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My friend Lico, who is 19 and from Guadamala called me two nights ago around 11:30 p.m. He was with his friend Manuel who was also 19 years old but was from El Salvador. They wanted to watch some porno movies but the catch was that Manuel was straight and only wanted to see the "girlie" movies.

Fortunately I did have a bisexual film with two girls and a guy and I expressed to Lico over the telephone. He told his friend what I had and they agreed to come down and watch the film with me. Lico only lives two floors above mine and was down within a minute.

They both entered my apartment and we introduced ourselves. Manuel sat on the couch, Lico next to him but they didn't sit together. There was at least a foot's difference between them.

I put the movie on, and sat on the other side of Manuel. Watching the movie out of one eye and his crotch with the other, I amazingly watched his cock start to grow and grow and grow. I found myself wanted to take it into my mouth so badly but I waited for the right moment to occur.

The moment arrived when he started stroking his thick and long cock through his trousers. I placed my hand on it and he pushed it away. "I no like that," he said with his broken English. I withdrew my hand for a few minutes and tried again. This time he didn't reject my hand and when Lico saw this he put his arm around Manuel.

Manuel didn't freak at this gesture and eventually let me take his monster from the depths of his trousers and it had to have been 10-inches in length and at least 8-inches in diameter. A real jaw breaker at best.

Shifting myself into the right position I started to suck his hot cock and this kid started moaning in Spanish. I was in heaven and I am sure he was too.

Lico and I played with this hot number for almost a half an hour when he started cumming. Lico then came and I followed suit shortly after.

Manuel then went to the bathroom to clean up, Lico remained. Lico told me that he hadn't yet ever seen his friend Manuel's cock and new that I would be able to do that for him. He had only known him for 6-months and had wanted to have sex with him but Manuel always turned him down, which also included not allowing Lico this evening to touch his cock.

When Manuel returned from the bathroom Lico went up to clean off. Manuel told me he wanted to come back the next night at midnight for more "suck".

This has become a nightly event for the past week. Any bets on how long this will go on? All I'll need are some good movies with lot's of women fucking each other!

-The End-

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As a sophomore in college I was struggling through a chemistry lab class when my lab partner offered to come by my apartment and help me out with some of it. He was not really the kind of guy you would expect to be very good chemistry, let alone someone who would offer to spend his time helping me out. He was an athletic looking guy that had to be getting his share of the ladies. He was about 6'5", 225, blonde hair, brown eyes. His name was David. I had always been slightly interested in trying stuff with other guys, but had never really given it too much thought. And when David offered to help me with chem the thought never even crossed my mind about trying something with him. I was just happy to have a little tutoring.

For about a month David would come over and help me with my labs and help with my studying. He would be there at least twice a week and it had been kept strictly to school work. But one day that all changed.

As we were working on a lab David was standing behind me, showing me how to work out a problem. I was sitting and he was kind of leaning over. As I reached for my eraser I jerked my arm back and accidentally elbowed him in the groin. It seemed he was in a little pain, but we kept working on the lab. After a while he had been complaining that his balls were hurting.

After about the third or fourth time he mentioned how he was in pain, I said, "Well, what the hell do you want me to do, kiss it and make it feel better, like mommy used to do."

I had the made the comment sarcastically and we both kinda laughed. Then David jokingly said, "I dare you to, tough guy."

I laughed and said, "In your dreams."

"I double-dare ya," was the next thing I heard.

Still kind of joking and wanting to see how David was going to take this before he backed down, I said, "OK, fine with me, as long as it shuts you up."

I turned in my chair and motioned for him to stand in front of me. David walked over and stopped with his crotch in front of me and started to undo his belt. He then stopped and said, "Ha, got you." He had gone far enough, he thought.

I knew he would back down, but I was curious as to how far I could take this and was beginning to get a little aroused at the idea. Before he turned back away I reached up and grabbed David's belt. I looked up at him and began to undo his belt. He had a slightly confused look on his face, but didn't seem to resist. I took off his belt and started to undo his pants. By this time I could feel my cock growing under my pants and it was obvious David was getting a little aroused too. I took off his pants and then leaned over and kissed his balls through his boxers.

David said, "That's a little better, but not really good yet."

I said, "Oh, really" and grabbed the waistline to his boxers and pulled them down.

He was almost fully hard now and I leaned forward and kissed his bare balls. Only this time I stayed there and began licking his balls and sucking on them. David let out a sigh and a moan and told me that was much better. I then grabbed his growing cock and licked up the length of it. When I got to the tip I circled my tongue around it and began to pump him with my hand. I licked the tip of his dick and flicked the hole some. David sort of pushed his hips toward my mouth and I let the head slip into my mouth. It was one of the greatest feelings I had ever experienced. Here I was with my lips wrapped around the cock of a strapping young college guy and I was loving it.

I began sliding my mouth further down David's cock and felt him hit the back of my throat. I tried to take more of him in, but he was too big. By now, my cock was straining against my pants, so I undid my pants and pulled my cock out and starting stroking it with one hand. The other hand had found its way to David's balls and I massaged them as I began pumping my mouth up and down his hard dick.

After a while David's breathing began to quicken and I figured he was going to cum soon. I wasn't sure what to do so I kept sucking his dick and figured I would try to swallow his load. Then before I knew it David moaned loudly and my mouth was filled with warm, salty cum. I tried to swallow as much as I could but David just kept filling my mouth up and cum was running down my chin and out the corners of my mouth. The taste was so good, I couldn't believe it.

Then David pulled me up by my shoulders and kissed me on my lips and pushed his tongue in my mouth. This caught me off guard, but it felt really good and we kissed for a while, exploring each others mouths with our tongues. He pushed me back and I sat on the edge of the table. David reached down and pulled off my shoes and pants. He bagan stroking my cock and kissed me again. Then he moved his head down and took my cock in his mouth. It felt great. I leaned back and closed my eyes, let out a little moan, and moved my hips up toward his mouth.

David was slowly sucking back and forth on my cock. I could tell I was close to cumming so I grabbed the back of his head and began pulling him down on me. Then David put a finger against my asshole and slowly pushed it in. It hurt a little at first, but it made me feel like I had to cum instantly. I let out a huge sigh and shot my load into his mouth. David eagerly sucked down my first spurt and then the following ones filled up his mouth. He brought his head up and I could tell he had a mouth full of cum. He leaned up to kiss me and filled my mouth with my own cum as he pushed his tongue in. We swirled my cum around and then we each swallowed half.

David continued to kiss me and I soon felt his finger at my hole again. He pushed one finger inside and I winced a little. That was all the cue David needed. He pushed me down so I was laying on my back on the table. He pushed up my legs and started licking my ass. He made circles around my hole and then licked across it. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed this new found pleasure. David was licking my asshole and soon stuck his tongue deep in my ass and I let out a huge moan.

Then David stood up and grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulders. I open my eyes and looked at him as he let out a devilish grin. Next I felt his hard cock pressing against my virgin hole and he pressed hard until his head slipped into me. The heat and pain was intense and David continued to push his cock deeper into my ass. When he got all the way in my whole body began to get warm and the pain began to go away.

David began to pull out until just the head was inside me and pushed forward again. He started to pick up the pace and was soon fucking me so hard his balls would slap on my ass. I had my hands clinched on the edge of the table and was loving getting my ass plowed by David's hot, hard member. Then he stopped for a sec and pulled back slowly. David was now slamming forward hard into my ass and very slowly pulling back. Then, on one hard thrust I felt his hot cum fill up my ass. David leaned forward and kissed me again and I felt his cock soften and slide out of my ass.

He continued kissing me and then whispered that I was great and he would see me tomorrow. I could hardly wait. I got up and went into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower and imagined how much fun tomorrow was going to be.

-the end-

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Devo Gets Punished

by the Handyman

My name is Devo and I had just moved to these apartments a few months ago with my mother. My father had died a few years ago so it was just her and me. Our last apartment had too many memories so we believed that it was time for us to move out. I am 19 yrs. old with an okay body I guess, not to skinny but not real muscled up. I had run a lot in my high school days, I always loved to run.

It gave me a sense that I was running away from myself, from what I was afraid to be. I was scared to admit to myself, and to those who cared for me, that I was bisexual. I have two older half-brothers who always make fun of the gay community by calling them "fruits", "fuzzy bumpers" and other various degrading names. I know that it shouldn't matter what other people say about me, but it still does in a way. Guess you can call it human nature to want to fit in.

I never really did have a gay experience and many would wonder why I would consider myself bi-sexual if I haven't even touched another man's cock. Well, for the most reason, I consider myself such because I am very attracted to men. I see them walk by or watch them on television and I can feel myself getting a hard on, just by watching them! For me, that's enough proof that I was bi-sexual, but even though I believed I was, I still wanted to have that experience.

I wanted to stroke a guy's hard meat in my hand, I wanted to wrap my lips around it and bob my head up and down, taking it as much of it in as I could. I wanted to feel his hard prick slowly force its way into my tight hole and then pump into me like a piston. But, because I was so scared of what people might say, that I could never look for a guy openly. So I had to settle my urges watching two guys go at it on the internet while and jacked off to their moans and groans. I wanted so much to be one of them, but I my wish had not come true, not yet anyways.

Like I said before, my mother and me had just moved here not too long ago. It was a good neighborhood and I liked the apartment complex we moved into a lot. All the people here are Mexican, like me, and oh how I love that spicy salsa meat. Most of them around here had well toned bodies and were very handsome. Being too scared to go out and introduce myself, I stayed indoors and jerked off in front of the window, peering through the blinds watching them while my Mother was a work. I especially liked to watch the older men as they strutted around the complex. I did attend the local community college, but even though there were some fine men there, I still lusted after the older type. I don't know why, but gray hair and a mustache really turned me on, must be some kind of secret fetish.

Anyways, it went on like for about a week, I would stand at the window, stroking my meat while staring at them all. Then one day, as I was about to go to the window, a knock came at the door. I hurriedly answered it, hoping to turn the person away so I could get back to "work". When I unlocked the door and opened it, I could have died right there! There, standing in front of me, was the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen. He was about 5'6, only a few inches shorter than me (I'm 5'10), Mexican with a dark brown complexion, had dark black hair which was grayish in the front and a little mustache to match. He smiled and nodded,

"Hello, my names Hector. I need to chance the locks on your door and give you the new set of keys."

For a second there, I was stuck in time as I subtly let my eyes roam his body. He had a good body, a little like mine only older. He raised an eyebrow and waved his hand in front of my face bringing me back down to earth.

He grinned as he began to work on the door, "So you're Devo huh?"

I grew wide eyed, "How did you know my name?"

"Heh, my wife is the manager here and she told me about the new tenants moving in." He laughed a little as he spoke each word.

"That's an interesting name. Are you..."

I quickly cut him off, "Yes, I'm named after the 80's band Devo. My father liked the name so much he named me after it." We both laughed a bit.

I was a little embarrassed at the way I was acting, like a little school girl who had just met her first guy. I watched him as he worked and we chatted at bit, talking about the first tenants who were in this apartment, about the area and various other topics. I nodded and paid some attention to the conversation, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of his ass, whose shape was well defined even in his blue jeans, every time he bent over to grab a tool from his toolbox. When he had finally finished, he picked up his tool box and turned to me,

"Well, it's all done. Hope you like it around here, see you around!" With that he turned and headed back to his apartment.

"Bye." I couldn't even choke out another word after that. All I knew was that I had to get to the bathroom before he scent escaped my mind.

Another few days had passed and I would still stand at the window, jerking off while my Mom was at work. I remembered that I would the most turned on whenever I saw Hector, the Handyman, outside talking to his friends or doing work outside the complex. I would grab and squeeze my rock hard cock whenever I saw him bend over to pick up something and got a good view of his nice ass. About four days after he came to change the locks, I was sitting in my room, with my back to the door and my laptop sitting in front of me.

All I had on was a t-shirt whiling I was masturbating to some free gay movies on the internet. I was so into the movie that I nearly jumped out of my skin when Hector called my name. I leaped up and turned around and saw him there, tool box in hand and a grin on his face. I was completely shocked and then embarrassed when I looked down and saw my rock hard dick pointing straight at him.

"Hector! Uh...it's, not what is look likes!" I said as I tried to fluster my way out of the situation.

He raised an eye brow, "Oh really? Well it looks to me like you were jacking off to some..." he took a step forward and looked at my computer screen, "Gay porno on the internet."

I was in completely shock and didn't know what to say, the only thing I could choke out was, "Umm...what are you doing here?"

He just grinned as he stared at my embarrassed self, "Your mother had called me yesterday and said that one of the sinks in the apartment were clogged up."

I cursed myself as I all of a sudden remember my mother telling me something about that. I had completely lost track of time as I was watching the Gay movie on-line, as I tend to do. I watched him as he set down his toolbox put his hands on his hips.

He just watched me as he continued to talk, "Well it looks like I'm going to have to tell your mother about this. Can't have you doing this without being punished."

I grew scared and quickly pleaded with him, "No, please don't tell her! I couldn't imagine her knowing that I do this! Please, I beg you! Don't tell her!"

I saw him give and a heavy sigh as he shook his head staring at me. He took another step toward me, "Alright then, I won't tell her. But you will still have to be punished you know. And it looks like I'm going to have to do it."

"Punished? By you? But..." I started to protest but he waved his hand and cut me off.

"You don't want your mother to find out then I am going to have to punish you. Understand? If you don't do as I say, she finds out." I saw that grin under his mustache creep over his face and a new feeling came over me, not one of anger or fear, but of pure, animalistic lust.

I nodded slowly in agreement, "Okay...what do want me to do."

He grinned and nodded, "Good boy, hold on. I'll be right back."

I saw him exit the room and heard the deadbolt on the front door lock into place and I watched him come back carry an armless chair that came from our kitchen table. He set it down on the floor and undid his belt and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. I was in shock as I watched him strip right in front of me. His thick 8 in. manhood seemed to look at me with it's one eye. He sat his beautiful ass down on the chair and grinned as he saw me drool over his huge meat. He waved at me and got my attention focused on his face again.

"Come over here and bend over my knee." He patted his knee after he said that with a grin.

I just stood there astonished as I finally realized what he wanted me to do, "Bend over your knee? Your going to spank me? But I'm too old for a..."

Again he cut me off as he stood up, "Listen. You said you didn't want you mother to find out what you did. And you agreed that I could punish you, well this is how I'm going to do it okay?"

I began to protest again but he quickly stepped over to me and put his hand over my mouth. "It's either this or I tell her. It's up to you."

He then turned around and I finally caught sight of that round, great ass of his. He turned back to me and sat down once again on the chair, watching me contemplate what to do. Finally I stepped up to him, keeping my eyes on his and then slowly bent over his knee, my ass high in the air. Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was grinning as he slowly massaged my butt cheeks with his large and rough hands.

He lowered his head to my ear and whispered, "There's a good boy. I knew you'd see it my way."

I moaned softly as he continued to run his hands along my cheeks and through my crack. The hard on I was getting was like none I had ever had before. Then I felt a wet feeling on my cheeks and realized that he had stuck his finger in his mouth to it with his saliva. The feeling was amazing as he continued to trance his wet finger in circles on my ass. After about a minute or so of this, I heard a loud slap followed by a burning sensation on my right ass cheek. I yelped out in pain but he just spanked me harder again,

"Keep quiet! I didn't say you could talk." He slapped my ass again as he said the last word.

"But that hurt a lot...AH!" My word turned into another yelp as he slapped my ass again.

He continued to spank my ass over and over again. First the right cheek, then the left, and then the right again. Continuing the pattern each time, he only took a break to run a wet finger on my red and burning ass cheeks. After a few minutes of spanking, the warm sensation on my ass started to feel good, in no time I was getting harder with each slap. He must have felt it on his leg because he stopped all of a sudden, not saying a word.

"W-Why did you stop?" I was worried as to what he was thinking,

"I am supposed to be punishing you, but you seem to be enjoying it." I heard him say each word coldly. I tried to reason with him so he would keep going. "No! I'm not enjoying it at all. You punishing me good, don't stop. I need to be taught a lesson."

"Don't lie to me boy! You know you like it!" I felt him put his hand under my stomach and grab my raging hard on. He just squeezed it which nearly made me cum right there.

He quickly told me to get up and I stood to the side of him. I watched him stand and stare at me. "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you another way."

With that his eyes settled upon a large, old, broken recliner which I still used for reading sitting against the wall. He looked back to me with a grin on his face. "Come over here."

I did as he wanted and walked up to him. He then pulled off my shirt, grabbed my shoulders and sat me on the chair. He took a step back, staring at my naked body. I was a little worried as to what he was going to do, but that soon faded as I realized that here I was. Having my first gay experience and I liked it.

He looked at me and the recliner as if trying to figure out some. After a bit he finally spoke up. "Sit on it upside down."

I was a little confused, "Upside down? What do you mean?"

I could see the anger appear on his face, but he didn't raise his voice. "Just like I said, 'upside down'."

I couldn't do anything but comply and did my best to do as he wanted. and turn myself around so my back was on the seat and then scooted myself backward so that my head and shoulders were on the seat and my back, ass and leg were leaning against the back support. I looked at him from my upside down view and saw him grin again.

He stepped closer with his hard cock waving in front of my face, but I knew I couldn't touch it unless he told me to. Then, I heard him speak, "Okay Devo, now I'm going to teach your lesson."

He grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands and pulled them toward himself, making my back arch forward. I had no idea what he was doing, until I felt his hot warm breath on my ass crack. The next thing I felt was his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart to expose my virgin asshole to him and then a pleasurable wet sensation ran through my body. He was licking my asshole! Expertly darting his tongue in and out of it, the sensation was so incredible that my cock was harder than it ever was. He looked down at it and grinned.

"Don't you darn cum. You cum when I tell you to understand?" With that he spanked my ass cheek with a free hand. I was completely under his control and could only mumbling out a few grunts and groans in agreement.

He continued to lick my asshole like crazy. Darting his tongue inside and out of me, swirling his tongue around in circles right on the hole, sometimes he'd even stick a finger in. His mustache felt so good on that sensitive region everytime he would bury his face in. I wanted so badly to cum, but I never did. He told me not to cum unless he told me too and I wasn't.

"Oh god! Please don't stop! Please!" He grabbed my cock and began to slowly stroke it up and down, but he again told me not to cum unless he told me too, and again I resisted the urge and didn't. Finally, as I was also on the verge of cumming, he stopped and stepped back. He then helped me get right side up.

"Go lay on the bed now. Your lesson is almost over." He has done such a rim job on me that it was as if I had no free willpower of my own. I instantly complied and laid down on my back on the bed. He then came to me, took the computer from my bed and set it on the floor. I watched him grin as he looked down at me,

"Now your going to feel the real thing!"

With that, he spit into his hands and rubbed it all over that 8 in. monster of his. He then came forward and left my legs up so my knees were almost squished into my chest. I felt the head of his cock trying to push into the back door and finally make it's way in. I hissed through my teeth as a new kind of pain surged throughout my entire body. Ever so slowly he continued to push his entire length into me until finally I felt his bush at my asshole. He left his cock in for a little bit so that my ass could get used to the foreign object in there. Finally, after a few minutes he began to pump his cock in and out of my ass. It still hurt a little bit, but I soon became used it and actually began to like it. He grunted as he thrusted his cock into my ass and sweat was forming all over both our bodies. I was moaning in pure ecstasy and grunting like some animal everytime he would plunge deeper inside me. I reached forward and began to pinch and rub his nipples between my fingers. This must have sent him over the edge because before I knew it, he closed his eyes and slammed his crotch into my ass. I felt my ass being filled to the brim with his cum. The feeling also sent me over the edge as my cock exploded in a fountain of white sperm all over his and my chests. Finally we both just collapsed into eachother. He finally got enough strength to pull out and I sat up and put his cock in my mouth, cleaning off every put cum from it. He groaned and ran his fingers through my short black hair and pulled my head closer until all the cum was off.

He grinned down at me and tapped my cheek, "There, you've been punished. Now make sure it doesn't happen again."

I laughed, "Well I don't know, sometimes I can be a REAL bad boy."

We both laughed and got dressed and I watched him leave. Watched his ass hidden behind those blasted blue jeans and I grinned thinking that maybe next time I'll get to fuck me like he fucked me.

That was a few months ago, and now or days, I still stand at the window jacking off to the people that walk by. Only now, I do it with the Handyman next to me, sometimes we both can be very bad.

-the end-

Patrick, New Experiences

Well, since one person has requested, I'll tell you the next stage in my development. The place was Dallas, Texas. The time was several years after I had had my first gay experience in an X-rated book- store/arcade. I was still very much in the closet and petrified that anyone would find out about me. My sexual experiences were limited to anonymous encounters here and there along the way. Ah, but things were about to change.

I was in Dallas for the summer, working at Texas Instruments as a summer intern. I was living with my parents who had moved to Dallas some years previously. While I was in Dallas, I got word about an audition for a new show at a local community college. I was bored, so I auditioned for it and got the lead. Most of the rest of the cast were what you would expect to find in community theater--some talented, some not; some attractive, some not; but generally a good group of people. One of them, though, was special. Patrick was tall and slender, with short, brown, curly hair, the cutest dimples I've ever seen, and deep brown eyes big enough to drown in. One look at him and I was in love (or in lust--at that age, it's hard to tell the difference). Added to all of this, he had one of the best bass singing voices I've ever heard--with incredible richness and power. In short, he was everything I wanted to be, let alone love.

We had a get-acquainted party the night of the first rehearsal and I tried to spend as much of my time around Patrick as I could, without making it too obvious. Much to my surprise, I found out almost immediately that he was gay. I don't know how the subject came up, but when I found out, my heart almost stopped beating and my adrenaline level went way up. To think that I might actually have a chance at doing something with this man.... Of course, I still didn't know if he'd be attracted to me.

I didn't have the courage to come out of the closet to Patrick, even though he was gay. Maybe I was afraid of rejection or maybe old habits die hard. Fortunately for me, Patrick took matters into his own hands. He had seen me looking at him and he knew exactly what those looks meant. I guess I should explain that I was big and tall, with rather straight hair, not bad-looking, and (if I do say so myself), a great tenor voice. I found out later that I was everything that Patrick wanted to be! Added to this was the fact that I had shaved my beard and mustache to match a 19th-century gentleman's appearance (mutton-chop side whiskers merging with a handlebar mustache). Since Patrick was attracted to men with facial hair, this was a real turn-on for him.

We had a cast party just before the run began and Patrick asked me to give him a ride since his car had broken down. I sort of suspected something, but I still wasn't sure whether Patrick was attracted to me. I sure hoped so, though. While we were at the party, Patrick made sure that my glass was never empty. By the time we had to leave, I was feeling no pain (and no inhibitions).

Patrick, of course, had to drive me home. He kept one hand on the gear shift, which my leg was resting against, and every time he shifted, his hand brushed my leg. Even drunk as I was, I was getting very turned on and I finally realized that this couldn't be an accident--that this gorgeous man was actually interested in me.

Since Patrick didn't have his car, I naturally invited him in to spend the night. My parents had a pool and jacuzzi in the back yard and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to invite Patrick for a midnight swim. My parents had gone to bed much earlier and I knew if we didn't make too much noise, we'd be safe.

Naturally, Patrick hadn't brought a swimsuit, but he didn't protest too much when I suggested swimming in the nude. I couldn't believe that I had actually suggested it, but the thought of actually seeing him nude was too much for me. He slowly took off his clothes, never taking his eyes off me as I did the same. My dick was hard but I could see that he had a similar problem. When he took his underwear off and it leaped up for all the world to see, he just looked at it and laughed, then jumped into the jacuzzi.

I quickly followed, revelling in the sensation of the jets of water against my naked body and against my cock and balls. Patrick had arranged it so that no matter where I sat, I couldn't help touching him. Our legs met underwater and he brushed his legs up and down against mine. I leaned back, content to let him lead the way, and deliriously happy that a fantasy of mine was coming true.

When I opened my eyes again, Patrick had moved next to me and was reaching his hand up to stroke my chin. Taking my chin in his grasp, he pulled me to him as he crushed his lips to mine. We spent several minutes kissing one another while our bodies moved against each other.

My hands took on a life of their own as they roamed up and down, exploring every inch of this man I had dreamed about. The night, the beer, the jacuzzi, this man, had all come together and I was lost in a haze of delight. For the first time in my life, I made the first move as I ducked under water and took a long, close look at Patrick's rock-hard dick. I surfaced for air, but then dove back under immediately. This time I wanted more than a look as I took his long shaft into my mouth as far as I could. All I could hear down there was the roar of the jets of water in the jacuzzi, but my imagination filled in the sounds Patrick was making.

For the next several minutes, it was like I couldn't get enough of this man into me. I was literally worshipping his cock as I took it deeper and deeper until I finally had the whole thing lodged in my mouth and throat. I was beginning to get light-headed from lack of oxygen because I didn't want to leave him to breathe.

It was Patrick who slowed me down. He decided that events were moving too fast and so he suggested we jump in the pool and cool down for a minute.

Patrick, part 2

Patrick and I dove into the pool, which was shockingly cold after the warmth from the jacuzzi (some of it generated by us). We horsed around for a little while because I was feeling so relaxed and inhi- bition-free, it was almost like being a kid again.

We decided that it was time to head into the house and into the bedroom to finish what we had begun. We didn't bother dressing as we gathered up our clothes where we had tossed them and tiptoed through the silent house into my bedroom. Patrick entered first and I followed, gazing longingly at the muscles rippling in his smooth ass. I had never done anything with a man's ass before, but I knew I wanted to do *something* with Patrick's. I closed the door behind me and when I turned back around, he was waiting for me. He gathered me into his strong arms and plunged his tongue into my mouth as he explored every inch of it. His hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass as he pulled me into him, grinding our crotches together. Once again, I was content to let him take the lead, following him wherever he might choose to go.

Being still in a playful mood, I suddenly reached up and pushed him back onto the bed, and fell on top of him. Now it was my turn to be the aggressor as my hands roamed over his smooth chest and my tongue flicked lightly over his face and neck. I nibbled at his ear while my hands found the nipples of his chest. I massaged and tweaked them as he moaned lightly. Our dicks were still moving against one another and by now they were both slick with pre-cum.

I slowly teased him as I began licking lower and lower on his body. I stopped along the route to pay special attention to his nipples, pulling them into my mouth and gently massaging them with my tongue. His belly button also got special attention from me as I flicked it lightly with my tongue. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed his dick and went all the way down on it in one swoop. My hands by this time had found Patrick's ass and were massaging his smooth, muscular cheeks.

After several minutes of this, I then began licking the shaft of his cock like a lollipop. I began moving gradually lower and lower, breathing on and tonguing his balls. Then I took them into my mouth, one at a time. I knew the time had come to make a move. I tongued lower and lower on his body as he, knowing my goal, raised his legs into the air over my head. This was my first time tonguing a man's ass but I knew instinctively exactly what I was doing. The smell was a clean, man's smell, and I ran my tongue up and down the crevice of his ass in long swipes. Finally, I parted his cheeks wider still and inserted my tongue farther and farther into his ass.

By this time, Patrick was helpless with desire. My hands had begun jacking him off in rhythm to my tongue in his ass. I felt his dick begin to spasm under my hand as his ass began to follow the same rhythm. I quickly moved back up and swallowed his still-spasming cock as he finished his massive orgasm.

When he finished, he just lay there for a second and then proceeded to give me the same treatment that I had just given him. I had never felt a man making love to my ass before, but I was in heaven as I felt his tongue and fingers loosening my virgin asshole. I lasted even less time than Patrick had and within minutes, I was helpless with my own orgasm.

Neither of us was ready to quit, and I knew I was ready for the next phase of my initiation. Patrick read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted. Raising his legs into the air once again, he positioned himself in front of me. Kneeling in front of him, I positioned my hard cock directly in front of his puckered hole. Applying saliva liberally to my hard cock, I gradually entered him, one inch at a time, until I was buried to the hilt in his hot, tight ass. Patrick had grunted at first as a look of intense concentration came over his face. Now this was replaced by a look of pleasure, as I began to slowly move in and out of this gorgeous stud's ass.

My hands roamed over his upper body as I pounded away on his lower. I alternated between massaging his nipples and jacking off his still- hard cock. After a few minutes of this, I took a break as I leaned down and kissed that handsome face that had been the subject of so many dreams. Still inside him, I lost myself in the feeling of being closer to this man than I had ever been to anyone.

Now my urgency was greater and so was his. I resumed my thrusting, pounding away like there was no tomorrow. Within too short a time, I felt that familiar sensation in my groin and I knew I couldn't last much longer. Patrick was pounding his own dick in rhythm to my motion. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. With one last deep thrust, I felt my cock spew forth into the depths of his hot ass. A coupld of seconds later, his own cock jetted forth stream after stream of cum, even more than he had given the first time.

When we finished, I just lay on top of him, my gradually-softening dick still inside him. After a few minutes, I rolled over next to him and took him in my arms. For the first time in my life, I had met a man who was more than an anonymous encounter; someone who could make a change in my life. I didn't tell him all that--I just held him tightly and I think he understood.

We had a very successful run of the musical and Patrick and I remained lovers for the rest of my summer in Dallas. I had to return to Missouri to finish my degree, but I knew I had someone special waiting for me in Dallas.

I was tempted to end this story there, but I guess I'd better write the real ending of it. Three months after I returned to Missouri, Patrick was killed in a car accident. I cried when I heard the news-- it was so unfair that someone so young and with so much promise could be cut down like that. I was crying for me, too. I felt like a door had just slammed in my face after finally opening up for a few brief moments.

I'll never forget you, Patrick. God be with you.

-THE END-

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He was my best friend, and we had frequent sleep overs. But, somehow, both of us knew this would be different. We'd been playing basketball in the back and we were both sweaty and red from the workout. As we stripped our tee shirts off, I saw him watching me with an odd look on his face. I didn't know what to make of it. As we pulled down our sweaty shorts and headed for the shower, he yelled "me first," and darted past me into the bathroom. I could hear water running and steam escaped the door which was left ajar. He seemed to be in there a really long time, and I yelled, "Come on, dork, let me get in." "You can come in," he said. Thinking he was through, I went into the john.

He was standing there in the shower with soap all over his stomach and dick and all, and he was washing his dick with a little more energy than I thought necessary. It was longer than I remember it and seemed pumped up. "Get in," he said nonchalantly, as if this was the most normal request in the world. "Get in and I'll help you shower." "What are you crazy?" I asked. "No, listen do it -- don't ask so damned many questions." I don't know why I used to obey him. I mean, he really was bossy sometimes, and I don't know why, but I generally did what he told me too. Just that afternoon, while we were playing ball, I had to take a leak. I went behind a bush and pulled out my dick. Then, I looked around and, there he was, watching. "Let me hold it for you," he said. I thought that was really strange, but the next thing I knew, he was holding MY COCK while I was peeing. When I finished, he shook it and then put it away for me. Anyway, when he told me to get in the shower, I did it! It was a small stall and our bodies touched. I still didn't really know what was going on. He took the bar of soap and began rubbing it on my chest, making a lather. Weird, I thought, and then his hands moved down to my belly and he soaped it up. His hands went in a circular motion.

I looked at his face ... Christ we were almost kissing we were so close. He looked back with a smile and said, "Relax, man, I'm gonna show you something neat. Just lean back against the shower wall and close your eyes and ... let it happen." I did what he said and his hands moved a little lower to the top of my pubic hairs. He was washing, soaping, pushing, tugging, fooling around. I should have stopped him, I suppose, but it was feeling ok, good actually. Now he was soaping my ...my "thing" ... and like it was ... terrific. His slippery hands moved around my body, soaping and washing my balls, my asshole, my legs, and back to my dick. After awhile, he had gotten me really hard and excited, and he turned around with his tail to me.

"Now, put it in me." "What!" I almost shouted. "Yeah, stick in inside my ass. That's what this is all about -- I want you to fuck me." He reached around and started guiding my thick, hard dick into his asshole. It was covered with soap, my dick that is, and it slid around his hole ... but his ass was hard and tight. "Push harder," he said, and he bent over to give me maximum hole. "First, your finger," he said, "put your finger in my hole." I touched the outside of his anus opening. "Oh, that's it. Now push it in as deep as you can." His muscles resisted, put I was able to pop my finger through and felt the inside of his ass. "Now do it with three fingers," he said. I complied. "Now wiggle them around," and I did. He was moaning, "oh, that feels great." He raised his ass higher in the air. "Now, replaced the fingers with your cock and slam it into me. "What the hell, I thought, everything is an experience .. so, why not? I pushed on my cock, pushed and pushed and ...

it started going in as his asshole muscles relaxed. After I got through the opening, it went in easily. He groaned, but said "Don't stop -- now just push and pull, push and pull and make yourself come in my asshole." "You WANT me to?" I asked, surprised. "No, asshole -- of course I do." He began grinding his ass around to help me get into the motion he wanted. And I began to feel light-headed, like I was going to come. I'd never come in any way but jerking off ... by myself. This whole thing was really wild. "Don't stop fucking, he said, gasping. I picked up the pace again. "I think I'm gonna come." "Yeah, baby, that's what I want you to do. I want to feel your jism sliding down my asshole ... there's nothing like it." "Oh, I'm losing it," I said. "Give up, stop trying to control it. Come ... NOW, NOW, NOW." he said, grinding his butt against me, damned near lifting me in the air. "Oh, God, here I go." I could feel my legs give in a little and I almost fell on him as I blew off, and it was like supercharged, better than jacking off alone. We remained in that position for a minute or so, and then I pulled out of his ass. I was still really surprised. He stood up, and before I knew what happened, he gave me a deep kiss and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then, he looked at me with a smile and said, "see ... that's what friends are for!" We both finished showering, with me wondering what tonight would be like. Shit, this was only the afternoon!!

-THE END-

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A Love Story

The beer tasted good. I'd been stuck in traffic for over an hour, and even with the air conditioner, had built up quite a thirst. I still couldn't believe traffic had been so bad at noon on Saturday, even heading toward the beach on this hot day. I looked around the bar, and was surprised, though I shouldn't have been, by the fact there were no women in the bar. Ever since my girlfriend had been back visiting her family I had tried to build up the courage to fulfill my fantasy of being with a man. Now here I was.

I began to feel a little uncomfortable, as the men were checking me out, trying to be nonchalant, knowing that they wanted my young looking body, to have their way with me. Yet, I had no desire to be with any of them. I was beginning to think this had been a mistake. I figured I'd just finish my beer and head home. It was then that he walked into the bar. It was strange. I'd fantasized about being with a man, a faceless man. No one I'd ever seen had brought sensations that would make me want to make love to them. He was different.


He walked in quietly and sat down three stools over, and ordered a Heineken. As he poured the beer into his glass, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was close to six feet tall, nicely built, not muscular, about 40. His dark brown hair had been dried casually, still a little damp, laying about in soft curls. He either lived by the beach or came here ofthe tan demonstrated against the shorts,hite tank top he wore. I had never seen a man whom I thought was truly physically attractve to me. M white Reebocks, moved their way up his defined calves, to his strong thighs. His legs, like his arms, had only a thin, light, coat of straightar for his glass, I nd his chiseled arm, his chest through the arm hole of his shirt. I could see the nipple, dark brown, large, flat, with jd over at me and smiled. The light in the bar made his smooth face shine. I smiled sheepishly back, nervous, excited. For about ten minutes we sat there. I would try to see what was between his legs, not being able to tell, as his shorts bunched together from sitting down, if he was really that large, or if it was just material. His hand dwarfed the glass, his long manicured finger rubbing the rim. He would catch me looking at him, and smile, as though he understood exactly what I was feeling, thinking. As though he knew what I wanted, but did not want to emhen ld look straight ahead, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Not hungrily, but somehow lovingly.


I finally built uurage, He thanked me, and we started small talk. He suggested we move to a booth, which we did, across from the bar. As we talked I became so comfotable. Looking into his blue eyes, as he would laugh about something just said, reach over to touch my arm. I moved my bare leg to be in contact with his. We ordered another beer and continued talking. About what we did for a living, what books we had read. He said he had only come in here for a beer, and didn't particularly care for bars. But, was thirsty and wasn't ready to walk back home. I told him that I had never been in a gay bar before, and embarrasinly told him about never having been with a man either. He smiled knowingly.


I told him the whole story about having fantasized all my life about being with a man. But never feeling quite right about it. It was like talking to a counselor. He told me that, like me, he had never been true to his feelings until he was 33. Having lead a straight life, with children, and now an ex-wife, he was ready for a loving, gay relationship. He had had a few male lovers, but the situations had left him empty. He offered to cook me dinner. I paid for the beers, as we left he put his hand behind my head and brushed the back of my hair. As we were driving my car up the hill towards his home, I reached out and put my hand over his. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, looking into my eyes, smiling. We pulled into the driveway and walked up the sidewalk into his home. I sat down on the couch as he went to get us a couple of beers. He came back in and sat down right next to me, laying his arm across the back of the sofa. I reached down and put my hand on his thigh and looked over at him.


His head moved towards mine, I moved my hand to his side pulling him close to me, as we kissed. Deeply, lovingly, not yet passionately. He stood up, and took my hand, walking towards the back of the house. He lead me into his bedroom. By the side of bed we embraced, as my hands gripped his back, and our toungues, probed each others mouthes. I could feel his strong hands, massaging my ass, working their way down the back of my thighs, as my hands slid under his shirt, rubbing his stomach, then his chest, lightly pinching his hardening nipples. I could feel his hardening cock, pressing against mine. I felt like I was on fire, I wanted all of this man. He broke the kiss, and started to unbutton my shirt, then leaned forward and started nibbling on my ear, as he continued with my shirt. I could feel his soft lips, moving down my neck, as his toungue left a trail of saliva, working toward my nipples. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, coating it with his toungue, as I continued to run my hands over his chest and back. I pulled his shirt over his head, as I dropped mine to the floor, embracing, feeling our strong bodies, against the other, hot, soft. I reached down, ondoing the button on his shorts, and pulling the zipper down. I slid my hand down, causing his shorts to drop to the floor. I found his cock in my hand, as I rolled his balls around in my other hand, now kissing passionately. He pulled my own shorts down. Then reached into my silk boxers and started pulling on my hardening dick. I moved my tongue down his neck, to his nipples, going back and forth between the two, then working a trail down his stomach, until my chin was resting on his seven inch, pink headed cock. I pulled back, and licked the precum oozing from his slit onto my tongue.

With my mouth fool of saliva I slowly took his cock into my mouth, which was only about half way. I Continued to do this, making loving to his tool, as my hands rubbed his ass cheeks, and his hands ran through my hair. I wanted him so badly. I pulled away, resting the side of my face against his thigh, and whispered "please, make love to me." He went into the bathroom, and came back with some vaseline. He guided me to the bed, and I lay on my stomach. I could feel his toungue, starting at my shoulder, working down my back, circling my cheeks. Then working the crack of my ass, as he slatherd my asshole with saliva, probing it with his tongue, me pushing up into his face, as his hand massaged my cock and balls. I looked over my shoulder, to see him take a handfull of vaseline, smearing it over his swollen member, then take two coated fingers, and insert them gently in my ass. I lifted my hips up, keeping my head on the bed, as he guided his shining, slippery cock to enter my ass. I could feel his cockhead, pressing against my asshole, as I pressed back gently, his strong hands on my hips and ass, pulling me onto him, softly. As his head entered me, the pain was sharp, yet the loving way he held my hips, caused me to relax, as he continued to push gently, his cock into me.


Slowly, he pulled me all the way onto him. I could feel his balls touching mine, as I reached behind under my legs to massage us both. He pulled out almost all the way, and then would gently push his cock all the way back in to the hilt, as I squeezed his cock with my ass cheeks. Then he pulled all the way out and moved me onto my back. Taking my cock, all the way in his mouth, sucking softly, wetly, until I was about to cum. He stopped, lifing my legs over his shoulders, and again I felt the head of his cock against my hole, begging entry. I relaxed as he slipped inside me, the pain much less this time. He pushed himself all the way in and lay on top of me, my dick pressed hard against his stomach, we kissed probing each others mouths, as he starts moving in small strokes, causing his stomach to stroke my slick cock. He pulls his mouth away from me, and moves it to my ear, whispering "you feel so good, I've never felt like this"...I respond "please, cum, I want to feel you fill me up...oh you feel so good...so hard....oh yes...please make love to me..drive it in...oh yeah....oh yeah...." I could feel his cock start to twitch and feel my own orgasm building inside of me, as his stomach pressed harder and harder against my cock and my balls. He lengthened his strokes, pumping harder. As my orgasm overcame me I bit into his shoulder, driving his cock into me, pulling his ass down. He yells out, slamming his dick all the way in, I could feel it pulsating, dumping his cum deep inside of me. I ran my hands all over his body, as we fell into our mutual orgasm, and kissed passionately. All this happened four months ago. We have been living and loving together for the past month. I never knew love could be like this.

-THE END-

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Jimbo and Dan, At It Again

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Finally

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Finally, he was mine.

In the sixth grade I transferred to another school and was faced with the usual problems of adjusting to new courses and teachers and with trying to decide who of my new classmates I would like to get to know better. Even at age 10 I realised that I found no attraction for girls, and that I held an unusual "admiration" for those boys that seemed to stand out in my mind above the rest. It was at the end of my first week at school that I met Bobby. We were always friendly with one another but never close friends. That was in the sixth grade.

As elementary school passed into junior high, and that in turn became those final four years, things changed. By the eleventh grade Bobby and I had somewhere along the way fallen into the same circle of friends. For some reason, none of us dated with any kind of frequency. Actually, they were the ones that seldom dated. I NEVER saw the need for any sort of female companionship. Over the years of junior high, my sexual awareness and male oriented desires rapidly developed. By the eleventh grade, I was pretty well experienced in most forms of man loving activity. I guess I was pretty lucky, as I never truly experienced any sort of painful or guilt-ridden "coming-out" period. For me, being gay was as natural as the development of my muscles and the sprouting of thick, soft hair under my arms and around the maturing dick I jacked-off so frequently. All through that period of growth also evolved an almost obsessive goal to one day take Bobby to bed. As our junior year progressed, I began to see a strong possibility of getting what I wanted.


Our friendship grew very close to the point of often excluding our other friends from our Friday and Saturday nights of party filled mischief. It wasn't uncommon for us to spend those nights together at one or the other's house, so of course I had ample opportunity to see him naked, often. In fact, he really didn't care too much for clothing, choosing to spend any reasonably safe time either alone or with me in nothing but his underwear if even that. God, was he ever hot: a boyishly handsome face with piercing deep brown eyes, thick dark hair, and that "all round athlete" type body that was perfectly muscled. But the ace of the whole package was his legs and the cock that hung between them. Strong, high arched feet supported a pair of super-defined thickly formed calves and thighs. If you ever watch pro soccer then you get the idea. We used to talk all through the night and at first I actively contributed to the conversation but would soon find myself looking up and down his legs, from the feet slowly upward along the inside of his hairy legs, taking in every detail of them, feeling my heart beat faster and my temperature increase. As he would be rambling on and on about who knows what in a stoned or drunken haze, my eyes and imagination would be licking the tops of his inner thighs, visualising my hands brushing back and forth through the extra thick hair that was there cushioning his free swinging sack of balls and that dick he loved to show off.


In the beginning, I don't think he realised that I would be sitting or lying around near him getting hornier and hornier, always having to devise some way to at least try to conceal my inevitable hard-on. Hell, he saw us as just best friends, nothing implied by these long fucked-up nights and nude caucuses. We could talk to each other about anything and sex was often a popular topic. There was always the juvenile mentions of this girl or that girl and that one's boobs and this one's pussy. He would talk and describe; I would occasionally voice a token comment or two, but my real conversation wasn't with regards to what he was saying.....I was talking to the prettiest crotch in the world and patiently waiting for his thick hunk of dick to respond. And he never caught on.....at first.


One Saturday night near Christmas of that year we had gone home to his house after a long night of partying. We were pretty fucked up, but much more high than drunk. After a while of talking, listening to music and whatnot, we decided to watch television, and that always meant getting in bed and soon passing out. Naked as usual, we climbed in and started looking for something to watch. Nothing. A really boring night on the tube. I was feeling pretty grungy after hours of partying, so I got up saying that I was going to go take a shower. I think that I really planned to beat off, but the steam coming from the hot water started feeling so good that I jumped on in and started lathering up. I pointed the nozzle away so I could get my crotch really soapy and slick. So there I was, yanking on my growing meat with one hand and playing with my perked-tits with the other when Bobby came barging in (I forgot that he wasn't too drunk and then remembered how high and horny he seemed). Over the water I heard him saying that a shower didn't sound like a bad idea at all and would I please hurry up. What I couldn't see through the hot mist and shower door was his cock, hard and rude, being firmly massaged with his hand. I quickly shut off the water, praying that my own erection would subside enough to not lash out at him when I had to reach for the towel. When I opened the shower door, I saw Bobby with his big legs spread wide, one foot propped-up on the seat of the toilet, the other on the floor, and the best hard-on I had ever seen him come up with oozing big thick strands of juice that slowly dripped from his pisser, down his thighs, and onto the floor. He was just standing there, staring with a horny lust-filled look that I had only hoped ever to see. Watching him slowly pump the pre- liminary jizz from his bulging rod, I either forgot or gave up on any pretense of hiding my own cocked-toy.

"You look about like I feel," he said, increasing his hold and his stroking. "Why don't you come on out of the shower and see if we can't `talk' about a few more things, like all the things we've never let our dick's say to each other; I mean, mine's been wanting to talk to your's for almost as long as your's has mine." That son of a bitch.....for how long he had wanted the same thing that I did, I really don't know....but I sure as hell didn't care. He insisted on helping me out of the shower by grabbing me at the base of my cock, his rough hand encircling my shaft and balls. I was pulled out of the shower and into that heaven, touching his sweaty, strong scented body, landing right between his legs, hard horny crotch to hard horny crotch. For a minute, we just stood there.

Part II

Not hesitating, just magnifying each other's apparent months and years of yearning and lust. And then it really started. I felt his arms starting to reach around and engulf me. I didn't waste a minute in doing the same. My lips moved on to meet his. We kissed hard and wet, letting our tongues eat each other out, going in and out of our mouths, pulling back a little to see our mouth cocks momentarily hold onto our hot spit before letting it slowly drip down our chins and roll slowly down our bodies and start wetting-up our already sticky crotches. We pumped our pelvises as far and as hard into each other as we could. I pulled my mouth away from his, aiming towards his armpits. I couldn't wait to finally really smell and taste Bobby after a long day of "jocking around" and partying out. That scent made my cock grow so fucking big I thought I would soon explode...but I had to hold it back. I wasn't going to waste any of this first time. We wrestled and tugged with every part of our bodies as possible, finally falling to the floor of the bathroom. My head moved on to his tits and I sucked them like no other starving baby could. I let my thick spit pool-up on his chest and then smeared it all over his chest and stomach, eating out his belly's tight hole. I felt his throbbing hunk of meat pulsing under my chest and throat. I was humping the hell out of the tile floor. As I moved on to my payoff, he swung himself around and started tounging the tip of my dick, drinking as much of the hot dripping prespunk as he could get. I pushed my mouth down hard on his cock, making it go in down to the hilt so I could smell his heated crotch, just like I had fantasized for years.

He bucked and bucked his meat in and out of my throat and then pulled it out, commanding me to eat his balls, to get them wet and slimy, to suck them till they turned blue. I did. All the while he was getting hotter and faster with my piece of meat. He ate the piss slit like I had only imagined it could be done. His tongue and lips fucked that little hole, making the hottest mix of jizz and piss to come spewing out at erratic intervals, infrequency turning to steady streaming. We were both getting so fucking hot. Closer and closer to coming. Our bodies were bucking and pumping each other in every part and hole possible. Faster and faster our breathing was coming. Our bodies were convulsing in sex tensed spasms. I knew it and he knew it that IT, everything we were "shooting for" was about to do just that. In the strongest hold and the hottest lip fucking kiss that either of us had ever dreamed of, we both shot our loads, cords and strands of hot stinking cumm, reeking of all the lust filled time we had been friends. We showered in each other's sticky sperm, trying to lick and eat everything that we could lap up. We sucked and tongued to get the last drops that could be had, slowing our pace little by little until we were just grinding into each other slowly, now and again, but each holding the other as tight as we could. With the sound of Bobby's hot heavy panting I finally let my head come to rest on the upper inner part of his hunky thigh. With my arms holding his chest tightly, the ether of his sex soaked dick and balls put me to sleep. I remember dreaming that I hoped to never wake up, but if I did, let this be a never ending way of life for the two of us.

That was fifteen years ago, and Bobby and I still find the time, even in the hectic life of an adult to do this same sort of thing at least four times a week...Hopefully soon I can tell you about some of the other "firsts" that he and I explored. It's a good thing that we appreciate the virtues and values of having a large tile-floored bathroom, and have never really grown up in some ways....after all, we have one of the best playrooms in town.

-end-

Summer Break

One hot summer...

Summer break, my freshman year of college, all I wanted to do was kick back and party. And that's just what I did for the first week or so, until my dad stepped in. Like most parents, he felt a young man like myself should be out there working the summer, not wasting it. One of my dad's friends suggested I work with his son painting houses. I wasn't thrilled with the idea. It wasn't so much the work (the thrill of watching The Price is Right was gone). It was because this guy's son was someone I had though to be real asshole in high school. He was one year older than me, and in high school, that single year felt like a huge gap. Even so, I remembered Rick as being this cocky jock with a bad attitude. The idea of working all summer with him was so depressing...and there seemed to be no way out. My dad had already accepted on my behalf (I hate when that happens!) for the job. The next morning I drove over to meet Rick.

I was a little late -- like I said, I didn't want this job -- I was on vacation! Rick immediately gave me a hard time, telling me how long the lines were going to be now at the paint store, etc. Great start to a great summer, huh? Those first few days were pretty stressful. We were working on some beautiful homes and this was the first time I'd ever painted. So I was concentrating real hard ..on Rick, trying to do things exactly as he did. Pretty soon he eased up on me -- I think his ego liked the fact that I was following the master! And then things started to change. Instead of eating lunch by myself, Rick started inviting me to go with him to McDonald's or the deli. On days when we'd get paid, he treat us to a 6-pack of cold Rolling Rocks, which we'd drink in the back of Rick's pick-up...ta lking about almost anything. I was falling in love...fast! By now I no longer had to watch Rick work -- I knew his every move -- and yet I found myself transfixed by his body. It was as perfect as I could imagine -- muscular, and tight. When we painted exteriors or interiors on houses with no air conditioning, he'd take his tank top off. It was on days like this that I often found myself tripping over a carpet or nearly losing a bucket of paint from a ladder!


I tried not to let Rick catch my gaze, but I guess he had already figured things out. The next night he asked if I had any plans ( I did, but of course said "no, why?") He said his folks were heading out of town, and he was going to throw a party at the house. Great! And the party was great, not so much because of Rick's friends, which all of sudden accepted me like I'd been their closest buddies in high school, but more because Rick seemed to be focusing all his attention on me. And I loved every moment of it. I made a poit point of being the last one at the house (subtle, huh?) Rick asked if I wanted to take a dip in the pool. We ran out to the back, grabbing a few more beers along the way (like we really needed them!) Next thing I know, Rick has stripped off his cut-offs and is diving off the board. I couldn't get my pants off quick enough (In fact, I remember I knocked over my beer in the process). I dove in and swam up to Rick. He pushed me under, playfully, and we wrestled in the water for a few minutes. And then I noticed Rick had the biggest, stiffest, most beautiful hard-on I had ever seen. As usual, Rick was quick to catch my glance, and his eyes dropped to my hard-on. without a word, he pulled me tight to his body and, moments later, we found our lips touching. I almost came right there in the pool, but Rick said "come on, let's go inside". We did...to his room, where we kissed and sucked each other all night long. In the morning, we showered together, coming once more in each other's arms. We headed off to our next job...and that night to our next blow job. I didn't waste another moment that summer, and my dad said I was the hardest working guy he'd ever seen! Well, the work was hard that summer...and so was the play! As for Rick, well what happened after that summer is another story...I'll tell you that another time if you'd like.

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First Time Touched

My buddy told me this story about the first time any guy first touched him "that way" and for him it was the "beginning".

I was about thirteen..the age when jacking off is something you do continually interupted by other things like school, toilet, eating and sleeping. Well my constant boner was recognized by everyone at home..my sisters, brothers, mom and dad. One Saturday I woke up and saw my StepDad sitting on my bed. He was smiling and I smiled back. He pulled down the sheets and saw I was nude. My brother had gotten me to start sleeping in the nude when I was twelve. He told me he wanted to see how big I was in the morning. My dick was hard but started to shrink when he pulled the sheets down. He told me to pump it..and I was nervous but I did. His smile, quiet talk and his hands feeling my chest, nipples, stomach, thighs and cupping my balls...made my dick get harder then it ever had been.

He urged me to show him how I jacked off and I did. We took some time....I was getting over the novelty of jacking in front of someone..let alone my StepFather. He kept tellin gme how hot I looked and I saw his own crotch was getting hard..since he was wearing only his boxers. I kept looking at it and he asked if it would help for me to see his dick too. I nodded and stared as his big thick dick was pulled out of his boxers. It was the first time I could look at another guys dick without worrying if anyone would catch me. I was jacking so hard that my dick hurt. When I came it splattered all over his hairy chest and my body too. I kept saying I was sorry and asking if I should clean it up. He said not yet..I didnt know what he meant. Another Saturday this all happened again and I shot all over his body again..and he told me how to clean it up.


I licked it off his hairy body and that gave me another hard on. Well it went on like this until I had sucked his dick, been fucked by him and truly loved it. One Friday night I came into my room and saw my bed was taken apart which left only my brothers bed. He was home from college and so I didn't know where I was supposed to sleep. He came in and told me. We slept together and fucked for the first time. He said our StepDad had given me to him for his graduation gift. It all sounds like a porn story or a fuckbook plot..but it really happened.

My friend and I were fuck buddies at the time when he told this to me. I began to change things a bit and we played out fanasies of me being his Dad. Our relationship changed from fuck buddies to lovers and we still are....Im his Daddy and except for when he visits his brother, we have lots of fun.

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