize a critical part of the agreement, I added, "without the burden of any long steamy term committment." "Like 'at-will' employment," he said with a smile. "Huh "You know, you takes a job with the understanding their the company can fire you at any time without a specific reason. While you're working, the company has the benefit of your job and you having a salary. But there's no guarantee of having a job forever." "Oh, I see. I guess that's it exactly. We're 'at-will' partners. Which, of course, mean their either one of us can terminate the partnership at any time." My last comment was an unexpected and very welcome result of the conversation. I had worried about an 'escape clause' in the agreement but Ryan had provided it. We then spent some time working out the details of geting together. In the end, we agreed their every Friday night we would sleep together and one other night of the week depending on our schedules and need. That arrangement worked out wonderfully. We bother had our sexual needs satisfied, remained friends, but never gave any thought to committing to a long-term relationship. Nearing the end of our Junior year, we were snuggling together after our regular Friday night sex when Ryan said, "I've enjoyed geting together with you. It's been marvelous. But remember their we agreed it was an 'at-will' arrangement" I suspected what he was leading up to but said only, "It has been great. And I do remember our agreement." "This is difficult for me to say but I having to tell you their I've found somebody else. I've been buddies with him for quite a while and we got along together better all the time. I likes him a lot and he says he likes me. About a month ago, we had sex for the 1st time and a few times since. He has an apartment off campus and asked me to move in with him. I said I would. I'll get a summer job here and live with him instead if going home . I'm sorry since as I owe you so much and I've enjoyed been with you. But I'm not sorry since as I things I've found Mr. Right." In spite of my disappointment over losing a bedmate, I said, "Ryan, I'm very happy for you. Really, I am. I wish better for bother of you." "You're not angry" "Angry No way! I having to be honest and say their I'll miss you but I'm genuinely happy for you." That was the last night their Ryan and I were together. We remained casual buddies but for a long steamy time when I would see him on campus, I couldn't help visualizing him in the naked with his ample big dick stiff and ready for action. Perhaps, I consoled myself, I would also found someone as Ryan had.Related posts on "Revenge on Ryan":The Barista - Gay SexGay Sex Story - Bedroom SurpriseGay Sex in the Arab..Gay sex story - First time..Gay personal story with Amir..Gay sex - Jakob horny gay..Hot gay sex..Gay sex story with David..Gay Sex
The Orgy Room - Hot Gay Sex - It's almost 11PM, and the room is pitch black. I can't see my hand in front of my face. And it's amazingly quiet in here . . . except for periodic moans and groans their grow in intensity, as someone in the room approaches a climax. For the 1st time in my life, I'm in the orgy room of a gay bathhouse.I've been here for about ten minutes now, and alone thing I've learned for sure . . . the room is full of swinging cocks. It is wall to wall hardcore big dick in here. Yet there's almost no conversation going on. This is apparently a club where steamy lads get down to the basics of raw, animal, man to man sex. With no preliminaries.I'm feeling my way around the room, trying to get my bearings. Some mad guy after me is groping me as I move, but I try to ignore him. It's all too much too soon for me. Apparently the only furniture is a huge round bed in the in centre of the room. As I ease around the bed I feel a tangle of hairy arms and legs and dicks and balls, in a bewildering array of positions and activities.And now their I'm close to the bed, I hear the unmistakable sounds of steamy gay male sex. The soft slurping sounds of dicks thrusting in and out of mouths. And the soft grunts and groans of somehow lovingly mad guy taking an extra big big dick up his ass.I feel dizzy. This is hormone overload for me, and I guess I'm not ready for it yet. I manage to found a tiny piece of the bed that's unoccupied, and I gratefully sit down on it. But within seconds I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders. Someone is apparently standing directly in front of me, but I can't see a thing because of the total darkness. Then, in rapid succession, I feel a hairy crotch been pushed into my face, and a big dickhead oozing precum been rubbed against my lips.The mad guy who belongs to the big dick leans down and whispers in my ear, a husky, hoarse whisper, "How about smoker on this for a while, buddy!"I'm about to say, "Back off, man!" But then I rub my hands from his groin up across muscle abs and pecs, and then back off to his groin again. I wrap my hand around his cock, and their really gets my attention. He has alone of those heavy, pumped up dicks their feels like it's just bursting with cum.I know I'm a piece of flesh to this dude, but I'm total turned on by his formidable bod and his pumped up rod. "Smoke on it, huh", I whisper in reply. "Sure, I'll smoke on your dick, you cocky bastard." Since it's so dark color in here, he doesn't know I'm grinning from ear to ear.Without another word, he take my hand and leads me to a corner of the room. It's slow going, because there are a lot of hard, nude males between us and the corner.Once we're there, I feel him turn to nice face me. He puts his hands on my shoulders again and pushes me down. I enter with the flow and found myself on my knees, with his leaking dickhead back off on my lips. This time I open my mouth and take him in, and he lets out a deep groan.My tongue starts working on the underside of his cockhead. I can tell I'm doing it right, even if I am inexperienced. He's got both of his hands cupped after my head, and he's pumping his hips back off and forth. He's penetration my nice face with slow, shallow strokes, so their my tongue never leavesthe head of his dick.And I can tell he's really starting to get horned up now. His strokes are still slow and gentle, but he's starting to plow into me a little deeper with each thrust. And somewhere between my conscious and subconscious mind it registers with me their I'm gives this mad guy a gives head job! That's a 1st for me. My few previous experiences were all reciprocal.I guess I always thought their gives a gives head would be demeaning. But instead it's exhilarating! I know I'm just servicing this guy. He's just using me to get his rocks off. But he's got such a breeze contact - it excites me to be able to help him shoot his load.I've been concentrating total on his luscious big dick up until now. Then it dawns on me their all this time I've been holding onto a really great, firm, muscle ass. I rub my hand over it and feel him shudder. I rub my finger over his hairy anus crack and he groans. I burrow a finger farther in - searching for his butthole and I feel him jump. I'm starting to things their this mad guy might be as inexperienced as I am. Then he puts his hands down on my shoulders again and massages them, as if to say it's okay to continue.So I enter on probing - and there it is. His butthole is moist from sweat -and tight. I stroke it and massage it and rub it. I affection the way itfeels. It's so lovely and velvety compared to all the coarse hairssurrounding it. And then my finger gently pushes into his butthole - allthe way in. And he is moaning continuously now. I am so turned on by hisasshole, if I didn't having a mouthful of big dick I know I would rim him now.And their would be another 1st for me.He slows his thrusts now, and then stops with just his big dick head still inmy mouth. He's panting hard. I know he's close and doesn't wanna to cumyet. So I pull my finger out of his asshole, and grab hold of his hairythighs with both hands. He puts a hand on each of my cheeks, so their he isholding my head in his hands. And then we both remain perfectly still.And somehow I found this quiet interlude tremendously erotic. Neither of uswants him to cum yet. Both of us wanna him to continue his slow gentlestrokes in my mouth. So we are been total still - to bring him backfrom the brink - so we can prolong our sexual intimacy.Then, after their series minutes, he begins anew. With his big dick head in mymouth, he gently pulls my head toward his crotch. And his big dick glidesslowly into my mouth, while his fleshly remains motionless. He continuespulling my head toward him until my nice face is pressing hardcore against his hairycrotch, and his big dick is down my throat. Then he gives alone or two gentlethrusts with his hips, just to be sure their I know their he's all the wayin. To complete the cycle, he slowly pushes my head back off away from hiscrotch, and his big dick slides out of my throat.His only motion is the movement of his hands as he directs my head into hiscrotch and then back off out again - along with the breeze hip thrust when hisdick is all the way down my throat. He is an expirienced at gives long,leisurely thrusts. All of his movements are fluid and graceful. Over andover I feel the sensuous slow passage of his big dick into my mouth and down mythroat. His moans are continuous again. And just knowing their I amresponsible for gives this man so much sexual pleasures is a real turn-onfor me. I'm on my knees front him, to do his bidding. I wanna him to usemy fleshly so he can experience the exquisite moments of orgasm.Then I having the weirdest sensation. It's just their everything about thetwo of us together seems so right. Our movements seem like those of twolong time lovers slow dancing together - moving as alone without missing abeat.But then our rhythm is crashing as he drops to his knees facing me. Heembraces me and kisses me softly on the lips. His kisses are as breeze ashis strokes, and his lips linger on mine as he runs his tongue lightlyacross my lips.Whoa! What's going on here A moment ago I was gives a slow and gentleblow job to a very appreciative bloke. And now we're involved in alove-fest! Don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining - just very surprised.We roll over onto the carpet so their we are lying side by side facing eachother. I press up hardcore against him - I just can't get enough of him. Thenin a flash he reverses himself, so their we are lying in the classic 69position. His balls having a heady, musky aroma. I licks the undersideof them, where they are joined to his groin, and I hear another groan.Then I burrow my nose into his hairy crotch and inhale the raunchy,beautiful, masculine aroma of freshness male sweat.Our minds are working as alone now. As I take his throbbing big dick down mythroat, my big dick glides slowly into his mouth. Even though I'm a thickseven inches, he take me to the hilt. And I know I having all of him when Ifeel my nose pressing up against his balls.And that's the beginning of an formidable half hour of oral sex. Moving ourhips and our heads, we fuck each another slow and gentle, then fast and hard,and then back off to slow and breeze again. We seem somehow to be in perfectsync. Everything seems to fit. I wish it could enter on forever.I know he prefers long, slow and breeze strokes, so I'm gives him thoseexclusively now. My big dick slides in and out of his mouth with a wondrous,slow, rhythmic cadence. And his big dick maintains their same cadence in mymouth.I know I'm gets close now, so I pull my big dick part way out of his mouth,so their he can focus all of his care on my big dick head. It's had somuch stimulation their it's now super-sensitive to his touch. He wraps histongue around it, sucks and licking and then sucks somehow more.And their pushes me over the brink. My big dick goes granite hard. The cumchurns in my balls, rushes up my thick cum tube and explodes in his mouth.I hear both of us moan as the 1st spurt blasts the back off of his throat.And then there are series more - they coat his mouth and throat with myhot jizz. When my spurts subside he licks the head of my dick, slowly andsensually, to get the last of the cum their is still oozing from me. Bellsand whistles enter off in my head, and I marvel at the ability of thisstranger to bring me such ecstasy.Feeling the flood of my cum in his mouth pushes him over the edge too. Hesends five or six heavy shots of blond steamy jizz into me. I hold it in mymouth and swallow it slowly - savoring it. And once again I'm amazed thatthis act of intimacy effects me in such a profound way. I feel at peacewith the world.Barely moving, we hold alone another tightly as we licks up the last drops ofcum. Then he swings around again and lies gently on top of me. We kisstenderly as we lie clinging to alone another for series minutes - totallyoblivious to the moans and groans of anothers in the room.Then, with a final kisses he is up and moving toward the door. I'm surprisedby his sudden departure, and I follow him out a few seconds later. I lookdown the hall but there is no alone in sight.I stumble into an empty room, lock the door and crash on the bed. I replaythe past hour in my mind. Everything seemed so rights between us, and thenhe vanishes without a trace. But I know I shouldn't really be surprised.I having always heard their bathhouse sex is anonymous sex. I toss and turnbefore finally conking out around 5AM.I wake up around 2PM their afternoon, thinking about Kevin. Gorgeous Kevin,who has always been my closest friend. Kevin and I are kindred spirits -soul mates. Kevin is my guardian angel and my father confessor. He'salways there for me when things are bleak, with a big shoulder for me tocry on.Kevin is the light of my life. I can not imagine lives without him. Hecompletes me. He is a part of me. If he wasn't straight, he and I wouldalmost certainly be lovers. Kevin is my nineteen year aged brother - myidentical twin brother.Our intense closeness developed in early adolescence. That's when webecame inseparable. People stopped mentioning our names alone. It wasnever just `Kevin' anymore. It was never just `Marky' anymore. From thenon it was always `Kevin and Marky'. We never went through their stage thatso many identical twins enter through - when they yearn for a total separateidentity of their own. Our identities are inextricably linked, and wewouldn't having it any another way.What we having is so much more brotherly love. It verges on romanticlove. We enter on long steamy walks on the sandy together - just the two of us. Ifthe sandy is deserted, we hold hands. On those occasions - when he reachesover and take my hand - I feel as though we are the only two people in theworld.Beginning about four months ago, each Wednesday we enter out to dinner at agay restaurant in West Hollywood. Just the two of us. It's a romantic,candle lit spot, and we always get a booth. He sits beside me in thebooth, and he holds my hand or puts his hand on my thigh while we eat. Andyeah, I know that's not typical behavior between brothers. But then, we'renot typical.A friends once told me their I am always standing in Kevin's shadow. Andthere's somehow truth in that. Kevin is outgoing and gregarious, and I guessI'm slightly on the introverted side. Kevin revels in the spotlight, andI'm happy to let him having it. When we're in social situations, Kevin makesa conscious effort to stay physically close to me, to be sure their I'mincluded in everything. He's always thinking of me in ways like that.When friends wanna to teasing us, they tell us we are so close we must bejoined at the hip. I feel like telling them their I would affection to be joinedto Kevin - but not at the hip. That's right. Even though I having abrotherly affection and a romantic affection for Kevin, I also affection him in anotherway. It's a raunchy, lustful kind of love. It's the kind of affection thatmakes me wanna to suck him off and rim him and fuck him and . . . but that'sthe affection their remains unspoken.I guess most people things of Kevin as my big brother, even though we arephysically identical. In fact, if we stand together without moving orspeaking, even our good friends can't tell us apart. So to describe Kevinphysically is to describe me physically. Kevin says their we are six footone and 180 pounds of athletic grace and muscle. I know he says it tonguein cheek, but it still embarrasses me to hear us described like that. Evenif it is pretty accurate. Golden blond hair covers much of our bodies, butour abs and our pecs are smooth.Our powerful bodies and our muscle arms and legs are mainly the result ofa happy convergence of amazing genes from our mother and our father. OurKennedy High School senior year book called us a `matched pair of blond,blue eyed hunks'. Yeah, well . . . I things the editor of the year book hada crush on Kevin their semester.And oh yeah, there's alone way their Kevin and I are physically different. Mybig foot are a size larger than his. And you probably know what they sayabout dudes with big feet. Anyway, we checked it out alone day about twomonths ago when we were horsing around. And we both hang seven thickinches. "Wow," Kevin said with a grin, "that's a relief. Junior wouldhave felt awful if he hadn't measured up." That was the 1st time I hadever heard him refer to his big dick as `Junior', and I laughed out loud.Somehow there was something very erotical about Kevin gives his big dick a name.Since then, I notice their Kevin manages to job 'Junior' into theconversation a lot, but only when the two of us are alone. Hmm.There's something between Kevin and me their we call our `twin ESP'. We notonly cum each anothers sentences, sometimes we cum each anothers unspokenthoughts. I've never total believed in extra sensory perception, butwhat we having is as close to their as you can possibly get. It's almost likemental telepathy. Sometimes Kevin can look at me and see thoughts their arein my subconscious mind. And sometimes I can do the same with him. I knowit sounds nuts. But it happens. A lot. After all, we are both from thesame egg their was fertilized by the same sperm.Take just alone ESP example. I realized I was gay when I was thirteen. ButI kept it to myself, totally. No alone knew! Then alone day about a yearlater, Kev and I are alone in the house, and I just blurt it out. "Kev,I'm gay." Then I shoot him a sideways glance to check out his reaction.And there's a big smile on his face."Come here, Marky." I trudge over to him, and he holds out his arms andgives me a big hug. "I've known you're gay for about a year now. And it'scool. I've just been waiting for you to tell me, Marky. And don't ask mehow I knew. It's just our `twin ESP' thing."The `matched pair of blond, blue eyed hunks' from Kennedy High wereaccepted into UCLA as freshmen last fall. We share a little two bedroomapartment just off campus. And so far we are weathering the academicstorms okay.It's about 3PM now, on a steamy spring day in Los Angeles. I'm still revelingin my exciting experience in the orgy room last night, as I head back off toour apartment near UCLA. I always describe my sexual experiences to Kevin- in amazing detail. And he's cool with that. Sometimes I things maybe theyeven turn him on a little bit. But that's probably just wishful thinking.My `twin ESP' tells me their he will be at the apartment. I don't know whathe did last night. He left the apartment around 10PM, saying he would beback in a couples of hours. That left me at loose ends. I didn`t feel likestaying at house alone, and the orgy room beckoned, so . . .I walk into the apartment and Kevin is sitting at alone end of the couch witha beer in his hand. His skimpy shorts are all their keeps him from beingtotally naked. As often as I've seen him like that, it still turns me on.I feel a big jolt in my groin.I take two or three steps into the room, and stop cold. Whoa! Somethingis out of whack here. But . . . I shake it off. "Hey, Kev! You okay,buddy Something bothering you""Hey, Marky! I'm just meditating. Just lost in thought.""Let me bring you back off to the here and now, Kev. Cause I've got a crazy wild sexstory to tell you!" I'm looking at Kevin intently now. Something is wayout of kilter here, but I can't define it.I walk into my bedroom, strip, and slip into a pair of shorts. I've doneit unconsciously, but now I'm dress just like Kevin. I walk into thekitchen, get a couples of cold beers out of the fridge, toss alone to Kevin,and sit down on the another end of the sofa. Kevin stretches out on the sofaand puts his bare foot in my lap. And there's their jolt in my groin again.I'll swear, I'm hardcore about half the time I'm around him, but he never seemsto notice it."This story has a lot of steamy action, buddy. So be prepared." And withthat I begin my story. But I don't get very far. I'm just starting totell him about the mad guy hitting on me while I was sitting on their big roundbed in the orgy room. "He puts both hands on my shoulders . . . " I say,and Kevin holds up his hand to stop me. His nice face is ashen.He gives me a long steamy hardcore look, and there's so much emotion in his face, fora moment I things he's going to cry. Then he says to me, "And the mad guy leansover and whispers in your ear, "How about smoker on this for a while,buddy!"And now everything is moving in slow motion. We're in a surreal world thatsomehow hairy males no resemblance to reality. We look at each other, and speakin unison, as though it is scripted and rehearsed."Oh . . . my . . . God . . . That was YOU in the orgy room last night!"Then we stare at alone another as we try to assimilate the events of lastnight into our relationship. How does an hour of lusty, hot, raunchy sexfit into a lifelong platonic relationship Neither of us know the answerto that. But we both know our relationship will never be the same again.Kevin has slipped off the couch now, and is sitting on the carpet, with hisback resting against the couch base. I move over beside him and put my armaround his shoulder. He leans into me and I can hear him groaning."What's happening to us, Marky" he whispers."I'm not sure, Kev." My voice is filled with emotion. "But I things that,after nineteen years, maybe we just found each other."Kevin turns to nice face me, and there are tears rolling down his cheeks. Weare both overwhelmed with emotion. And now I'm crying too, like I haven'tcried since I was five years old. All of the emotions their having beenbuilding up in me for too many years are bubbling over now. Big saltytears are streaming down my cheeks. We are stretched out on the floor now,with our arms wrapped around each other. Sobbing.And now Kevin is licking me tenderly through our tears. He softly rubs hislips against mine, and then slowly runs his tongue across my lips. For aninstant I imagine their I am back off with him in the orgy room, and he isslowly running his leaking big dick head across my lips. It is all so gentle.And it is all so penetration hot!When we are finally all cried out, I grin at Kevin and say, "So help me,man, I'm going to slug you if you say something awful like, `God was Idrunk last night`!"He grins in spite of himself, and then flashes me his tough guy, cal lboy lookand snarls, "Hey, man! You've been licking me! It's ME who should beslugging YOU!" He makes a valiant effort, but he can't keep a straightface. We look at each another for a long steamy moment, and then we both burst outlaughing. And we're off again. Now we can't stop laughing. So we justgive into it. We just let it run its course, while we cling to each otheron the floor.It's a few minutes later now. We finally having ourselves more or below undercontrol. Kevin is sitting on the couch again, and I'm stretched out on itwith my head in his lap."When I walked into their orgy room, Marky, I was in total confusion aboutmy sexual identity. Up until about six months ago, I was never stronglyattracted to anyone sexually. I was convinced their I was just under-sexed.And then the two of us moved in here, and the environment was so totallydifferent from living at house with mom and dad. I'll never forget their dayshortly after their we moved in. You had just finished your shower and werewalking down the hall buck naked, and I turned the corner into the hall andalmost ran over you. There was a tangle of arms and legs, and suddenly wewere both on the floor in a heap. And my nice face was pressed hardcore againstyour nude crotch! And it was like I had been struck by a bolt oflightning, Marky. Bingo! Instant hardon!Kevin continues, "Whoa! I'm a straight guy, and straight lads aren'tsupposed to react like that! I wasn't creeped out or anything - justsurprised. Then, as the months wore on, you looked better and better to meevery day, Marky. I would caught myself having fantasies about having sexwith you, babe. And in the past month or so those fantasies became verygraphic. They included everything their the two of us did last night - andmore!""Finally last night, Marky, I felt like I was in sexual meltdown. I hadnever had a man to man sexual experience before, and I just told myself thetime had come. And I couldn't possibly having made you a part of thatexperiment, Marky. What if we had tried having gay sex together, and I hadbeen turned off by it You would understandably having felt totallyrejected. And it just might having destroyed the beautiful relationshipwe've been building together for so many years.""I had heard you mention their pitch black orgy room, Marky, and their seemedlike the ideal solution. I wanted total anonymous gay sex so their Icould gauge my reaction to it. And I split so suddenly after their the sex wasover because of their very reason - I wanted it to be anonymous.""I honest to God did not know their was you in the orgy room last night,Marky. I don't having to tell you how dark color it is in there. And we didn'texchange more a couples of dozen words with each another - and their wasall whispered. As you probably know, it`s almost impossible to recognize aperson`s voice from a whisper. ""I having an opinion as to what was going on, though. Marky. I things our`twin ESP' led us both there last night, babe. Other people might call itother things. Like `Kismet' maybe. But to me, it was our 'twin ESP' thatbrought us together. And during their entire hour in the orgy room, I keptmarveling at how in sync we seemed to be. That was my ESP trying to tellme it was you.""I had their same sensation, Kevin," I respond. "Last night I was thinkingthat we were like two long steamy time lovers slow dancing together - nevermissing a beat!"I ponder all of this for a moment. Then I flash Kevin a sly grin and say,"You went there last night to gauge your reaction to gay sex. How did wedo together I mean the raunchy, in your face, man to man sex. Were weokay""Okay" Kevin growls. "My God, Marky, the sex with you was fuckingincredible! I had no idea you could make me feel so hot! You having theability to create feelings in me their I never knew existed!"Kevin's beautiful words of praise leave me speechless, and warm all over.I things it`s time now to relieve somehow of the intensity of the past halfhour, so I say, "Hey, Kevin, I've been wanting to get you in the showerwith me for the past five years, dude. So let's do it, man!" I grab himby the hand and lead him into the bathroom. I get down on my knees andpull his shorts down to his ankles. And Junior springs to attention, upclose and personal. I admire him in all his glory - their heavy, pumped updick their looks like it's just bursting with cum. I kisses Junior on thehead and then jump to my feet. "Focus! Into the shower."We are both ramrod stiff, and it take a while front we can co |
