Sex in the Sky

I was sitting in my compartment on the southbound train, heading for Los Angeles. I hadn’t seen my girlfriend since she left for UCLA ten months ago. Why am I taking the train? I’m terrified of flying and I fall asleep while driving. But the expense was worth it to have my own compartment where I could stretch out to sleep. I’m six-six and the chairs in the cattle car just aren’t conducive to sleeping. Also, I could shut out the kids.

We actually left Seattle on time, passing Safeco Field and heading south to Tacoma. I had a great book but wanted something to drink so I headed to the club car to see what was happening. I was lost in contemplation, thinking about Angela. We hadn’t been together since last summer. But I remained faithful. I looked and I had a prurient fantasy or two, but I kept it in my pants. I really thought she could be the one. We met while at the University of Washington. I got my degree in finance and got a job at the software giant (you know which one I’m talking about) while she wanted to further her education and went to LA. Well, this was my first chance for a vacation and I couldn’t wait to surprise her.

When I got to the club car, it was packed. I slowly made my way to the counter so I could get a drink. But the milling crowd caused me to bump into someone. I turned to apologize and looked into the eyes of my neighbor, Alan. I smiled at a familiar face and we started talking. He told me he was on his way to San Diego to meet his brother’s ship when he got to port in a few days. I asked why the train and he told me he hated flying. I smiled and agreed. We were chatting back and forth and I asked him to come back to my compartment, the bed was folded into a couch and there was a comfy armchair there as well. He agreed and we set off down the halls of the train. Once in the compartment we talked some more. I told him I was going to surprise my girlfriend.

We talked through several stops, and then decided to have dinner once we passed Eugene. Over dinner we talked about the apartments where we lived. It was a great old building in Pioneer Square near downtown Seattle, the area hardest hit by the earthquake two years ago. From my apartment I could see the Pike Place market and the ferry terminal. Alan lived across from me and didn’t have a view. But as I was leaving in the morning, over time, I had seen a couple of guys leaving, in various states of undress. I knew he was gay and I could care less. Alan was an EMT and worked for the city. He was maybe a year or two older than my twenty-four. He was tall, about six-three and was strong, but you would have to be to do all that lifting.

When dinner was done, Alan made to go back to the cattle cars where he was sitting. But he was almost as tall as I and needed that extra space. Plus, I really wanted someone to talk to. So I invited him to stay with me. He smiled and said he really appreciated it. He was lonely too. When we got back to the compartment, the porter had turned the sofa into a bed. My plan might have hit a snag. There was no upper birth, the sofa turned into a queen-sized bed. Well, what the hell. I invited Alan in and I sat in the armchair and he got comfortable on the bed. We talked some more and I realized that I really liked him. We had talked in the hall a few times, but I found that he was a great guy. When we were both home, I was going to make a point of spending more time with him.

Alan leaned back against the wall and was watching the view as we passed through the mountains from Eugene to Klamath Falls. I watched him. Like I said he was almost as tall as me and definitely stronger. But he was also handsome. His skin was like milky porcelain. He had a very smooth face; almost beautiful complexion that I knew many women would kill for. His lashes were long and thick. But he wasn’t feminine looking; he was definitely a man. He had a dark five o’clock shadow and his cheekbones were more masculine then feminine. He had dark, golden brown hair. His fingers were long and graceful while being strong as well. His legs were long and his feet were big. I mentally shook myself, what the hell was I thinking?

I had messed around a little with my freshman roommate. I wanted to try it and see. We kissed a little and jerked off together. I let him suck me often, but I only tried it once. He was so excited he shot off almost instantly and I choked, and then puked. That kind of killed the passion for me. The year ended and we parted friends, but I hadn’t met any other guy or even had an urge to be with one since. But I was starting to think about it. Then I felt guilty because of Angela. Again, just a prurient thought or two, but I would keep it in my pants.

Once we passed Klamath Falls, it was past eleven. We were both tired. We would reach LA tomorrow afternoon and I wanted to go to bed. The next few minutes were awkward. I normally sleep in the raw. Alan admitted that he did too. But we agreed skivvies would do. I shucked my jeans and shirt then turned. I really felt inadequate. I was not even close to being as muscular as Alan. I was toned, more like a long-distance runner, but he was really buff and very defined. I was so much hairier too. It coated my chest and belly, up my arms and legs. My ass was so hairy, all the way up to the small of my back. Like the rest of my hair, it was dark brown, almost black. But I was skinny, almost gaunt compared to Alan. I turned red. Alan just looked at me and smiled. He had a light sprinkling of golden hair on his chest and a thin trail from sternum to belly button before it fanned out into the waistband of his briefs. Well, inadequacies are one thing, but all we were doing was sleeping. So I crawled in first, facing the wall and Alan followed, facing the opposite way.

The rocking of the train soon had me asleep. Even the occasional stop in Northern California couldn’t wake me. One of our first stops in the morning was in Sacramento. I woke up when the train had stopped. I found myself with Alan wrapped around me. I normally sleep on my back and he was lying with his head on my shoulder and an arm and leg thrown over me. I wouldn’t have cared regardless, but I was glad just to have someone in my arms. It has been a very lonely ten months. It’s so easy to get used to sleeping with someone beside me, but a bitch when they are gone. So I just lay there for a few minutes, savoring the moment. Then he woke up. He sat away from me and started apologizing.

“I’m sorry Bill. I just miss having someone to sleep next to.”

He looked vulnerable and a little sad. “I understand Alan. It’s been a long time since someone slept next to me too. Don’t be embarrassed.” He broke out in one of the largest grins.

We got up and got dressed and headed for the dining car as we set out from Sacramento, heading for the coast. Over breakfast, he started relaxing again. We talked a lot. We talked about his job and then mine. He was interested in it all. And I found myself just as interested in his work. We had a lot in common: music, movies, books, everything. We were still talking when we got to Santa Barbara. The six hours just flew by. We were heading into Los Angeles when I asked what his plans to get to San Diego were. He told me he was taking a bus. I told him that I was renting a car. Since it was Thursday, I knew Angela would have class tomorrow. I told him that we would drop off my stuff and I would take him to San Diego and come back and spend the weekend with Angela. He was hesitant at first, but I talked him into it.

We got to the station in LA and we got my car and drove to Angela’s place. It was about seven and traffic wasn’t too bad. We pulled up in front of the little house she was renting and we got out. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. But Angela didn’t answer the door. David did. He was a graduate student we both knew from our time at the University of Washington and who had talked Angela into going to UCLA during last summer. He looked shocked to see me.

“David. Is Angela home?”

“Bill. What are you doing here?”

“I came to see Angela. What are you doing here? Study session?”

He ran his left hand through his hair. I noticed a gold ring on his finger. It all clicked into place. I looked over at Alan. Pity flooded his face.

“So, when did you get married?”

“Last month. In Vegas.”

“I see. Well. I think I should go.”

David tried to say something but I just held up my hand. “Just tell me one thing. Did you and Angela get together after you got to Los Angeles?” His guilty look told me everything I needed to know. I just turned around and walked back to the car. I handed Alan the keys and had him drive. The self-pity party was in full swing.

“Pretty stupid, huh?”

“Bill. You couldn’t have known.”

“She stopped calling so often. She kept talking to me as if she were further and further away. I am such a fool.”

“Come on. She should have at least told you she was getting married. It also sounds like she was juggling you both. Oh shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Yeah. Pretty stupid.”

“Bill, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay. Look. Can we just go find someplace for me to stay. I want to get really drunk and then I’ll take a cab back to the station and catch the train back to Seattle tomorrow morning.”

“Look, Bill. Why don’t you come to San Diego with me? You have this time off. You can come with me.”

“That’s really nice of you Alan, but I really think I should just call it good.”

“Come on, I don’t have to pick up my brother until Sunday. We can hang out and do stuff around here. What do you say?”

“I don’t know. I think I would be rather lousy company.”

“We’ll go get drunk tonight after we find a hotel. Then we will decide in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.”

Alan drove for a couple of hours. We ended up in Anaheim. He told me it was closer to San Diego than LA and we could hang out and have some fun. We checked into a hotel with a restaurant and bar about ten blocks from the convention center. Alan got us a room and we headed for the bar. I’m not proud of myself, but I got absolutely pissed drunk. Unfortunately, it only took three drinks to do it. I don’t drink often and it showed. I don’t think Alan was even buzzed. He helped me up to our hotel room and he put me to bed. I was too buzzed and giggled a lot because I was embarrassed.

I woke up the next morning fairly early. Alan was already awake. He was on the floor doing sit-ups. I watched him flip over and do push-ups. He did over one hundred. I couldn’t stop watching the play of muscles in his arms and back. He was magnificent and now I knew how he was so incredibly well muscled. There was a knock on the door and Alan stood and got it. A room service cart was wheeled in and he noticed I was awake. He smiled at me and told me that breakfast was in order because he had a lot for us to do. So we ate, showered and dressed. I should have been surprised but I wasn’t when we walked the ten blocks to the gates of the happiest place on Earth. Within minutes we were laughing and jumping around like kids. We rode every ride; even the kid’s rides based on fairy tales, and ate hot dogs and popcorn.

That evening, while sitting in the back row of a boat floating through a lagoon infested with pirates, I stared at his laughing face. I came to the conclusion that this was one of the best days of my life. I reached over and grabbed his hand and squeezed. He looked at me and we were both smiling. Then the smile faded as we slipped over a hill into a cave. By the time we were passing a pirate ship cannoning the hell out of a town, we were kissing. His mouth tasted like the cotton candy we had eaten a few minutes ago. I was lost in the sensation of his tongue brushing mine. I sucked on it, pulling his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his groan through his chest. Then he turned the tables on me, and my groan was wrenched from me. It was loud enough that I heard it over the singing robotic pirates. That split us apart, but the connection was still there. The fire was still burning. I had to keep touching him and him touching me, just a brush of my hand along his arm or against his thigh. Something had been unleashed between us. I just hoped that he would go along with it. I needed to feel close to someone and fate or some other higher power put him in my path.

We left the park and walked back to the hotel. The door had hardly shut behind us and we were kissing and groping each other. He pulled off my shirt and clawed his fingers through my chest hair. When he scraped my nipples my knees gave way and I sank to the floor. Alan couldn’t have known, but having someone run their fingers through the hair on my chest, slightly pulling on it, made me so incredibly hard that I could hardly breath. It had always ranked high on my turn on list. He followed me to the floor, whispering in my ear how hot I was, how hard he was. I shut my eyes and shuddered. Then I attacked him, removing his clothes, slipping them from his muscular frame. I had him down to his briefs. His erection pushed to the side over his hip, tenting the side of his underwear. He turned from me to pull down the bedding. I saw him from behind and I watched his ass move under the soft cotton of his underwear. Then I noticed the tip of his cock, poking in his underwear over his hip. He was long, very long if I could see it from a full back view. My mouth watered. He turned to me and his eyes were dilated and his breath was hitching.

“I didn’t travel prepared, Bill.”

“What?”

“Condoms.”

“Oh. I traveled prepared.”

I went to my shaving kit in the bathroom and grabbed the strip of rubbers. I came back into the bedroom and saw Alan, lounging on the bed, one leg lifted and bent at the knee. He rocked it back and forth and I could see his erection rub into the tight cotton of his briefs that were a little transparent from his excitement. I had a feeling that if I reached down into my underwear, I would find myself in the same dripping condition. The thought alone almost had me lose it.

“I should probably wear two of these.”

Alan stopped moving and looked up sharply. “What do you mean?”

“It’s been a really long time since I had sex and my control is questionable.”

The look of relief on Alan’s face made me wonder. “Alan, did I say something wrong?”

“No. I was just having an insecure moment. I thought you were commenting on me. I didn’t want to take offense. But I am really glad you clarified.” With that he grinned.

“Alan, that was the last thing on my mind. I know you. This is unexpected, but I can’t imagine not being with you. I’m just so on edge I could shoot right here, right now.”

“That’s an idea.”

With that Alan stuck his hand over his cock and squeezed the tip. I heard him moan. And felt that simple caress deep in my jeans. Then I watched him cup his balls and run his thumb over them, separating and emphasizing each of his testicles. All the while, he slowly rubbed the head of his cock. I was breathing heavily, panting my desire. I was standing in front of the bed, wearing my jeans and underwear and nothing else. I watched as Alan removed his hand from his scrotum and moved up to pinch one of his nipples. Then he told me to do the same. I moved my hand up, tweaking the tight nub. The first twinge had me moaning. Then I watched him run his fingers through his chest hair.

I found my hand subconsciously following the same trail on my own chest. All the while, he slowly rubbed the head of his cock. His underwear was almost translucent from his pre-cum. He was breathing hard, his cheeks, chest, and neck was flushed. My jeans were so tight; I was so incredibly hard and trapped. It was torture. I shifted my feet and felt a moment of intense sensation. I gasped. Alan smiled then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and shucked them down his legs and then flicked them off his ankle, hitting me straight in the crotch. My knees buckled and I landed on the edge of the bed. I looked my fill of Alan’s exposed body. He was physical perfection. His shaft was straight and long and stood so incredibly hard that it almost rested on his belly and he was only half reclined. I wanted so badly to take him in my mouth, my first experience not withstanding. But it wasn’t to be. Alan reached into my lap with his foot and squeezed me then pressed hard against me. I exploded. Each spasm had me calling out. I could feel each tremendous wave propel fluid from me into my pants. It was the most intense orgasm I had had in a long time. My vision was blank, my hearing gone. I was centered on the amazing sensations centered in my crotch. As my breathing slowed, my senses began to return. And then I felt the blush rise up from my chest until I knew my face was flaming. I looked up into Alan’s smiling, laughing face.

“That was amazing Bill. I have never seen anything so incredibly erotic as watching you cum. I hope it was as good as it looked.”

“It was amazing, one of the best ever. But it was kind of one-sided. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. The moment you said you were on a short fuse, I decided that I wanted the edge taken off.” He kneeled in front of me and unsnapped my jeans before pushing me back on the bed and pulling them and my underwear off my legs. “Because now that it’s my turn, Bill, I want you to last for a good long while.”

Those words had my still plump cock stand back at full staff. Then I watched as he picked up my briefs and licked at the sticky mess. When he looked at me and said “yum’ I almost shot again. I have never been this randy before. Okay, so I have only slept with three women and my freshman roommate. But my response was even more amazing than the weekend I discovered masturbation when I was sixteen (okay, so I’m a really late bloomer and don’t sleep around). But I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend an evening than exploring this explosive chemistry between Alan and myself. And from the gleam in his eye, it was going to be quite the exploration.

Alan pushed me back on the bed and placed a pillow behind my head. Then he started kissing and raking his hands through the hair on my chest. I felt him move over me, reaching for the condoms still clutched in my hand. He tore one off then rolled it down me. The sensation had me groaning and bucking my hips. Alan told me to calm down and let him take care of everything. Then he threw his leg over me and sat, taking me into himself slowly, moving in scant millimeters down the length of me. Once seated, his ass resting on my thighs, he let out a long sigh, full of an almost unrecognizable contentment. Then Alan looked in my eyes and smiled. A smile of happiness and joy as he began to move, lifting himself up then moving down, gracefully, slowly. The muscles in his arms and chest bunched with energy as he grasped my chest, digging deeply into my chest hair, pulling slightly. The pain and pleasure of the simple connection was incredible. I was fisted in heat, a velvet sheath so warm and tight, I felt myself on edge again, close to tripping. I reached out and took his erection in my hand. I was amazed at the soft, silky skin, the texture and feel of it as it rolled beneath my fingers. I started to move my hand over him, moving over the velvety skin covering his incredibly hard shaft. But he brushed my hand away.

“Let it happen on its own.”

I moved my hands up to feel his chest, brushing my fingers in lazy patterns, discovering that he had more chest hair than I had thought. The golden red of it merged with his skin tone, making it appear he wasn’t as hairy as he was. I felt the muscles tighten in his chest and belly as I moved my hands over it. I could feel his pleasure as he started squeezing me as he moved. His entire body started to tense, curling in on itself. I watched as his cock stiffened even further, moving up higher and higher against his belly. His testicles began to lift up against his body. He kept squeezing my shaft with each rhythmic glide of his motions. I felt myself build, but not as fast as Alan. All of a sudden, he pulled hard on the hair on my chest, clawing at my pecs as his hands closed into fists. His head lowered against his chest as I saw his legs quiver. Then he raised his head to stare straight into my eyes and cried out as my belly became flooded with his release. Each pulse of semen that left his body I could feel as he milked my cock with his ecstasy. It was too much. I pulled at his hips, driving myself hard, grinding my hips into him as I came. Each spasm had my calling out my pleasure. Eight, nine, ten rapid pulses of fire left me. I was drained with pleasure, weak with release. Alan collapsed against my chest with enough exhausted force that my arms went around him with instinctual speed. The wealth of tenderness that hit me almost staggered me. It definitely stole my breath. I found myself stroking his back and cupping his face before lifting it so I could place a gentle kiss on his lips. Slowly we drifted off and I slipped into one of the most contented sleeps of my life.

With one last nuzzling, he pulled back his face and toyed with the waistband of my boxers. I thought he was going to go torturously slow again, and I was afraid I might come before he even laid a finger on my throbbing cock – but he surprised me. Without warning, he ripped down the last barrier and enveloped my hard cock in his hot mouth. My free hand shot into his hair as I moaned sharply. His tongue circled the head and licked downward, and his fingers caressed my naked balls. His thin lips moved up and down on my cock, humming and flicking at the head, massaging further and further behind my balls. I could barely breathe as I watched him, his pale lips stretched over my own throbbing member and rotating it expertly in his talented mouth. I closed my eyes again and clutched his hair, moaning my encouragement. His tongue flattened and I felt the pierced ball run its cold course along my shaft. I shuddered as his mouth moved on me at greater speed, hissing at the pleasure that coursed through my body. “Oh– ” I groaned between my teeth and thrust up into his mouth, “Fuck, yeah.”

I felt his hot mouth pull off of my cock with a sensual noise, kissing his way down my shaft. His lips gently touched and kissed my balls, and his mouth slowly opened to lick and suck them into his mouth, one at a time. One of his hands groped for my cock and grasped the shaft, firmly jerking up and down. I moaned softly at that, laying my head back down. My hips squirmed as he kept licking and sucking and jerking. God, he knew exactly where to put his mouth and hands. It was then that I felt one of his hands slip under my ass and squeeze one of my cheeks. It put me on the edge as he groped my ass, feeling his palm roll over the mounds and crack. I barely even noticed as he bent one of my legs backward. That was, I didn’t notice, until I felt his fingers part my ass and his wet tongue flicked my virgin asshole.

I let in a sharp breath and started, my upper body jerking up. “No! Stop–”

He pulled up his face and gave me a calm look with his bright green eyes, though I was flustered and offended and trying to catch my breath. The hand that was on my cock reached and pressed against my stomach. “You’ll like it. I promise,” he told me.

I stared at him uncertainly, but in the end, he won. I slowly laid back down, and he stroked my hip once with his eyes focused on mine. He then returned to what he had been doing, and I sucked in a breath and stared at the ceiling above me. I tried to relax and focus on his fingers jerking my cock, and the throbbing pleasure that came with it. Soon, his mouth kissed back to where it had been. His fingers parted me again, and his wet tongue licked around the ring of my asshole. I breathed in slowly, closing my eyes and rolling my head to the side. No one had ever touched me there. That was unmarked, unclaimed, and untouched territory. He kept placing slow licks with the flat of his tongue. It felt dirty, wrong…and that was exactly why it was starting to feel so good.

All at once, I flushed and jumped when his cold piercing touched my asshole, letting out a sharp moan. I could feel him smile as he released my cock and used both hands to widen the crack. This time, the tip of his wet tongue touched by asshole, and then slid in. I instantly tensed and sucked in a breath as his tongue pressed inward. It went deeper and deeper and I began to feel discomfort turn to a slight tinge of pain. But then, it pulled out. A second later, it darted back in. Then out. Then in. I glanced downward to see his tongue darting in and out of my ass. I shivered and closed my eyes, feeling the wet little snake fuck me a little quicker each time. God, it felt good!

I felt him stop suddenly with a grin, teasingly laying open kisses around the opening rose bud. “You like that, Lance? You like my tongue fucking your tight asshole?”

I let out a hot breath in response, weaving my hand deeper into his hair and pressing his face closer to me. “Yeah,” I breathed, desperate to feel it again. He laughed softly and obliged, sticking his tongue back into me. I exhaled in lust, my ass squirming to get him in deeper. He began licking and sucking, and I spread my legs further to feel him deeper. I was starting to let out small sounds and wriggle my ass against his mouth.

All at once, his mouth pulled away from my ass. Just as disappointment stung me, I felt one of his fingers peek into my asshole, and his talented lips were wrapped around my cock again. His finger pressed deeper than his tongue did, and I let out a sudden sound at the pain. He hummed against my cock as if to relieve me of the pain, and the lapping of pleasure did help douse some of the discomfort as my ass stretched to accommodate his finger. In another minute, his finger was buried up to the knuckle in my asshole, and he was starting to pump it in and out. At first, it just felt weird, but then it started to tingle softly with pleasure. That pleasure heightened as time passed, and he pumped his finger faster. Soon, it felt so fucking good that I was thrusting my cock into his mouth and my ass against his finger.

The rustle of fabric met my ears, and before I knew it, something hard and fleshy was dangling in my face. I looked up to see that he had slipped into a sixty-nine position, his finger still pumping my ass and his mouth still on my cock. Drunken with pleasure, I leaned up and hesitantly flicked my tongue for my first taste of another man’s cock. It was hard and surprisingly salty with pre-come. He let out a sound of encouragement, and my hands slid to cup his balls, groping and feeling him out. I leaned up further and took the head of his cock with my lips, flicking it with my tongue. He made a sharp sound against my cock and instinctively thrust deep into my mouth. I almost gagged, but then recovered and adjusted my head to a more comfortable position. I sucked his cock like he was sucking mine, and soon we were both thrusting and moaning and gagging.

It wasn’t long before my breaths quickened and I felt a climax coming on. I felt Luke doing the same as his abs began to clench with sharp gasps for air. It was then that he shoved another finger deep inside of me and started fucking my ass harder. I let out a loud sound and shivered, feeling him slurping and sucking and fucking, and I grabbed his ass as the pleasure mounted. I kept sucking him with everything I could, and I felt sweat forming on my chest as I groaned and thrust and squirmed. He took his mouth off of my cock with a sharp gasp, jerking me and shoving his fingers deep in and out of my ass. “Yeah, Lance. You feel my fingers in your ass?” His fingers sped up and fucked me harder. “Fuck, yeah. Come for me.”

My hips bucked and the pleasure raked my quivering body. I let out a cry and a shudder as strings of my hot come beaded his hot, slurping mouth. I thrust and thrust until I was paralyzed in my orgasm. It was the most earth-shattering climax I’d ever experienced – I swear the ground must’ve moved. My body collapsed right before I felt him thrust hard in my mouth. With one final, rough groan, his hot syrup splurted into my mouth. It had a sharp, tangy sort of taste. I wasn’t ready for it and it choked me, but as I gagged and tried to swallow, it just kept coming. I finally had to pull my mouth away with a hard swallow and a loud cough, gasping for air.

I felt him panting softly against my thigh, and all at once, I could hear the murmuring of the television again. He laughed again and kissed my skin. “You’ll learn to swallow, kid. It’s alright.”

I let out a long breath and reached up to wipe the remaining come off of my face. It tasted sticky and salty, but I could live with it. I felt him pull off of me, but a moment later, he was lying back down on top of me and licking his own come off of my face. I breathed out and touched his chest gently as he moved his lips to mine, but this kiss was much gentler and warmer than any other we’d shared. He touched my hair and broke the kiss, looking at me straight in the eye. He smiled out of nowhere, flicking my pierced lip with his tongue. “Your eyes look like honey.”

I blinked up at him, naked and flustered, and absolutely speechless at those words. They were the last ones I had expected from him.

He stared back at me with an expression I could not discern, even though I was looking straight into his gleaming eyes. A second later, it was gone. He grinned and chuckled like he normally would, shaking his head gently so that strands of his black hair trickled against my cheeks. “Did I ever tell you what a tight ass you have? Fuckin’ hot.”

“That “I could respond to. I blushed out of nowhere and told him to fuck off, though it lacked the normal bite. He kissed me gently in response, and then pressed soft kisses against my neck. “Next time,” he whispered when he came to my ear, “I’ll have to pop your virgin ass.”

All my former inhibitions came flaring up, but right when I opened my mouth to speak, a sharp yell made us both flinch.

“”The fuck is going on?”"

I jerked my head up to see my older brother, standing there with his face beet-red and a sheet-wrapped girl at his side. His messy blonde hair looked sharp against the television light, and his face was contorted in shock and fury. The brunette next to him was no less dismayed, her fingers covering her plump mouth.

In that moment, my face felt like it had been lit aflame. I looked speechlessly at Luke, but his expression was surprisingly calm and neutral, staring at my brother with faint irritation. It was as if he’d only interrupted a simple game of chess. His warm body pulled off of mine as he calmly slipped his boxers and jeans back on. I scrambled for my own clothes, but Seth’s voice almost splintered my ear drums.

“The fuck did you do to my “brother?”" he screamed so loud that even I jumped as I scrambled to get my jeans on. His face was deep red as he advanced toward Luke, murder flaring in his eyes. “Get out! Get out the fuck out!”

All at once, I felt something warm on my cheek. I tilted my head up just in time for a quick kiss on the lips, and Luke’s warm voice wafted into my ear. “Night, Lance.”

I watched, stunned and speechless, as he smiled at me as though nothing were wrong. He pulled away just in time to avoid getting pummeled by my brother’s fist, and the next moment, he was gone.

I stared at the doorway. It had all happened so swiftly that I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.

But for the first time ever, the rawness of sex didn’t leave me feeling hollow.

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“A special thank-you to tribalbutterfly77 for her help in editing this piece.”

“Author’s Note: This is my first stab at erotica, and I’m considering writing further installments, so any feedback is worshiped! Please leave me a comment, or feel free to respond in private by writing to Aurora (myself) at the address in my profile. Thank you!”

As John’s orgasm subsided and his cock began to deflate Bob let it slip from his mouth and he just stared at it. Then he heard John speaking “That was unexpected! Nice but unexpected, thanks.”

Bob stared up at his friend “I never did that before.”

“Well for a beginner you did well. That was really nice.” Then as John looked down he noticed that Bob had not cum yet, that he had stopped jacking himself. He took hold of the smaller mans shoulders and drew him up onto his feet. Then turned him around and sat him down on the bed and sat next to him. He reached out and took Bob’s dick into his hand and began to gently work it. “Did you like doing that?” he asked Bob. Bob looked at his new friend and answered “Yeah, I did. I never even thought about doing that but I liked it.”

John asked him “Would you like to stop or would you like me to return the favor?”

Bob stared in disbelief, “Would you? No one ever has.”

“One good blow job deserves another” John answered as he slid to the floor between Bob’s legs and licked the head of his cock before sucking it into his mouth. John was able to get Bob’s entire cock into his mouth with no trouble and sucked him as he slid his lips up and down the shaft always pausing at the top of the stroke to roll his tongue around the head a few times. Bob was so lost in the sensations of his first blow job and his new found sexuality that he did not last, could not last long and in just a minute or so released his sperm into John’s mouth. John did not pause he simply swallowed it all, then released his new lovers cock to plop down against his leg.

John returned to sit next to Bob on the bed and Bob stared at him and looked into his eyes. What he found himself doing next surprised him even more than taking the cock into his mouth had. He leaned over and placed his lips on John’s then as their lips met he let his tongue slide out and caress the lips of the man who had just sucked his cock . John responded to the kiss by opening his mouth and allowing the other mans tongue to slide into his mouth and over the tongue that had just been soaked in sperm. They slowly fell back onto the bed together and lay in each others embrace not wanting to release the kiss.

It was only a few minutes and Bob was surprised to find his cock hard again as he lay in John’s arms. “I did not think you were gay.” Bob said.

“I’m not.” John answered. “I prefer women, but I can have fun with a man. I guess I’m bi. On the other hand I have done this before, and I can’t say I ever enjoyed kissing and holding a guy afterward the way I am now so maybe I just had not found the right one.”

Bob lay there for a few minutes quietly, kissing and touching the other man’s body. Then he stopped and asked. “Have you ever… I mean what’s it like to … Have you ever done anal?”

John chuckled “Yes I have.”

“Have you done it to somebody else or had it done to you?” Bob asked.

“Both and I think I like it, it’s different and I will admit to having a hardon while I’m getting fucked. In answer to your next question, it doesn’t hurt as long as you use lube and take it easy at first, until the other guy gets used to it.”

Bob again lay there for a few minutes quietly contemplating while he fondled Johns cock and balls. He was thinking about how it felt to suck a cock, mostly about how much he enjoyed it. There was pleasure in his own orgasm and the release involved there but he had experienced pleasure of a different kind while he had had Johns cock in his mouth. It was just so damn sensual and he wanted to do it again. But he was also curious and wanted to experience things. He had asked John about anal sex and it was in the front of his mind. If oral sex was this good and if he liked sucking cock this much, what would it be like to have a cock in his ass. He had put his finger in there a couple of times while masturbating and it did heighten the sensation and it didn’t hurt but to take that monster up his butt, that was something that made his dick throb. At that point he made a decision and turned to John, “Would you fuck me, please. I want to try it.”

John smiled back at him, “I think I would like that but not tonight. I don’t have anything to use as a lube and I’m too big to do it without, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” And then as he said it he kissed bob again.

The kiss took away some of the disappointment but Bob was still worried that he had done something wrong and offended his new lover. John sensed the disappointment and fear Bob was feeling and he did not want his new friend to be put off so he began kissing his way across the soft down that grew on Bob’s chest, So unlike the coarse dark hair on his own chest. He began to get lost in the softness of Bob’s skin and hair as he worked his way down. He paused and gently licked then sucked a nipple into his mouth and played with it before continuing his trek down across his lover’s stomach to the light hair around his manhood. He again took Bob’s dick into his mouth and began a slow sucking action as he let it slide into and out of his mouth. Constantly using his tongue to heighten Bob’s enjoyment.

Bob had not released Johns member during the time his new lover moved to take his dick in his mouth and that had forced John to turn on the bed and in the end put his own dick near Bob’s face again. Bob stared at it as he worked his hand up and down the shaft while John sucked his own cock in smooth fluid motions. The thought running through his head was “I’m in heaven. This is the most wonderful thing I have ever felt.” And as those thoughts ran through his mind he leaned his head over and took John into his mouth again.

Bob savored the taste of his new lovers cock and the texture of it against his tongue. He slowly fed it to himself, sliding it down into his mouth until he could take no more, then he let it slide back out and ran his tongue over the head and licked the underside of the head. Than brought a groan and a shudder from John who returned the favor and did the same to Bob’s cock. The two continued in there mutual gratification until John began to jack Bob’s cock while holding the tip in his lips and sucking the head then for a second time that night Bob came into John’s mouth and John savored the taste of the mans cum before swallowing. Bob kept working John’s cock thru his orgasm and really did not want the experience to end but his ministrations to his friend had the expected effect and soon after Bob came John followed suit, blasting another load into Bob’s mouth. This time Bob did not swallow it but instead turned and kissed his lover sharing the cum with him. As the two men broke their kiss they laid on the bed and Bob snuggled against his new lover and fell asleep.

John did not want to wake the man who lay against him and he was enjoying the closeness and warmth as her ran his hands over the down covered body next to him. “Well I may have trouble finding a girlfriend here but apparently I found a boyfriend.” He mused as he drifted off to sleep.

Bob woke first the next morning and in the fog of waking found himself naked in a strange bed and in the arms of another man. Then it all came flooding back and the tightness in his gut was replaced by a flood of warmth as he remembered the activities of the previous night. The warmth of his memories were suddenly replaced by fear. “Was John just drunk? Was he going to wake up and through me out of his room and call me a queer? What am I going to do? I liked it so much I don’t want it to end.” He could feel John’s hard cock nestled between his legs and pushing against his balls. “God, what a glorious feeling.” Next ran through his head. He just lay there afraid to move and wake the man who last night had been his lover. Afraid of what might happen.

A bit later John began to wake and he too lay there wondering what Bob’s morning after reaction would be. In some ways it would have been easier if Bob had returned to his own room during the night. Then neither would have to face the uncertainty in the morning light. John was fairly sure that Bob would not run away screaming. He fell into the role to easily last night and his interest to genuine. But would he have second thoughts this morning. John had his arm around Bob and decided to take a chance. He started to slowly stroke the other man’s stomach and lower chest. At first he felt Bob stiffen under his touch than almost immediately relax. So he allowed his had to travel a bit farther down with each stroke until his had was into Bob’s pubic hair then onto his dick. At that touch Bob melted back into John’s embrace. John continued to fondle and stroke his lover. Finally Bob spoke. “I was afraid you’d wake up and chase me out, call me queer or something.”

John chuckled, “No, I wouldn’t do that. But the question is, Do you have any regrets?”

Bob did not hesitate with his answer, “None. I like it and I liked you doing it to me and I especially like doing it to you. I still want more too. That is if you want to.”

“Yes, I want to and as long as we both do we can continue. But I don’t want you getting all jealous on me if I happen to meet a girl or if my girlfriend comes to visit for a weekend or something. You need to remember that I like pussy as well as cock.”

Bob laughed a bit, “Ok but it goes both ways. I’ve never had a girl but if I get the chance, I’m going to try it.”

Now John chuckled again “Who knows maybe we can share. I wouldn’t mind you doing my girlfriend. I’m not sure how she would feel about it but who knows. For now though, we have something going here.”

At that pronouncement he kissed Bob’s neck. Bob responded by turning and kissing him back and offering his tongue to John’s mouth. The two were soon lost in a kiss and John found how eager Bob was as a lover. Bob slid unasked and uninvited to John’s cock and started his day off with a morning blowjob. This time though he did not allow John to return the favor. He jerked himself off while administering the oral gratification to his new boyfriend. Bob quickly came into his hand and he continued for a minute or so until John once again shot his seed into Bob’s mouth. Bob rolled the cum around in his mouth savoring the taste and realized that this was the third load of cum he had taken and he already craved more. He decided he really like the taste of cum in his mouth.

After their morning sex they laid together a while longer before rising to dress and get breakfast. They walked to the cafeteria together like any number of other group of two or three or more giving no indication of what had gone on the previous night. Once done Bob wanted to go to the small general store that served as the bookstore and grocery for the campus. He had a mission, he wanted to get something they could use as a lube but he had no idea what to buy. On the way across campus he confided to John what he was up to as well as his ignorance. John laughed at his eagerness and told him that either K-Y or Vaseline would work but K-Y was better because it was easier to wash off. Bob succeeded in his mission and wanted nothing more than to return to John’s room. Again John laughed at his eagerness, “Bob, in the last 12 hours you have given me three of the best blow jobs I have ever had. But man I am not superman. Let me rest and recover for a while then I will gladly give you what you want.”

Bob looked sheepishly at John, “Ok, I’m sorry to push. I guess I’m a little excited.”

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s find something to do a while and then later we can head back to the room and fulfill your fantasies.”

They spent a few hours in the student union and library and then had lunch before heading back to John’s room. Once there John closed and locked the door behind him before folding Bob into his arms and kissing him passionately, letting his tongue dance around his boyfriend’s mouth. As he kissed Bob he began to undo his pants and expose his cock. John immediately went to his knees and drew him into his mouth. John worked Bob’s cock until he spurt his cum into John’s mouth. Then stood and kissed him. “That was for being so eager. Now are you still ready fro more?” John asked.

“Hell yes! I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Bob answered. As he returned the kiss John had started. In minutes they were both naked and on John’s bed. John urged Bob onto his stomach and grasped his hips in order to get his ass into the air a bit and exposed his asshole for easier penetration. He took the K-Y from Bob and put a little on his fingers and smeared it into Bob’s ass crack and around his hole. Then slowly slipped a finger in and gently worked it back and forth. “How’s that? Does it hurt at all?” John asked as he finger fucked his boyfriend.

“No, it feels good. Give me more.” Bob answered.

John responded by adding a second finger then a third, slowly stretching the muscles around Bob’s ass so that he could fit his cock in with no trouble. Once he had three fingers inside him and had worked them Bob was groaning and pushing back onto John’s hand. John used his free hand to add some lube to his cock and positioned himself behind his friend. He removed his fingers and placed the head of his dick at Bob’s backdoor and slowly pushed. His massive meat began to enter his boyfriend’s virgin ass and in no time the head was completely inside and he stopped to let the other man become accustomed to it before pushing a bit more and working his length slowly inside. It took a couple of minutes but soon his cock was fully inside Bob’s ass and he stopped. “How do you feel now?” John asked.

“Full, but like nothing else I ever felt. Fuck me. Soot cum in my ass. God I want this so bad.” Bob answered.

John began to stroke himself in and out of Bob and increased speed and stroke as he went. When he started he had both hands firmly planted on Bob’s hips then as they got moving he no longer needed the leverage and reached down with his right hand to find Bob’s cock. It was hard and straight and he fondled his cock and balls while he stroked in and out of the smaller man’s asshole. John was enjoying the fucking he was giving Bob’s ass. And while he was ding it he ran his hand over the soft skin and fine light hair that covered Bob’s back. “I could get used to this one.” John thought while he pumped. “It’s almost as good as a pussy and he doesn’t give me half the crap I get from my girlfriend.” Then he felt the tightening of his balls and the cum rushing in it’s unstoppable journey up his cock as he gushed cum into his boyfriends asshole. He held his position after cumming and he slowly began to deflate and soon he popped out with a squeeze from Bob’s sphincter. Then he collapsed on top of Bob. “Well what do you think? Was it all you hoped and expected?”

Bob turned beneath him and kissed him gently on the lips. “It was better and more than I had hoped. I want to do it again, maybe tonight? Maybe I could do you, if you want me to.”

“I’d like that. Right now you wore me out.” John answered as he kissed his new lover. “Interesting” he thought “even his face is soft” As they held each other and drifted off for an after sex afternoon nap. One of many they would share.