Sex in the Sky

I went over to the triple-sized shower stall and turned on the dual jets. Okay, I admit it-this was the real reason we’d bought this house. The architect apparently had a water fetish.

Not only was the shower huge, it had a built-in bench and enough hoses and gadgets to fulfill any fantasies our vivid imaginations could think up. And the shower wasn’t the only thing the designer had added. The master bath also had a 6 by 6 foot Jacuzzi and a sauna. The first time Joe had seen these toys, his eyes had lit up and I’d known that it didn’t matter if the kitchen tiles were turquoise and the taps gold. We had found our home.

I stepped into the shower for the second time that morning. The hot water beat down on my shoulders and I sighed from the feeling as clouds of steam rose up to envelope me in a blanket of warmth. I reached for the shampoo as Joe stepped into the enclosure. He took the shampoo out of my hand and poured a big dollop of it into his palm.

“I thought you were all done?” I said, eying him suspiciously.

He grinned. “Yeah, but you had to take two, so I thought fair was fair.”

Joe pushed me gently until my head was under the jets. I waited while the water did its job, then stepped back. He reached up and massaged the shampoo into my scalp.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” I murmured as his strong hands worked their magic.

If Joe had any kind of fetish, this was it: he loved to shampoo my hair. Well… actually anybody’s hair, if I was honest about it. But now, I was the lucky one who reaped the benefits of his little hobby.

It was Betsy who’d turned him on to the pleasure. That long, curly hair of hers had been gorgeous, but those tresses were a time-consuming, royal pain in the ass. Joe’d told me that he’d spent so much time waiting for her to get out of the bathroom, that he finally decided it was a “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” situation, and he’d started to help her with the chore. It wasn’t long before this shampoo ritual was one of the high points of their relationship. After they broke up, he’d continued the tradition with all his girlfriends… and eventually with me.

Joe had been nervous, almost embarrassed, when he’d first admitted this to me, but I told him it didn’t matter. It was the truth. I didn’t mind that I wasn’t the first lover he’d played this game with-as long as I stayed the last.

“Do you remember the first time I did this?” Joe could still read my mind.

“With Betsy?” I asked, my eyes still closed.

“No,” he said, still gently massaging my scalp. “With you.”

Okay, so he wasn’t perfect at it. Still, it was close.

“Yeah,” I chuckled softly. “I’ll never forget it. Jesus, I was so scared.”

“You were scared?” He massaged harder and I bit back a groan of contentment. “Think of me! I didn’t know what the fuck was happening.”

I opened my eyes, then looked over my shoulder at him and raised my eyebrows.

He grinned back sheepishly. “Okay, I knew, I just wasn’t ready to admit it.” He kissed me lightly on the mouth, his hands still tangled in my soapy hair. “But I’m real glad you…”

“…and Betsy.” I couldn’t help it; I had to add that.

“…and Betsy,” Joe sighed and agreed, “pointed out the error of my ways.”

So was I, I thought, though at the time, I wasn’t sure at all…

February 15, 1989

I never heard the details about exactly what happened on that Saturday morning. Lucy, Beau, Kevin and some of the others who were involved told me bits and pieces, but the only one who knew the whole story was Joe, and to this day, he refuses to talk about it. All he’s ever said was that the minute he walked into my apartment, he felt there was something terribly wrong.

In the end, though, it was Kevin who finally put all the pieces together and figured out where I was. Joe called him first, after he’d gotten to my empty apartment around 2AM. He didn’t know Cam’s number and he was hoping Kevin had it.

Kevin - being no fool - could tell from the tone in Joe’s voice that it wouldn’t be a good idea at all to let him talk to Cam. Even if I was there and fine, Kevin had this feeling things could get ugly. Like I said, Kevin was smart, and he’d already noticed things about Joe’s behavior that I’d completely missed. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Kevin told Joe that he’d call Cam and get back to him. He had a little bit of trouble convincing him to go for this, but he finally managed by suggesting that Joe check with Lucy and see if she knew anything. They could kill two birds with one stone. Joe reluctantly agreed, and Kevin hung up and called Cam.

He wasn’t exactly worried at that point. Kevin figured I’d maybe overslept or something. But when Cam answered and curtly told him he didn’t know and didn’t care where I was, alarm bells went off.

He figured there was no way he should pass that message on to Joe. Cam hadn’t been exactly forthcoming on the phone, but Kevin thought he might be able to do better if he saw him in person. Of all my friends, Kevin got along with Cam best. Cam respected his work at the center, and had even volunteered some time down there to help with the legal problems that always follow runaways. Kevin was grateful to him and they’d struck up a cordial, if not close, acquaintance. So if anybody was going to get Cam to come clean about the last night’s events, it was Kevin.

He showed up at Cam’s door ten minutes later. Cam was a little belligerent, but he didn’t refuse to talk to Kevin. He did, however, make it clear that he thought the whole thing was an utter waste of time.

So Cam told him what he knew, but that seemed to lead nowhere. When Kevin insisted, Cam had dug around until he found Randall’s phone number, who in turn gave them Elliot’s. But Elliot wasn’t home when they tried him, and the boy, Andrew, had vanished.

Apparently, Cam hadn’t taken advantage of his part of the boyfriend exchange. Once he’d gotten Andrew in the car, he’d told him it was nothing personal, but he wasn’t in the mood. He asked him if he wanted Cam to take him home, but Andrew had said no and asked to be dropped off at a friend’s.

Cam didn’t know the friend’s name, and the apartment complex he lived in was huge. Cam wasn’t sure which building Andrew had gone into, since they all looked alike to him. Kevin tried to pin him down, but the only thing he could remember was the building faced a clubhouse and one of the windows had a block “M” blanket in it instead of a curtain. Not exactly a great clue; half the students at the U of M used school memorabilia like that as decorations.

Kevin thanked Cam anyway and asked to use his phone. He knew that Joe was probably chomping at the bit by now and only hoped that Lucy had been able to keep him from going completely crazy. The phone was picked up on the first ring. Joe answered and Kevin explained briefly that Cam and I had parted ways fairly early the night before. Then, he told him about Andrew and Elliot, going into as little detail as possible.

Joe exploded. In between threats about what he was going to do to Cam if he ever saw him again, he told Kevin he was going to go look for Andrew. Kev tried to explain how impossible that would be, but Joe insisted. Kevin agreed to meet Joe at the complex. He couldn’t let him do it alone, no matter how hopeless he personally thought it would be.

They started knocking on doors. Eventually, even Joe realized how long this would take. It didn’t mean he was ready to give up though. He called Beau and Abdul and Kevin did the same with some other friends, and eventually they collected a posse to help.

Now it was both Joe and Kevin who were being labeled as alarmists, but as the hours evaporated and there was still no sign of me, everybody caught the panic bug. Betsy had a friend at the hospital check admissions and Kevin got a hold of a police detective he knew from his work at the kid’s center. The cop was sympathetic and said he’d put out some feelers, but there was nothing he could do officially because I hadn’t been missing long enough for the police to become involved.

It was Beau who finally knocked on the right door in the apartment complex. A young man named Charles opened it and reluctantly admitted that Andrew had spent the night with him. Beau called down the hall to Abdul to find Joe and then he stepped inside the apartment.

At first, Andrew didn’t want to talk to him. As the room filled up with my friends, he grew increasingly frightened and hostile. Kevin showed up and ordered everybody else out. Then he took Andrew into the bedroom and started to plead with him. Fifteen minutes later he walked out of the apartment with a white face and a slip of paper with an address on it.

Joe would have gone himself by then, but Kevin convinced him to wait until he could get his cop buddy to meet him. It was decided that Beau and Abdul would also go along. Size and numbers might be necessary. The rest of the group said they’d wait to hear from the other four. They said their goodbyes, leaving Joe and the rest of the group to wait in the apartment complex’s parking lot for Kevin’s pet detective, Bob Hoyle.

As I said though, I didn’t know any of this at the time. To be truthful, there wasn’t much I was aware of by then, including what was being done to my body. The pain had become too great to distinguish individual sources. Elliot had been very efficient in dealing it out. Even so, he hadn’t succeeded in breaking me.

Hey, don’t get the idea I was Rambo. I cried, I screamed, and I tried to reason with him. But I never pretended I liked it, never begged him for more, nor would I admit that he had bested me, even though somewhere in my head I knew that would’ve probably make it easier.

Because that was what he wanted. It wasn’t enough for him to just do what he did to me; he needed me to approve of it, too. And that I couldn’t do. I’m afraid this only made him more determined, and he used all his resources to make me change my mind. Strangely, in the end, it wasn’t me who lost control, but Elliot.

Through swollen lids, I’d watched the man I’d labeled as mild, turn into a monster. I’d unleashed his demons by my refusal to give in to him. Maybe if I’d been smarter about it, I would have pretended for a while, and maybe I’d have been able to get away with a beating and a little rough sex. Now, I had the feeling that we’d traveled too far down this road. He could never release me. Not only was I an example of his failure, but I was dangerous. I knew what he was capable of, and I couldn’t be trusted to keep my mouth shut.

He turned his back on me and I saw his shoulders were shaking. He was grappling with a decision. I thought dully that I knew what it was going to be. I was almost out of time. Elliot turned around again and I glimpsed what was in his hands. It was blurry, but even through my dulled vision, I could see a sharp metallic edge that glinted as it came towards me.

“Oh, Jesus, Joe,” I thought or even may have said out loud, “you have to come now.”

He did. They all did. There was the splinter of wood and the crash of breaking glass. Shouts sounded in the house and there was another bang as the door of the dungeon imploded under Abdul’s weight. I sagged against the chains that held me and waited.

“Put it down!” a voice I didn’t recognized ordered.

I opened my eyes just as Elliot backed into a corner and started to babble. “Get out of here! This is private property! I’ll call the police! I’ll have you arrested!” He screamed like a man possessed, waving his arms wildly.

“I am the police.” The voice again and now I saw it was connected to a curly-haired blonde who looked more like a little kid than an avenging angel. Then I saw the expression on his face and changed my mind.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ!” Abdul, who never swore, repeated over and over.

The room was crowded now. Abdul had been first, then the man who said he was a cop. I saw Beau and Kevin frozen in shock as they took in the contents of the room. But where was Joe?

I felt hands gently slide around my torso, lifting me up, taking away the terrible strain on my shoulders. I groaned in relief and pain as cramps seized my stretched muscles.

“Shh, Mike.” Joe said softly. “It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay now. I’m here. He won’t hurt you anymore.”

He barked at Kevin to find the keys, and together they got me down off of the rack. I was naked and bloody and Joe held onto me like he would never let go. When I was finally released, he half-carried/half-dragged me to the bed where he sat and cradled me in his arms.

He never stopped talking to me, soothing me, telling me it was over. He held my head to his chest and I could feel his heart. For the first time I started to sob. My chest convulsed as my lungs, starved for hours by the constricted position I’d been in, tried to take in too much air at once. I could barely move my arms, but my fingers clutched at Joe, making sure he was real and not some hallucination.

The rest of the room faded as I tried to concentrate on the man who was holding me. Over and over he repeated his mantra: I was safe, he wouldn’t leave, I wasn’t alone.

Neither of us saw the look that Kevin gave Beau or the nod that answered him. Neither of us saw the way the other men in the room avoided looking at us, giving us time together that they were sure we needed.

There was a scuffle in the corner of the room. Elliot, in a burst of desperation, tried to use the knife he’d been holding when my friends had entered the room. It gave Abdul the opportunity he’d wanted. His huge fist shot out and in one blow he shattered Elliot’s jaw. He would have finished the job, but the cop put his hand on his arm.

“Thanks, but I think you got him.”

“I don’t know about that,” Ab argued, “he still looks dangerous to me.”

Both men looked down at Elliot who was cowering on the floor. The detective looked sideways at Abdul who shrugged and reluctantly moved away, out of the range of temptation.

Beau took over as guard while Bob the cop went in search of a phone. A few minutes later Bob was back. He said the police were on their way along with an ambulance.

“I want to get Mike out of this room.” Joe spoke to the others for the first time since he’d seen me.

Abdul and Kevin came over to help him, but he shrugged them away. He held me tightly in his arms, and carried me out of the room. Somewhere in my scrambled brain, a memory stirred.

“I’m sorry,” I croaked into his ear.

“This wasn’t your fault,” Joe responded fiercely.

“No, not about that.” I started to laugh and then shuddered as the pain hit me again. “You were right-I didn’t think you could do it. Carry me, that is.”

Joe looked down at me, puzzled. Then his own memory kicked in, and he knew I was talking about the first night we met. He smiled tightly and gripped me harder.

He made it to the living room and sat down on the couch with me still draped on his lap. There was an afghan and he put it around me. He pulled me closer and I felt the heat from him start to seep into my bones. Suddenly I felt exhausted, as if I’d been up for days.

“I knew you’d come,” I whispered.

I felt him tense up. My hair, tangled and damp with sweat, had fallen over my face. I felt Joe’s hand reach up and smooth it behind my ear.

“When are you going to break down and cut this mess?” His voice was gruff, but his hand continued to stroke my head that was resting on his shoulder.

Neither of us said anymore. I drifted in and out of consciousness. I heard distant voices and sirens, and then someone was trying to separate me from Joe. I resisted until he whispered it was okay, I was safe now, and that he wouldn’t leave me. It was only the last part that convinced me to finally relax my grip.

I was loaded onto a gurney and taken out to the waiting ambulance. Joe walked beside me, talking to me the whole time. When he jumped into the back of the van with me, someone started to protest, but I heard Kevin’s voice and the objections ended. Joe sat beside me and told me to hold his hand and squeeze tight when the bumps in the road got too much for me.

The ride seemed to take forever, and I drifted in and out of consciousness. When we got to the hospital, Joe finally had to stay back. I saw him looking after me as they whisked me into the emergency room. As I watched, Betsy ran up to him and grabbed his arm. I tried to lift my hand, but there was something wrong with my shoulders and I didn’t quite manage it.

In spite of my pain and exhaustion, I couldn’t help but recognize the deja vu quality of this whole scenario. It had been a little over three years since Joe and I had acted this out before. Then, it had brought about the beginning of our friendship; now, I had a feeling as I thought of him with Betsy, it might well mark the end of it. Not good thoughts.

Funny, but the whole time I was in that room with Elliot, I’d seemed to have forgotten Joe’s telling me he’d be leaving. Now it came back to me with a rush of pain that had nothing to do with what I’d just gone through. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes and the young intern who was examining me misunderstood and ordered some pain medication. He didn’t realize where I hurt couldn’t be numbed by a narcotic.

The next couple hours are something I’d rather forget, so I’m not going to tell you the details of the further indignities that were inflicted on me. It’s enough to say that it hurt like hell and was incredibly humiliating to boot. When they were finally done, poking, prodding, x-raying and stitching me, they admitted me to a room.

It was a private, which sort of surprised me, but I was in no condition, nor was I inclined, to question it. Although I was full of painkillers, I hadn’t slept since I’d been on that couch in Joe’s arms. I was exhausted, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to chance sleep. The possibilities of what awaited me in my dreams scared the Hell out of me.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I heard the door swing open, but I didn’t have the energy to look and see who it was. A hand reached down and grabbed mine. I squeezed reflexively.

“Hey Mike,” Kevin said. “How’re you doing?”

I opened my eyes and saw him smiling down at me. Joe stood beside him. He was trying to smile too, but he wasn’t as successful as Kevin.

“I’ve been better,” I croaked.

“I believe that,” Kevin grimaced. He looked around and found a chair and pulled it up next to me.

Joe just stood there. He was taking in the contraption they had me in and all the tubes and bandages I was sporting. He swallowed hard like he was trying to get enough saliva in his mouth to speak.

“Hi,” was all he finally managed.

“Hi, yourself,” I whispered.

“They, uh… have you in a Stryker,” he continued.

“Is that what it’s called?”

Joe nodded. “That’s what you’re lying on anyway. The frame is a circle bed. They use this a lot with patients with pressure spots-that’s bed sores to you-or for orthopedic cases. That’s why there’s a hole cut out in the mattress and the circle can turn so they can flip you onto another one without pulling on you.”

The nurses had already explained all this to me and why I was in this strange bed. Elliot’s first slash on my ass had been a lulu: it had taken a couple hundred stitches and had been a complicated closure because the cut was incredibly deep. It was a miracle he hadn’t severed more nerves and muscles than he had. Apparently it had something to do with the angle of his swing, something I guess I had to be grateful for. Even so, the wound would have been excruciating to lie on, plus that could have hindered the healing process. But I couldn’t lie on my stomach, either, because one of Elliot’s little toys, or maybe his fists, had bruised the hell out of my testicles. This bed had been their only option.

Still, I let Joe explain it all to me again. It seemed to put him at ease; talking about the medical equipment was something he was familiar with doing from his orderly days. He finally finished, looked around, found another chair and pulled it up on the right, the opposite side from Kevin. He sat back and relaxed, but stiffened at Kevin’s next sentence.

I could feel his warm breath on my balls, and his powerful hands ripped apart my panty hose, as his tongue moved in to lap my ass. He pushed it in gently and I felt myself thrusting deeper into Janet as Sandi himself was now controlling my thrusts with his tongue. All these shagging options I had this night, and I was the only one not in charge of the pace. His tongue was soon replaced by a very wet and cold finger, and it slid in very easily, and soon it was picking up pace as it was thrust deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker, resulting in myself getting deeper into Janet with my balls smacking against her thighs.

“Yes, that’s it, do me bitch, fuck my cunt hard…yes, yes…fill me deep with your cum, fuck me faster bitch”

I tried to fuck her faster, but Sandi was doing it for me. He had two fingers up my ass now, controlling my thrusts as if I was a sex toy he used to shag Janet, slapping my ass just to show good effect, and I was getting deeper and deeper into Janet.

“Fuck that’s good, yes…bitch…do me bitch…fuck me good and hard… AAHH you fucking bitch, that’s it…yes…yes…yes OH YOU FUCKING BITCH FUCK ME DEEP, fill me YES…YES…YES”

To hear her talking like that sent me over the edge, and as she climaxed, with Sandi’s fingers up my arse, I too exploded, deep inside of Janet, gushing hot semen to add to that of Sandi’s still already in there. I came and came, never before had I cum so much, but Janet was milking my dick with her fanny muscles. Eventually, Janet just shivered, fell off my cock and rolled over onto her back, tits loose and skirt separated at the front so it showed her wet glistening fanny drip slowly onto the bed.

I looked at her, and returned the look with a slight smile and a wink. She blew me a kiss and closed her eyes as if to sleep. Whether she did fall asleep I couldn’t tell, as Sandi had now pushed his dick through my ripped pantyhose and started to fuck my ass slowly. He slowly entered, inch by inch, until I felt his balls rest against mine. His hands were on my bum cheeks, gripping them firmly, as he gyrated inside of me.

“You got one tight ass baby” he said, “Just how I like it.” I was expecting long and fast thrusts, but surprisingly for someone so masculine, he was slow and tender with his thrusts, my hole very slowly getting accustomed to the intrusion of something so large, so…male even. I closed my eyes so I could feel the sensation of being impaled on a man’s cock, and could feel my ass tightening around his cock every time he pulled back as if to stop him from leaving. But with every slow long thrust, he penetrated me deeper, and I could feel him every inch, deep inside. I tried to watch below me as I still hung, but couldn’t see anything except for my still hard cock – what? It never stays hard!!- and his black muscular legs between my thighs. He fucked me slow and continuously for about ten minutes, and the longer he went on, I understood why Janet made so much noise. My first cock, and I knew it was an expert one too. He had the length, and fuck me, did he know how to use it. I groaned and screamed in delight, and when I opened my eyes, I could see Janet lying against the pillow, smiling and wanking her clit with one hand while her other scooped out mine and Sandi’s combined cum and alternatively put it in her mouth or on her breasts. I smiled back at her but then screamed at Sandi as he withdrew from my ass. I pleaded with him to put it back, but he came around so his cock was facing my mouth, and he pulled off his condom and threw it on the floor as he pushed his tip into my face.

“Face fuck my dick Babe,” he said, and I opened up to allow the angry swollen head between my lips. He slowly pushed himself in, and my mouth was evidently not as big as Janet’s as I could only get him half in. In contrast my ass felt empty, but now I concentrated on this new task, and puckered my lips and moved up and down his length, dragging my teeth against it occasionally. He grunted and moaned, and I could see Janet taking p position behind him, wearing a well-oiled strap on – one much larger than with what she fucked me with – and with a masterly manoeuvre, entered him. He groaned in delight at this butt receiving / face giving fuck. He held my neck and pulled me further onto him, Janet held his hips, and he bucked his ass towards her, slowly at first, and then with hard thrusts, until he gave out a loud grunt and he forced himself deeper into my mouth as wave after wave of hot cum filled my mouth and throat. I tried to gag, but Janet had pushed the strap on deep inside of Sandi so he could get the full effect during his orgasm, which resulted in him being deeper into my throat, so all I could do was just swallow and swallow. His balls banged against my chin, and I tried to fit them into my mouth too, but when I did, cum came out over my lips and onto my chin.

Janet and Sandi soon backed off, and stared and laughed at me. I had my pantyhose ripped, around my ass, hard cock sticking out a mile and sum all over my tights and face. I felt like a slut before, now I knew I must be one.

Together, after they had stopped laughing, they pulled me down from my trap, and lay me on the bed. I could not feel my arms or legs, but I sure felt my dick when they both kissed each other whilst their mouths were around it. The two tongues expertly lapped it up, kissing the head, shaft, balls and even themselves. I started getting feeling back in my arms, and I stretched out to take hold of Janet’s wet pussy and Sandi’s limp cock and balls, and kneaded them both gently, as another orgasm hit me and I exploded deep into and onto both their faces, both of which just cleaned me up completely. Then they positioned themselves around me, and Janet asked

“Did you enjoy that babe? We’d better get some sleep, the three of us have got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” She smiled sweetly at me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “I love you honey.”

She then turned over and put her herself in a spoon position inside of me. Sandi, pulled the duvet over us, and also gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.

“I love you too babe.” He said, then positioned himself in a spoon position on the outside of me, leaving the three of us cuddled into each other for the night, with me, their bitch or babe, in the middle, with a juicy fanny in front of me, and a lengthy cock resting between my ass cheeks, both of which will be raring to go when the alarm bell rings in the morning.

Then I realized my girl was standing in front of me, staring.

“Are you awake or what?” She snapped, ” And where the hell were you?”

“I was in the can.” I was startled from my revelry.

“Well you certainly took long enough, I got tired waiting and just went off to finish. Are you ready to leave?” She asked.

“Sure.” I replied.

I suddenly felt ashamed of myself. Not because I sucked off two cocks, but because this was the first time I had cheated on my girlfriend.

I wanted to come clean and tell her of my infidelity, but I was afraid to loose her. I could just see her running out and telling all her friends that I was a gay cock-sucking faggot that was only using her for a cover. So for now I’d thought I had better keep my mouth shut.

All day long she kept asking if something was wrong, I insisted that nothing was but she kept wanting too know why I seemed so distracted all the time. I told her it was the effects of last nights drinking and she let it go, giving me a funny kind of look.

That night we had sex and I couldn’t believe that gave her two orgasms before I came. I usually don’t last that long. She was overjoyed saying that I should get a hangover more often. Laughing she turned on the TV to watch the late news. Truth was, the whole time we were having sex all I could think about was that glory hole and sucking cock.

I was laying there nodding off when to my horror, a news story about a crack down on men frequently using public restrooms for sex had netted over twenty offenders in a town just twenty miles away from us. Just hearing the word glory hole gave me an instant hard on. As the reporter explained about how men had made holes in the sides of toilet stalls to perform anonymous sex on each other my girl giggled that sexy giggle she had whenever something excited her.

“Thinking about men having oral sex with each other turns me on.” She stated.

Looking over at me she noticed my hard on.

“It looks like I’m not the only one.” She said starting to stroke my cock.

“One of the girls at work told us that her husband said there are holes like that at the mall men’s room. Did you see any there?” She asked coyly while licking my penis.

“Yeah,” I said, ” Their there”

I tried to make my voice as non-interested as possible to the subject.

“Ever stick your cock through one for a free blow?”

At least this question I wasn’t afraid to answer,” No, why would I when I got you.”

“I bet,” she laughed, ” You’re probably one of the suckers.”

Before I could say anything she sucked half my cock into her throat. I turned off the TV so she wouldn’t see me turn red as I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment. I hoped she’d never ask that question out right, I’m sure she could tell if I tried to lie to her. It’s not something I’d ever been very good at.

Within moments I was reaching orgasm and tried to warn her as didn’t like it when I came in her mouth. This time she ignored me and pumped my cock faster until I came. Before I had a chance to gain my senses I felt her tongue force its way into my mouth and I parted my lips. The next instant I realized her ploy as I tasted my own cum for the first time. I went crazy thrusting my tongue into her mouth to get every drop.

She broke the kiss after a few minutes and chuckled wickedly and felt my still hard cock, ” You’re a powerhouse tonight aren’t you babe?”

I didn’t reply as we kissed again and she straddled my groin to ride my cock. I lost count of her orgasms or how long we made love. The last thing I remember was my own orgasm before drifting off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling drained. I was alone in the bed and it was past one o’clock. I started to think about all that had happened last night. I wondered what my girlfriend had thought about it. I got a little scared and jumped out of bed to find her. She didn’t answer my calls and I got frantic when I saw the note on the kitchen table. I thought for sure it was a Dear John letter.

All her note said was she went to do some shopping and would be back this afternoon sometime. The P.S. was a thank you for the best sex we ever had together.

Now that my fears were relieved I went to have a shower and got ready for my day. I even considered that she might not take my confession of yesterdays exploits to badly if I told her. The news story got her hot enough to do something I’d have never expected from her and it wasn’t like I went into the john purposely to suck some stranger’s cock. Though I’m sure the next time it probably would be.

Finally, Kenny’s cock stopped cumming, although it still twitched in my mouth as he began to grow limp. I kept sucking him until his cock had resumed the modest little form I had first seen it in, and let it go as I climbed onto the bed and looked over at Kenny, who looked like he had just been hit by a bus.

5. My turn.

Kenny’s upper torso was covered with sweat, his hairless chest glistening in the soft light. His face was a ruddy pink, a result of the way I had been able to keep from cumming for so long, and he was shaking his head as he sat down beside me on the bed.

“That was…” Kenny said as he looked at me in shock.

“Good?” I asked.

“Oh man that was the best orgasm I ever had in my life!” Kenny gushed. “Girls - by myself - anytime. I can’t believe it! I thought I was going to pass out there for a minute.”

“Great!” I told him. “Glad you liked it. It was good for me too.”

Kenny’s eyes went down to my dick, which was semi-erect, and looked back up at me.

“Kenny, you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable about it yet.”

“I want to,” Kenny said as his hand reached over and grabbed my dick, which sprang back to attention immediately. “I’m just - I don’t know.”

“It’s okay Kenny,” I told him. “Do whatever you want, whenever you want to. I’m not going anywhere, and besides, that feels nice.”

Kenny had my dick in his fist, and only the head was visible as I throbbed in his fist.

“Now, THAT’S a little dick!” I remarked as I nodded toward my barely visible crown.

“I thought you said size didn’t matter,” Kenny said softly, throwing my own words back at me.

With that, Kenny knelt next to me and began to lower his head over my dick. After more than a few false starts, I watched as Kenny took the head of my dick into his mouth and began sliding up and down on it.

I groaned as I watched Kenny’s first attempt at cocksucking. I ran my hand up and down his hairy calf, feeling the crinkly fur as arousing as I had always thought it would be.

Kenny glanced up at me from time to time, looking for signs that he was doing alright, and I kept nodding and groaning as he sucked me. Was it great? No, but I’m sure my first efforts were shaky as well. It wasn’t the quality of it, it was the sight of my friend with his lips around my member that was exciting.

“Kenny, I’m going to cum soon,” I told him, wanting to give him the option on what to do next.

Kenny seemed torn as to what to do, and I knew what I would have preferred, but I was not surprised when Kenny straightened up and began jerking me off, his thumb and index finger pumping me hard while his other hand squeezed my cherry tomato-sized balls.

Even this was great to me, as Kenny worked on my dick with his hand. I had all the inspiration I needed right next to me, as I had worked my hand behind and under Kenny so I was playing with his dangling balls when I felt my orgasm rise up within me.

My dick squirted out jets of cum onto my stomach and chest under Kenny’s jacking, and after my orgasm ended Kenny continued to try and squeeze out some more cum. When he had urged a last bead of cum out onto the tip of my dick, Kenny surprised me by leaning down and touching the cum with his tongue. Then, after a second, brought his mouth down over my dick and sucked it clean.

“Sorry,” Kenny said. “Wish I hadn’t chickened out. Tastes okay.”

“That’s alright Kenny, because it was great for me.”

“Next time,” Kenny said softly, and I broke out into a big grin, which confused Kenny.

“The way you said next time,” I told him. “I was afraid that this was going to be a one time thing, and you would say you were drunk or something. You saying that there was going to be a next time made me incredibly happy.”

“As long as you can bear with me,” Kenny said. “I don’t really know if what I’m doing is good or not.”

“You know what you like, and chances are I like the same things,” I assured Kenny. “I’m new at this too, remember, so we can practice on each other.”

“Thanks Tim,” Kenny said. “I’m so glad this happened.”

I agreed, although what I was feeling for Kenny was starting to feel like a lot more than friendship.

6. Does it hurt?

We lay beside each other in bed in silence, letting our hands explore each other’s bodies as I tried to figure out whether Kenny was ready for something else new. I knew what I wanted, and when I felt Kenny’s stiff cock brush against my thigh, I decided to come right out and ask him.

“You seem to have recovered,” I remarked as I stroked his long stiff tube.

“This is all so exciting for me,” Kenny said. “I’ve spent weeks looking at your body and wondered what it would be like to touch you.”

“How would you feel about trying something else?”

“Like what?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, and I feel Kenny’s cock surge in my hand when I spoke.

“Does it hurt?” Kenny asked shyly.

“Will it hurt you?” I giggled. “Hell no. It should be just like fucking a girl, only a lot tighter.”

“No, I meant you. Won’t it hurt you?”

“It should be a nice mix of pain and pleasure,” I told him. “I didn’t think that pain was going to enter into the equation at all at first, but now that I’ve seen how long your cock is… well, just be gentle with me at first and it will be fine.”

Kenny reacted just like the other men I had been with when I praised his endowment. He loved being told how special his equipment was, and I found it exciting to say it too.

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you for anything,” Kenny said. “Just tell me what to do.”

I reached into my night table and pulled out a tube of lubricant, squeezing out some into my palm and began working it all over his cock, the coolness making Kenny jump.

“Ooooh Timmy - that feels so good,” Kenny groaned. “Never feels that way when I do that to myself.”

“Always a lot nicer when somebody that cares about you does it for you,” I agreed as I applied some more lube to Kenny’s balls, roughly working his sack as Kenny squirmed and grunted.”

“Hurt?”

“Geez no,” Kenny blurted out. “Feels great.”

“Like your balls handled a little rough?” I said as I began working his nuts with even more intensity. “Damn, you’ve got quite a pair on you Kenny! They’re beautiful.”

“Wasted… all these weeks,” Kenny blurted out between gasps as his well oiled nuts got kneaded and pulled. “Thought you weren’t attracted to me.”

“No way man, I didn’t want to screw up the living arrangement at first, and then after I got to know you I didn’t want to lose your friendship,” I told Kenny. “When you would lay back on the bed reading a book, with your free arm behind your head, that made me take quite a few cold showers.”

“Like this?” Kenny asked, leaning back and putting his hand behind his neck.

A chill ran down my spine, and I was unable to resist leaning over and biting Kenny’s nipples slightly before letting my mouth drift over to Kenny’s exposed armpit, burying my face in the soft thicket of dark brown hair that filled the gentle hollow.

Kenny seemed shocked at this, but within a few seconds was groaning and wiggling around frantically, before pushing me away abruptly, depriving me of something I had often fantasized about.

“Sorry,” I said.

“I was going to come if you didn’t stop,” Kenny said, and I had forgotten that I had been churning his nuts all that time. “That felt incredible! I never imagined how great…”

“In that case,” I said as I let go of his balls and resumed nibbling and kissing Kenny’s armpit a little longer before raising myself up on my hands and handing Kenny the tube of lube.

“Use your index finger,” I instructed a very nervous Kenny as I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide.

Kenny’s finger grazed against my puckered anus, as he looked at me with fear in his eyes. I nodded encouragement, and Kenny slowly slid his digit into me, getting a moan from me in reply. I told Kenny to use another finger, and when he saw the favorable response that got, he began moving them both around inside of me.

“Now,” I told Kenny, and had him climb between my legs, pushing some bedding under the base of my spine. “Do it this way. I want to see you.”

Kenny’s cock was hard and swaying in front of him as he moved closer, and then I felt the tip of his dick against my anus. He lurched forward a bit, and his slender cock slid in easily. I raised my hips toward Kenny in delight, feeling his warm tool penetrate me in an way I had not been privy to before.

It felt so nice to have something inside me that wasn’t tearing me up, and I thrust my hips into Kenny as he made tenative thrusts, but he only had about half of his cock inside me.

“Harder Kenny,” I implored him. “Stick all of that long pole of yours inside me.”

Kenny’s face gave the impression that he was on a roller coaster, with his eyes as big as saucers, as he slid his dick in further.

“Feels so good - so tight,” Kenny said.

“For me too!” I grunted. “I want it all.”

Kenny slid forward, and I felt his nuts slapping against my backside as he began slipping that long prong in and out of me harder and harder. I reached up and pinched his nipple with one hand, while my other hand yanked on my own dick.

“Omigod!” Kenny said as he watched me frantically yanking on my boner. “That’s so sexy looking… can’t… gonna cum!” Kenny gasped.

I wrapped my legs around Kenny’s slender hips as best I could while his cock jerked inside of me, and I felt his warm cum filling my ass while my own coated my stomach.

Kenny’s cock twitched inside of me as his orgasm ebbed slowly, and I smiled up at him while I felt his dick grow limp inside of me, slipping out eventually as it withered.

Kenny was grinning too, and then did something that I was not expecting, as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. What started out as a peck because something else altogether, as our tongues dueled.

The look Kenny gave me could have meant one of many things, but I knew what my look meant. I was in love.

******

My relationship with Kenny lasted the rest of the semester, and was a wonderful experience for me. When we went our separate ways at the school year’s end, we promised to keep in touch and meet again the next year.

Ultimately, I was unable to go back out there for my sophomore year, finances forcing me to stay close to home for the rest of my education. Our communication eventually became less and less frequent, finally ending with an sad acknowledgement that we were over.

Nice while it lasted though. Very nice indeed.

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“Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.”