Sex in the Sky

I yawned and scratched my chest as I shuffled into the bathroom. Joe was standing in front of the double sinks, blow-drying his hair. I leaned across the counter and pulled the plug.

“I thought you were going to wait for me?” I asked him.

“I thought you were going to get you ass out of bed sooner.”

“Oh, do not even go there!” I stuck my tongue out him, but he grinned and grabbed for the plug. I held it away from him, but since he had a good grip on the dryer, he just reeled it, and me, in.

“You look tired babe,” he whispered into my ear. “Rough night?”

“There was this pest who wouldn’t let me alone.”

“Can I help it if you’re irresistible?”

Joe put his arms on my shoulders and stroked down them gently. I sighed and offered him my mouth. As we kissed, his hands slowly dropped down my arms. He broke away from me and stepped back. It was only then that I saw he had the plug in his hand.

“Hey, no fair,” I laughed.

“Jesus, you are easy,” he reached around me and plugged in the blow dryer.

His hand rested on my hip and I felt his fingers trace the raised welt that crowned my right cheek; for a moment, his face hardened. I reached around and covered his hand with mine. Joe looked at me and managed an ironic smile.

“Sorry, it still gets to me sometimes.”

“You shouldn’t let it, I don’t.”

“I know, it’s something I admire about you. I don’t think I could have handled it as well.”

I shrugged. This was an old conversation. “Everybody has scars, Joe. I’m lucky my worst ones are on the outside.”

What I didn’t say was why that was so. Joe already knew my theory about that. He had a hard time believing me, but I knew I was right. There had been a night, when I could have ended up with a lot more wrong with me than some damaged skin. Joe had been the reason I’d survived it, and he hadn’t even been there…

February 14, 1989

“I can’t believe you still haven’t gotten rid of that.” Joe said as he looked at the back of my head.

“Shit, do we have to have this conversation every time you see me?”

Both of us looked at the wavy mirror that hung on the outside of my bathroom door. I turned my head sideways and swiveled my eyes so I could just catch a glimpse of the short ponytail that sprouted out of the nape of my neck.

“I was just wondering how long you’re planning on keeping it, that’s all.”

“I don’t know; I kind of like it.”

Joe looked at me like I was nuts. It was obvious he didn’t agree with me at all. I didn’t understand it, normally he didn’t give a shit about how somebody looked, but he’d been ragging at me about my hair ever since I’d showed up after Christmas break with it back in a ponytail.

“And what does Cam think?” Joe was careful to keep any inflection out of his voice as he spoke my boyfriend’s name.

“He thinks it’s okay,” I responded, just as carefully.

The truth was, Cam loved it. He thought it was sexy as hell and had no problem showing me just how turned on it got him. But Joe and Cam had never really warmed up to each other and it was easier to play down our relationship to Joe, than make an issue of it.

But, we definitely did have a relationship. Cam and I spent as much time as possible with each other and it was the most satisfying partnership I’d ever had. He was still controlling, but there were other benefits that more than made up for that. At least, that’s what I told myself in the beginning.

The sex was great. Not, that Cam had changed his mind about how that side of things should go you understand. I never did get a chance at his ass. No the change was in me. I found that I really loved being a bottom. All he had to do was look at my butt and my hole would twitch in anticipation of having Cam’s cock back where it belonged. Whatever other problems we faced, bed wasn’t one of them.

But there were problems and as time passed they seemed to grow. Cam couldn’t get past treating me like a kid. I know he tried, but he always ended up pulling rank. Nothing could piss me off faster than the feeling that I was just his gay version of a bimbo girlfriend. I had never thought of myself as a twink even when I was young enough to really deserve that title. It rankled me to think that now I was heading down that road.

Another issue between us was Cam’s possessiveness. He really resented the time I spent away from him with my friends. I guess he had a point. Between my job and his, and then my school commitments, we didn’t have much time to spend with one another.

But it was my senior year, and I wasn’t about to give up everything that entailed for anyone. And it wasn’t like Cam was willing to meet me halfway. Except for the occasional game or night at a bar, he was basically uninterested in what went on in my life. He said he’d already gone through college and had no desire to repeat the experience.

We ended up in an uneasy compromise. I hung out with my friends during the week, but found myself mixing with his friends on the weekends.

And that was the other problem. I wasn’t that wild about his friends either. Somehow he’d latched onto this group of very wealthy, very successful gay men, who seemed to think they were a cut above everyone else. The only time they stooped to mix with anyone they didn’t deem worthy, which was just about everyone, was when they trolled the bars, looking for fresh pretty faces they could show off to each other for a couple of months until the novelty wore off. Then they’d dump the poor kid and move on to their next victim.

I worried at first that this might be Cam’s plan too, but whatever else he might be, he wasn’t interested in collecting young men. He was satisfied with one, me. He just let it be known to everyone, including his law partners, that we were a couple. As he explained, he wouldn’t have done that if he’d been planning on getting his jollies and moving on. It also answered another big question I’d had. Cam did not expect us to sneak around, not in public, not even at the office.

He told me, he was out to everyone that mattered to him except his kids and he said he planned on telling them as soon as they were able to understand. He’d lived in the closet for enough years to know it was not a place he wanted to make his home. He even thought it was funny when I passed on the firm’s gossip that he was still in love with his ex-wife.

It seemed, Elise had always known he was bisexual. She’d even been turned on by it and had occasionally participated in a three way when they were first married. But as Cam grew older, his attraction for men kept growing until he wasn’t really sexually attracted to women at all.

He and Elise tried to make it work, but they kept growing farther and farther apart. He insisted they still loved each other, but they no longer had much in common except their kids.

Inevitably, Elise came home one day and told Cam she wanted a divorce. She had met someone else. He said the real irony was they’d decided to celebrate with champagne and ended up in bed for some of the greatest sex of their marriage.

That didn’t change the facts though and next day Cam had moved out. The following June he’d transferred to Ann Arbor with the firm’s whole-hearted approval. He told me that wasn’t surprising since the ’someone else’ Elise had met, was another partner in the Chicago office. But the upshot of this soap opera for me was, that Cam’s preference for men was no secret to the powers that be and, as he was only nominally my boss, there wasn’t any big problem with us seeing each other.

So while we didn’t exchange kisses in the elevator or meet for a quickie in the copy room, we didn’t keep our dating a secret at work. It was less of a scandal than I’d been afraid of. I got a few curious looks from the partners and a couple of the secretaries winked when they saw me, but that was about the extent of it. Pen, of course, had wanted to know all the details, but I kept my mouth shut and bought her a few lunches to make up for it and she stopped bugging me.

For the first couple of months, I was pretty content with how things were going. It wasn’t perfect, but then, what was. I’d never really believed in true love anyway. I was fairly certain this was as reasonable a facsimile of that fairy tale as I was ever likely to encounter. I might have stayed believing that too, if circumstances hadn’t thrown me a few curves.

“You’re not going to turn into Fabio or something?” Joe’s question brought me back to the present.

I shot him a dirty look. I really did like my new ‘do’, though I’d grown it almost by accident. It was lack of time and funds that had led me to skip the first few barber appointments, but then I’d started to think it looked good. It had taken a while, but now I could tie it back or pull part of up into a clip. Most people liked it, even my mother, who’d embarrassed the Hell out of my Dad when she told him, in front of company, that she thought he’d look sexy with a ponytail too.

“Oh for Christ sake’s,” I muttered as I brushed past him on the way to my closet. “You’d think I was all decked out in Kevin’s transvestite whore outfit.”

We both automatically swiveled our eyes to the bookshelf where the bitch shoes held a place of honor. They’d been there ever since that first night of the Tuesday Game.

The game was still going strong. Except for holidays, we hadn’t missed a week. Sometimes Kevin would bring a buddy along to, as he said, even out the numbers, but the core group was pretty much the same. The only real differences were that Carl had started to show up now that Ashley had a Tuesday night class, and Saul was missing this term because he’d landed a spot on a dig in Africa somewhere and wouldn’t be back until April.

What I’d sworn would never work, had turned out to be the basis of some of the closest friendships I’d ever had, and I was pretty sure the rest of the guys felt the same way. In some weird way, we’d all come together inside the walls of my apartment. We’d had to, almost by necessity, drop our preconceived ideas of who somebody had to be because of skin color, or religion, or sexual preference and instead, had concentrated our efforts in finding out who the person who bore those traits really was. And, for us at least, this familiarity had bred not contempt, but acceptance. Joe had been right; things had worked out and all of us were the richer for it.

Though not all of us were happier. Something was bothering Joe and had been for a long time now. It was there in the absence of light in his eyes and the sag of his shoulders; it showed in the smile he rarely used and the silence that had never been his style. Everyone noticed, and although the unspoken code of guys prevented us from sitting around and discussing it; I could tell by the worried looks on everybody’s faces, that we wished there was something we could do to help him out of his funk.

But whatever demons Joe was fighting; he had chosen to face them alone. That was his choice; believe me. I tried to find out what was wrong. I’d hinted, I’d guessed, I’d prodded and poked. Then when none of those worked, I just came out and asked him what the hell his problem was. It was no use. He wouldn’t talk about it, not to me, not to his roommate, Beau, not to anybody.

Of course, this doesn’t mean I couldn’t have made a pretty good guess about what was wrong. In fact, I was pretty sure I knew exactly what was causing him grief. And my conclusion depressed me.

It was Betsy, beautiful, charming, sweet, funny Betsy. She and Joe had gotten back together and, on the surface at least, things were just as good as they had been before. But looks can be deceiving.

When they’d first dated, one of things that had been so great about their relationship, had been the real pleasure they taken in each other’s company. Now when you saw the two of them together, Betsy was distant and distracted, and Joe always seemed to be on the verge of bolting.

Only occasionally did they seem to recapture their easy intimacy of three years ago. Most of the time, they looked like two strangers who were being forced to spend time in each other’s company and were determined to make the best of it. It really wasn’t either of their fault. I honestly thought that, under different circumstances, those two could have been very happy together. I knew they loved each other.

But the reason for Betsy’s return to Ann Arbor had changed everything. And it was that, more than anything else that had testing their feelings for each other to their limit.

The day I’d come home to find Joe waiting for me, Betsy’s brother, Ben, been admitted to the AIDS unit at the U. He never left. The drugs that promised so much, didn’t work on Ben. He didn’t have a whole lot of time left and Betsy spent every minute she could with him. The rest of the time she needed to work to support herself.

Joe was there for her as much as he could be, but it’s hard to carry on a romance across a deathbed. And it was still football season. Joe was the quarterback and co-captain; he had obligations to the team, although it was obvious his heart was no longer in it.

I spent a lot of time with Betsy, and with Ben. Partially, this was to act as a stand-in for Joe, but also, I’d meant it when I’d promised myself to be a friend to Betsy. And we were friends now, very good ones. I think it surprised both of us, how close we’d actually gotten. There were even times when I think Joe felt a little cut out.

But I wasn’t the only one though who had fallen under Betsy’s spell. Everyone who met her liked her immediately. She had one of those types of personalities. I’d stop up at the hospital room on my way home from work or class and there would be Ronnie or Kevin, or some of the other guys trying to make her smile and helping her with taking care of Ben.

Which really wasn’t a hardship; Ben was a good guy. I never heard him complain and he had wicked way of making fun of his situation. It made you laugh, even when your heart was breaking. I’d never seen him when he wasn’t sick, but he still retained the same curly black hair and deep gray eyes as his sister. I was willing to bet that he’d been gorgeous before AIDS had reduced him to a skeleton and Karposi’s Sarcoma had left huge purple lesions on his chest and neck.

We talked a lot over those last six weeks of his life. Ben had a story tell and I was the one he’d picked to hear it.

He told me that he and Betsy had gotten their looks courtesy of an Italian mother and black Irish dad. I had to take his word for it since it didn’t look like I’d get to check that out for myself. His parents had kicked him out when he’d been arrested his senior year in high school for engaging in lewd acts in a public place. That was how the paper had reported it. Actually he’d been picked up in a sting at a public rest stop just off I96 outside Grand Rapids.

Ben had always known he was gay, but he’d never had the guts to do anything about it. He couldn’t come out to anybody in school; he’d seen what had happened to a friend of his when the word had gotten out that he liked boys. The kid had been beaten up daily and only the fact that he graduated stopped the abuse.

Ben wasn’t willing to put himself through that. But he also was getting desperate to find some kind of outlet for his sexual needs. He heard about this rest stop being the place to go for a blowjob. The night he was picked up was his first time there.

Just his luck, he’d turned 18 the week before. His name had appeared in the Press and his appalled parents had never even tried to get him out of jail. It had been 20 year old; Betsy who’d finally scraped up the money for his bail when a high school friend had called her dorm to let her know her little brother was in trouble. But there was no way she could talk him into facing school; he’d finally taken off for New York City, where the high school friend who’d had all the trouble had moved.

His name was Philip and he was a singer/dancer who’d gotten work as a gypsy on Broadway. He kept at it for a year or so, but then he got an offer at one of the clubs in Tribeca to work as a female impersonator. He’d just started there when Ben showed up. Apparently, he’d always had a thing for the younger boy and he had no problem taking him in, first just into his apartment, and later his bed.

For a while it looked like maybe they’d make a go of it. Philip really did love him, and Ben was grateful. Sometimes he even convinced himself that he felt the same way. But Ben met some people who offered him a lot of money to make some movies. Yeah, those kind of movies. Philip begged him not to do it, but Ben hadn’t been able to find any work, and he was increasingly ashamed that he couldn’t hold up his end of the rent.

It wasn’t too bad, at first. The company he’d hooked up with was considered pretty legit in comparison to some of the sleazebags in the porn industry. The problems started because Ben was almost too successful and he started getting other offers that weren’t so stand up, but paid a lot more money. He began to hang out with some of the people he worked with, and he started to do a lot of drugs.

By this time he and Philip were always fighting. Inevitably, after one vicious blowup, Ben packed his bags and moved to San Francisco. It was his being there, that was the reason Betsy had chosen that city to move to after she graduated.

Ben liked the wide-open lifestyle of the Castro district. He moved into a flat with three other guys and proceeded to have as much sex, with as many men, as possible.

He was still doing porn flicks, but he was no longer the fresh young face. In order to get work, he had to agree to raunchier and riskier scenes. By the time Betsy moved to town he was routinely engaging in unprotected sex on and off camera, often with multiple partners. He became known for his ability to take abuse. And, he admitted bluntly to me, for his addiction to cocaine.

He tried to hide his occupation and his drug use from Betsy, but she was a smart girl. It didn’t take her long to figure it all out. She went into her big sister mode and insisted he face his problems. First she got him into a treatment program; then she got him a job as a waiter. Once again, it seemed like Ben might be going to be okay. But about a year after Betsy arrived he started to feel tired and listless. He kept saying it was the flu, but nobody has the flu for three months straight. Finally, Betsy talked him into seeing a doctor.

That had been the previous July. Since then there had been a steady round of doctors and treatments. Nothing worked. He was already resigned to his death when Betsy insisted they come back to Michigan where some new research was being done. He’d agreed, but only because it meant so much to her.

It wasn’t long after they’d arrived that Betsy left for a couple of days. Ben had known what that meant, even though she offered no explanation for her absence. Betsy still kept in contact with their parents and he knew she still hoped that they’d come around and accept Ben for what he was.

But apparently, not even the inevitability of his death was enough to make them change their mind. When Betsy came back, she had new lines around her mouth and a hardness in her eyes that only disappeared when she looked at Ben. She never told him about her meeting with their folks. But she never mentioned their names to him again either.

It took Ben a long time to tell me all this. Sometimes, this was because it was difficult to admit, and sometimes because he just didn’t have the energy to talk. At those times, I would hold his hand and sit there silently with him. I don’t know what he was thinking about during those quiet hours, but as for me, I thought about how lucky I was.

I could have been like Ben if my family had turned against me. Hell, I probably would have been. But for whatever reason, the Gods had been kind to me. It wasn’t like my parents were perfect; my old man was the stubbornness’ S.O.B. that ever walked and my Mom drove all of us up the wall with her constant chatter. But the last time I’d gone home, my dad met me at the door with a big grin on his face and my mom had made pot roast for that night’s dinner because she knew how much I loved her gravy.

“Come on, we better get over to the club before they send a search party out after us.” I said.

By the time we got to the club those guys were so drunk that nobody had even noticed we were missing. The band was still playing and it was loud as hell in there. I found Sean over by the bar laughing it up with a group of people.

“Hey, there you are!” He yelled. His speech noticeably slurred.

“Time for a shot?”

“I suppose it is time for a shot. I’m buying.” I told him.

Sean was dangerously close to his limit and I could see that, so I secretly had the bartender make him a virgin kamikaze, while I got a double shot of Jack for myself. Crass didn’t want a shot so I ordered three beers as well.

Sean and I did our requisite toast and did the shots. Sean was one cheerful guy when he was drunk. His normally great disposition seemed only to be amplified by drinking. He was a hell of a guy.

Everybody was still having a good time and Sean kept putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his side and laughing it up. Then he’d grab another friend with his other arm. I kept glancing to my side to make sure Crass was still there. He was.

After a while a group of his buddies decided that it was time to get started home. As it was they’d missed the last shuttle and would have to pay for a taxi get back. I really wanted Crass to stay but I couldn’t think of a way to make it happen without it appearing weird. It took all my self control not to grab him and kiss him before they left. I ended up just shaking his hand and saying something like see you later. I hoped that my eyes conveyed my feeling to him.

I watched his little bubble butt as they left. I felt a little tug in heart when walked out the door. When I turned back I saw Sean leaning against the bar looking at me strangely. I just assumed it was because he was drunk. At least I hoped that’s what that look was all about.

“What’s up man? You’re not going to puke are you?” I asked him. He laughed loudly and clapped me on the shoulder good naturedly. “No, I’m not going to puke, but we probably better get out of here soon.”

The next day was Saturday so Sean and I both slept late. The first thing I thought about when I woke up was Crass. In fact I thought about him all day, which was why I was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Did something happen last night?” Sean asked me.

“Why? What do you mean?” I asked trying to keep the paranoid panic out of my voice. I was neglecting my friend with my inattention. Now I was worried about that as well.

Did he know something? Was he suspicious about me and Crass?

“I don’t know, you seem pissed off about something.”

“Oh, no, I’m just still a little hung over that’s all.” I told him, silently breathing a sigh of relief.

Sean and I had a tremendous amount of respect for each other. In the entire ten months that we lived together I don’t think we ever said a cross word to one another. We never argued or bickered over anything. On the contrary, we agreed on just about everything and since we both had a lot of other friends, we never seemed to crowd each other’s space. For the short span of time that we knew each other I’d dare say that were best friends.

I had total allegiance to Sean and I can only assume he felt the same way towards me. In fact, once, during a drunken brawl while I was occupied beating the hell out of some guy, one of the guy’s friends was about to blind-side me. Well Sean, being the ever vigilant friend that he was, dropped the guy with one punch. I was stunned, so was that guy.

Later Sean told me that he’d had no intention of interfering in the fight until the third guy got involved.

“A fair fight is one thing.” He said. “But when that other guy tried to get into it… Well, that just ain’t right.”

“What if the first guy had been beating the hell out me instead of the other way around?” I asked.

“Nobody ever died from a good ass kicking Craig.” He enlighten me.

“Well that’s good to know.” I chuckled. “Thanks a lot Sean.”

“If he’d been beating you too bad, I’d of broken it up, probably.” He laughed.

“Probably?!” I scoffed.

Perhaps he’s just a man of extraordinary character or maybe we just had a really good friendship. Either way, Sean is an exceptional guy and I am a better man for having known him. I don’t think I ever told him so and I’m sorry for that. You should always let a man know his worth.

More than two weeks had passed since my encounter with Crass and at the time I wasn’t sure if it was intentional avoidance or some other reason. If it was intentional avoidance, who was doing the avoiding him or me? And more importantly did I even care? I do know that I really wanted to repeat the sexual experience. But did I really want to pursue a relationship? Did he? To be perfectly honest, I really didn’t give it much thought, except for when I was horny.

Anyway, I already had a relationship. With Sean. You can over analyze it as much as you like but when it comes right down to it a relationship between two people is really just a matter of mutual respect and a willingness to spend time together when you don’t really have to. This is why wives and girlfriends detest the friends of their mates. They hate the idea that he could enjoy spending time with anyone other than them. A woman will wrap up her whole being and sense of self in one person, her partner. Whereas men tend to see that a relationship can be a precarious, even perishable thing and therefore not allow it to consume his entire being.

Even though Sean’s and my relationship wasn’t a sexual one, I felt like I had cheated on him with Crass. I didn’t know what he knew or didn’t know about me and Crass. But the peculiar way that he’d gaze at me or give those sidelong glances whenever Crass was around should have given me some clue. But I was far too wrapped up in my own paranoid neurosis to figure it out.

Besides, Sean seemed the epitome of masculinity to me. Classic Midwestern farm boy type. He absolutely coveted anything Harley Davidson or Harley Davidson related. And besides his uniform, you’d never see him wearing anything other than Levis and black Harley t-shirts. On a chilly day he might wear a flannel over his Harley t-shirt.

He kept a picture of his fiancee on a bureau near his bed. She was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. In my mind’s eye I could them together a couple. I could totally see what they saw in each other. Her name was Rhiannon and she called him every week at the same time.

He didn’t strut around or engage in any of that idiotic macho posturing like so many other typical Marines, which was precisely what made him so masculine and sexy. I must admit though that I did misjudge him when I first met him. I took him for a big dumb guy because of his size and farm boy good looks. He had a slight hillbilly accent too.

But I quickly learned that there was much more to him than could be seen by just looking at him. For instance he was very well read and actually had quite an extensive vocabulary, but he rarely showed it off except when we were alone. I could tell that he was conscious of his accent and made some effort to suppress it. It really only came through when we’d been drinking.

At about six foot one and a half with broad shoulders, Sean had a strong lean utilitarian body. His ass was very nice too, not quite as nice as Crass’, but certainly well above average. And although I never saw it hard, I know for a fact that he was quite well hung. Watching him walk around in nothing but his briefs was a secret pleasure of mine. He had this little treasure trail of soft brown hair that ran from his belly button down into the top of his shorts which made my mouth water.

Quite often I would engage him in these little wrestling matches, typically after we’d been drinking. Most times I’d just rush him and try to take him down. But Sean was strong. Very strong and I hadn’t anticipated that. He’d always play along until he got tired, then he’d figure out a way to immobilize me and make me say uncle.

I really enjoyed tussling around with him, groping him in every way possible. Never anything too rough, we had too many valuable items in the room. But it certainly helped to work off some of my sexual frustrations.

In the beginning I had been able to pin him a couple of time. The first time it happened I was quite pleased with myself. I’d somehow gotten Sean down on his back with his forearms pinned under my shins and hands behind him. It was a tremendous thrill for me, especially considering my control issues.

“Do you give up?” I grilled him.

“No, never!” Sean said.

“You will submit.” I laughed. “Say uncle.”

“Never gonna happen.”

“Alright, I didn’t want to have to do this.” I told him. “But you leave me no alternative.”

I leaned down, placing my hands on both his shoulders. Very slowly I moved my face closer and closer to his. I wanted desperately to kiss those full luscious lips. In fact I’d had it planned all along. And now, face to face with him, staring into his big amber colored eyes I saw his smile fade away.

Suddenly he was expressionless and I couldn’t read a damn thing in his. Would he acquiesce and just let it happen or would he get angry and try to beat the hell out me? I had no way of knowing. And the closer I got to his face the more his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

In an instant hundreds of thoughts crashed through my mind. And not one of the scenarios I pictured was very appealing. I saw our relationship changing right before my eyes. And not in a good way. Suddenly I couldn’t bear the idea of him rejecting me and then losing all respect me. While he remained passive I decided it wasn’t worth the risk. Still close to his face, I blinked a couple of times and smiled, then I gave him a little slap on the face. Perhaps a little harder than I’d intended. And by his expression I could see that it shocked the hell out of him.

As I went to get up he exploded with sudden burst of strength and damn near threw me across the room. Now it was my turn to be shocked. And for a moment I thought he was angry. I could swear I saw a flash of rage in his eyes, then it was gone. Then, laughing like a moron he came over and helped me up.

“Bet you never saw that coming.” He said.

“No, no I can’t say that I did.”

I was glad that our relationship had remained in tact and unchanged. After that time I was never able to pin him again, but that never put me off wrestling with him. I never went down without a long, hard fought struggle.

“Alright, if you’re not going to say uncle.” He’d warn me. “You leave me no alternative.”

Then he’d tickle the hell out of me until I submitted. He knew that was my Achilles’ heel. And occasionally he take full advantage of it. Often times continuing to tickle me even after I’d submitted.

I still remember the first time I laid eyes on him, all I could think was, “Man I bet he’s good in bed.” I loved to watch him walk too. Just the way he moved so confidently, hips swinging ever so slightly. One never got any sense of arrogance from him, just a warm self-assured inner-strength.

Eventually, I was overcome with curiosity about Crass so I asked Sean if he’d seen him around since they both worked in the same shop. He had to have seen him at work.

“Oh yeah, I meant to tell you about that.” He said. “Crass and his roommates got put on restriction.”

“What happened?”

“They got caught with a couple bottles of booze in their cubicle.” He laughed.

The barracks on that side of base were pretty shitty compared to where we lived. They were more like warehouses. Each floor having just one long room sectioned off into cubicles with tall wardrobes and curtains. Absolutely no privacy. And worst of all a big community bathroom that everyone shared.

“Got caught? Who gets fucking caught?” I said shaking my head in disbelief.

“Well, from what I heard they were in there raising hell and one of the Staff Sergeants from their squadron walked in.” Sean confided.

“He told them to keep it down and get rid of the booze. Crass lost his temper and started mouthing off to him. Next thing you know they were all on restriction.”

It could have been a lot worse. Restriction is like a slap on the wrist compared to what could happen. Being on restriction is like being grounded. You’re only allowed to go to work and the mess hall. The rest of the time you have to stay inside the barracks.

“Man, that’s gotta suck. How much restriction did they get?” I asked.

“They got sixty days plus extra duty.” He said.

“Damn, that’s rough.”

“The worse part is that they only have about six more weeks before they go back to the States.” He chuckled. “Those poor bastards are going to be on restriction for the rest of the time that they’re here.”

Apparently I had seen the last of my new friend Crass. I was indeed somewhat disappointed, but that’s life.

Eventually it came time for Sean to leave too. But he wasn’t just going back to the States, he was getting out of the Marine Corps altogether. And although I’d be leaving just three short months after Sean, I was really saddened, distressed even, at the thought of his imminent departure.

We had less than a week left together so we made the most of it. We raised all sorts of hell on and off base. Up to that point we rarely went off base because everything was just so damn expensive. But I knew that I’d probably never see this guy again ever, so what the fuck eh?

Normally I try to distance myself from anything that could potentially make me emotional. I’m just not built for that sort of thing and I don’t wear it well. Anyway, that’s precisely what I’d been trying to do with Sean over those last few days. Sort of wean myself off him. But of course there was no real chance of that since we lived together.

Finally his last full day in Japan was upon us and I wasn’t holding up too well. Besides being hung over everyday for past week, I could feel myself slipping in a deep depression. By the time I got off work, he was already finished checking out of the base and the Marine Corps. All that was left was a flight home.

There he sat with an upturned beer in his hand as I walked in.

“Less than twenty-four hours to go.” Sean said grinning broadly.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I said as cheerfully as I could. “Listen, are you going to be counting down with every passing hour like you did yesterday? Cause if so…”

“Come on, sit down and have a beer.” He interrupted.

I did and then he poured us a couple of shots. We did shot after shot, toasting to pretty much anything and everything we could think of. We drank way too much in those days, but it was all in good fun.

“I’m going to have to reserve a room in a detox center after you’re gone.” I told him.

We both had a good laugh at that, but I was only half joking. I’m pretty sure my liver was cursing the day I’d been born.

“Since this is my last night, we have to go over to the club with some of the guys from my work.” He said. “So hurry up and get changed.”

After I got out of the shower I couldn’t help but notice Sean staring openly at me. He wasn’t saying anything. Just sort of staring and smiling. I figured he was just drunk so I finished getting dressed.

As I was standing at the mirror doing some last minute grooming Sean came up behind me and just stood there looking at me in the mirror.

“What!?” I said smiling expectantly at him. “What’s up, you want to throw down? You want to take me on? I just might have to hurt you this time. And you know they won’t let you on the plane tomorrow with a broken arm.”

I turned to face him and what I thought was a challenge to a wrestling. But before I knew what was happening he’d already had his arms around me and was pressing his lips against mine. Having been caught off guard like that I was all tensed up. I’d already focused my energies in a whole different direction. He pulled back and just looked at me.

“What no good?” He asked, searching my eyes for a response. He had the most curious and adorable look on his face.

“Uh, yeah very good.” I stammered. “Just really unexpected.”

Then he looked like he was unsure of what his next move should be, so I made it for him. I put my arms around him and lightly licked his closed lips. He opened his mouth and we kissed more deeply this time. I stroked his broad back and squeezed his butt. We stood there for a long time just kissing and fondling each other.

After we broke the kiss we stood there looking at each other for a minute. Then he smiled again and went to sit down. I a million questions but couldn’t seem to form and articulate a single one. My head was still reeling.

“Hey, uh… what… I mean… why did you do that?” Was all I could manage.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Cause I wanted to I suppose. And cause I knew that you wouldn’t.”

“But I mean what made you think…?”

“Look, let’s just have another shot okay?” He interrupted, cutting me off.

There was nothing else to do but comply. Besides, what good would a lot of questions do at this point? But every time I’d look at him he just give me one of these enigmatic little smile. So we did a few more shots and shortly thereafter the guys showed up. We all headed over to the club. We stayed until they closed the place and kicked us out.

By the time we got back to the barracks we were both drunk as hell. It took a full five minutes to get the key in the door. While I fumbled around trying to get undressed Sean just flopped down on his bed.

“Craig…” Sean said sleepily.

“What?”

“Craig…?”

“What is it Sean?” I said, a little exasperated.

“Come here!”

“You’re not going to be sick all over me are you?”

“No, just come over here.”

When I got over to his bed he grabbed my wrist and yanked me down on top of him. He was still fully dressed and I was clad only in my boxers. We started making out again. After the night we’d had at the club I had damn near forgotten that we’d made out earlier in the day.

“How did you know?” I asked him.

“Come on, how long have we been living together?” He said.

“Besides I notice who and what you look at when you think no one sees you. You are very covert about it but I see all.”

“Is that right?” I asked rhetorically.

“Course that means I was looking too.” He said.

“At what?”

“Mostly at you.” He answered, kissing me again.

It was really weird to be laying there talking and kissing with the last person in the world that I’d expect this happen with. But I was very conscious of the fact that he’d be gone soon so I had to make the most of what time was left.

“You know I used to love to watch you walking around here in your shorts?”

“I know.” He said laughing. “I saw you pretending to be reading or whatever, peeking over the top of your books looking at me. I just thought you were a pervert.”

“You didn’t think that. Jackass!” I said indignantly.

“No I didn’t think that. But I was aware of your eyes on me.” He said teasingly.

“Well, why’d you wait until now?”

“Do you remember that time we were wrestling and I let you pin me?” He asked.

“Let me pin you?!” I asked raising an eyebrow incredulously. He grinned broadly and continued.

“Anyway, while you had me pinned down.” Using his fingers to indicate quotation marks in the air. “I thought you were about to make a move.” He paused for a minute. “But then you didn’t. I guess I thought… Well I figured that I’d probably just misread the whole situation.”

I simply couldn’t believe it. I had to laugh at myself for being such an idiot. I had missed the opportunity of a life time. And now time had run out. My heart ached for all the time lost due to my cautiousness.

“You didn’t misread anything.” I told Sean. “I was going to kiss you that day, but then I lost my nerve. I thought it would creep you out or something. I just couldn’t bring myself to take the chance.”

“You sure took your chance with Crass.” He snorted derisively.

“So you knew about that huh?”

“Who do you think guarded the bathroom door while you two were in there?” He questioned. “I told people you were in there puking your guts out. Nobody seemed to want to go in there after I said that.”

“You know, I’ve had a crush on you since we first met. But I thought you’d never be open to it. And that made me want you even more.” I confessed.

“Let me see if I’ve got this straight. You wanted me even more because you thought you couldn’t have me? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Yep, that’s about the size of it.”

“You’re insane, you know that right?” He chuckled.

“I just can’t believe you felt the same way about me as I feel about you.”

“Why not? You’re a good looking guy. So am I.” He said. “You’ve got a great looking body and I’ve seen you with chicks, so what’s so hard to believe?”

I just smiled and began kissing his neck. The smell of him was so rich and yet indefinable. I ran my palm over his crotch and found that his cock was growing big in his pants. I went to unbuckle his belt but he took over and undressed himself. I knew that my need to control would not be fulfilled with this man. He was physically stronger and preferred to do things his own way. I’d learned that from our months of living together.

He stood up to take off his clothes, weaving a bit as he did. Finally he stood naked before me. I remember just staring at his body. That treasure trail that I’d so longed for paid off in a full dark brown mass of pubic hair which surrounded his cock like a mass of loyal subjects to their monarch.

He had those weird little striation muscles that make a little v-shape which point directly at the crotch on both sides of his waist. Crass had those too, but on a man as big as Sean’s they were so incredibly alluring. I found myself trembling with anticipation. I wanted so badly to touch him, but I waited. I wanted him to touch me first. I don’t know why. He did. He caressed my cheek as I looked up at him.

“I have to warn you, I don’t have much experience with guys. I’ve only been with one other guy. At my last duty station and we only jerked off together.”

As much as I wanted to be sympathetic to his confession I couldn’t control myself. I had to be flesh to flesh, skin on skin with this man. To me Sean was the ultimate prize and at that moment I simply had to have him.

I sat up on the edge of his bed and took his fully erect member in my hand. It was much larger than I’d ever imagined. Long and thick with an amazing network of flesh colored veins all of them pulsating along with his heartbeat.

I leaned in close and the smell of him sent my libido into overdrive. It was the same smell as when we wrestled. I felt strong and powerful. Then it was clear to me that the smell of him was an aphrodisiac for me. My heart began to pound and my dick began to throb wildly.

I opened my jaw as far as I could and took his massive cock in my mouth. It was very hot on my tongue. I could feel it jump and throb in my mouth. He groaned loudly as he leaned forward. I grabbed his hips but not before his thick head hit the back of my throat. I gagged a bit and pulled his body back from my face.

I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down onto the bed with me. This was what I wanted. I licked his chest and down through his treasure trail. I dug my nose into his pubes and played around his huge cock. Then I looked up and he was looking back at me. It made me feel a little a creepy that he was looking down at me while I was reveling in his crotch so I bit down hard on the area between his thigh and crotch. He yelled and grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up to him.

“You’d better not do that to my dick.” He warned and kissed me.

I hated having him in control. I hadn’t been yanked around since I was a kid and now this stud was doing it. It was going to be a battle of wills. I pushed his legs upon my shoulders and he immediately tried to pull them down. I grabbed them hard and put them back while I glared at him. He just stared back at me.

I put my cock to asshole and pushed forward a bit. He still just stared back at me. Then he slathered his fingers generously with his own spit and rubbed it on the head of my dick. He took my dick and put it at his asshole, and with his other hand he pulled me forward by my waist. I could feel the resistance of his hole but not for long. I popped in easily. He yelped quietly and held my waist in place.

Breathing deeply like he’d just emerged from a pool of water he grabbed both my cheeks and pulled me forward. At the same time his calves closed around my head. As I sank into him I could feel his strong muscles pushing against me. His thighs pushing me back so I didn’t go too deep into him. His lower legs almost crushing my skull.

I stood still but he didn’t. I could feel his guts working to accommodate the intruder, his face was twisted in pain and concentration.

Then his legs relaxed and flexed again. His face went smooth and I felt his hips begin to move in a circular motion against me. Soon I was sliding deeper into him and he made a lot of noise as I did. I had let go of his horse like thighs and now they were splayed out like a porno actor’s as he grabbed his own legs behind his knees and pulled them towards his body. I sank in to the hilt and it only occurred to me just at that moment that a bigger man can take a big dick more easily.

I began to fuck Sean for all I was worth. I pounded and pounded into his butt like it was the last piece of ass that I was ever going to get. He held the back of his knees and just grunted. His dick was hard and leaking onto his stomach. It excited me to see his own pre cum spilling onto him. I grabbed his left leg and pulled it down on my right side so that he was laying on his left side with his butt sticking out. I forced my knee between his legs as he lay on side with my cock still halfway up his ass.

I pushed forward with all my might. His entire body flexed and he let out a noise the like of which I’ve never heard before or since. I stopped cold, thinking I had hurt him. “Oh fuck, do that again!” Sean urged me.

I must have hit his pleasure spot because his large body wriggled and he moaned like he was in ecstasy. I nailed him again and again as his hand worked his cock furiously. Sean wanted me to fuck him hard and deep. I loved it, I couldn’t get enough of his ass. I reached for his cock, it was hard and strong but he pushed my hand away.

“Don’t, you’ll make me cum.” He said.

If you’ve ever fucked a man who is bigger and stronger than you then you know exactly what I mean. I wrapped my arms around his wide back and fucked this man for all I worth. I kissed and licked his strong shoulders. To this day, anytime I hear the word ‘erotic’ I think of Sean.

When orgasm finally came I didn’t want to accept it. It took me by force. I didn’t want to ever relinquish that asshole. I clung and clutched to Sean’s body like it was my only reason for living. I decided at that very moment that I would love him always.

As I unleashed my gushing torrent of sperm into him I felt as though somehow my psyche bonded with him. It was, without a doubt the best climax I’ve ever had. My body reacted violently. I gripped his strong shoulders and held him as my hips took on a life of their own, like a dog in heat, frantically pounding into round, hairy butt cheeks. I just couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Sean’s ass will forever be a sacred place to me. He is the standard to which I hold everyone else. I have yet to meet anyone who made me feel as I did that night.

When body finally relaxed and I was able to move again I rolled off him over onto the bed to face him.

“God you’re beautiful,” I told him. “I love you man.”

“I know.” He said pleasantly, quietly. “I could see it in your eyes even before tonight.”

You see in homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. In heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling. I kissed him deeply and compassionately. He put his hand behind my neck and massaged it gently.

“I love you too my friend.” Sean said sadly.

I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. Somehow, by that admission I felt that I’d already lost him. I swallowed the lump in my throat just caressed his face. Then I hugged him tightly. As great as it is, that kind of emotion overloads my senses. It seems to cripple me mentally. I was utterly depressed.

I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. He wrapped his arm me and soon he was snoring loudly.

The next thing I knew the alarm was sounding and I had to get ready for work. Sean’s flight was at noon and I made him promise not to leave before I came back. I just sat at my desk all morning and didn’t do a fucking thing. Just stared out the window at the Japanese rain. Oddly enough, Japanese rain is just like American rain. Cloudy, dark and depressing.

I sneaked out of work and went back to the barracks. Sean was there waiting with his bags.

“Its about time to get over to the air terminal isn’t it?” I asked.

“We’ve got a few minutes.”

I didn’t want to be all maudlin so I tried to remain upbeat. He got up from his seat and came over to me and hugged me close. Then he went down to the pay phone to call a taxi. He must have waited down there because when he finally got back he kissed me quickly and we took his bags down to the cab.

We didn’t speak a word while we waited for his flight to be called. We just sat there silently, staring off into the distance. We’d exchanged home addresses and phone numbers and promised to keep in touch a while ago. I wanted to hold his hand but of course that was not possible.

Sean got up and started to walk away.

“Where you going?”

“To the bathroom.”

I followed him a few seconds later. He was in there washing his hands. I dragged him forcefully into a stall and kissed him passionately. Then his flight was called. I just stood in the terminal and watched his plane take off. I never saw Sean again.

I walked back to work in the pouring rain. I did cry then. At first I wept quietly, then great gut wrenching sobs wracked my body. I couldn’t help it. I sobbed like a little kid whose favorite toy had just been taken away. I felt awful. As I said before, I don’t wear that kind of emotion well at all. I was very mean and grumpy to everyone for weeks afterward.

I never called or wrote to Sean because I had nothing to say other than I loved him and I missed him. I think he already knew that.

My new roommate seemed like an alright guy, but I never paid enough attention and in any case was not there long enough to find out. I got orders to my new duty station and that was all I thought about until I left.

My orders indicated that I was to be assigned to a Naval Air station in northern California. Soon the pain of losing Sean was only a sore memory. I put it out of my mind altogether.

I spent about a month at home on leave. I thought several times of calling Sean but I didn’t. Soon I was driving across the country to on my way to California.

Here’s the weird thing, only a few months after getting to California my squadron went on deployment to a base in southern Arizona. The middle of nowhere on the Mexican border. I hated it because it was unbelievably hot and everywhere I looked I saw signs that said ‘Peligro!’ That’s danger in Spanish.

Anyway, one night me and my new friends, one of which had been in Japan with me, went to a club in the town outside the base. It was the only club in town so it was packed.

Once inside I walked around looking for someone to dance with. I’m an excellent dancer. Even though it was a little hick town in the desert this was a pretty decent club. I stood near the dance floor and tried to look as cool as I could. The out of nowhere I heard my name being called. But it wasn’t one of the guys I’d come here with.

“Corporal Brooks!” I heard.

I looked to my left and then to my right. I didn’t see anyone I knew.

“Hey Corporal Brooks.” I felt a hand on my back and I turned around to see who it was.

It was PFC Crass, now Lance Corporal Crass. I was stunned. We talked for a while like old friends do. He told me that he was divorced from his wife and that things had been going well for him. I was glad to hear it. He introduced me to his friends, some of them I already knew from Japan and others I already knew from previous duty stations that I’d been at.

I’m certain that I could have persuaded Crass to go to a motel with me that night. He followed me around the club like a little puppy. But I just didn’t want to get all tangled up in that kind of thing again. Another missed opportunity.

“A little incentive,” Joe remarked as he pulled me closer while nudging me down. “Not that I think you need it.”

I went to my knees on the rug, Joe’s hand running through my scalp as his cock bobbed in front of my face. My hand reached into Joe’s rich pubic bush and grabbed the base of his cock in my fist, eliciting a groan which was repeated when my other hand also clenched around the shaft.

My mouth slid over the long conical head of Joe’s cock, over the slight ridge of the bottom of the crown, and down the shaft until reaching my hands. My hands began to slowly twist and pump the cock as my lips slid up and down.

Joe wasn’t exceptionally thick, but that vein that wound down the shaft in a serpentine manner gave it that impression. His cock was quite long, however, and I guessed had to be at least nine inches. My mouth took more and more of him in as I became more accumstomed to his length, and the tip of him brushing against my throat made us both jump.

“Oh man Timmy,” Joe moaned as he clenched my scalp and bent his knees. “That’s so good I can’t believe it. You like the size of my cock? Can you take it all in your mouth?”

“No,” I gasped as my lips slid off of him for a second, knowing full well what he wanted to hear. “You’re way too big.”

“Ever have one this big before?” Joe asked, and even though I had tasted bigger I assured him that I had not, and as I looked up at him beaming down at me I knew that I had said what he wanted to hear.

“I can’t believe a man can grow this large!” I sputtered before going back to business.

“Well, you sure know what to do with it… damn!” Joe yelped as my free hand reached down and grabbed his balls, rolling and squeezing them as I sucked.

Soon my mouth was hitting the hand that was holding his cock, so I let go of it and just let me mouth slide up and down the length of his tool. I couldn’t take it all in of course, but my forehead was touching his pubes with each glide down the bronze tube.

“Omigod!” Joe said as he looked down and admired my work. “Nobody’s ever deep throated me like that before! Hell, your moth…”

Joe stopped himself as he realized what he was about to say, but I could fill in the blanks, and I was reminded that my mom was likely in the same position I was in many times. Her hands would be pulling on Joe’s cock, and Joe would trying to get her to take more of him in her mouth just as he was imploring me, and the thought both revolted and excited me.

I began going down on him hard, my mouth swirling and my right fist pumping him once again. My left hand ran up and down his hairy leg, reaching back and grabbing his ass as he began breathing louder and heavier.

“Awwww! I’m gonna cum!” Joe groaned, and I felt his cock lurch as he blasted a load of cum down my throat.

I blocked the succeeding spurts with my tongue, allowing his seed to take a more leisurely path down, and I kept sucking and jerking him until I felt him get soft in my mouth, and soon he practically had to yank me off of him.

*

Chapter 7: Like sucking my thumb.

Joe helped me to my feet and eased me onto the bed before climbing in beside me. His wooly body felt comforting as I leaned against him, and after he rested for a moment he suddenly got up and left the room, leaving me confused for a second. He returned soon after with a bottle of liquor and a couple of tiny glasses.

“Need a little shot of courage if I’m gonna do this,” Joe said as he poured two drinks from the bottle and handed me one.

“Try this,” Joe said as he gently clinked his glass against mine. “Ever have Grand Marnier before?”

I told him I hadn’t, and while it burned going down it also tasted pretty good, and Joe filled my glass again the second it became empty. Out of the corner of my eye I happened to catch a glimpse of something that he had in his hand and had placed behind the bottle on the nightstand. A tube of a popular lubricant. I shuddered as I thought about what Joe had in mind, and was beginning to think that Joe wasn’t as naive about what we were doing as he let on.

“Okay, now is there anything I should do or not do?” Joe asked as he crouched alongside of me.

“Uh, no. Just do to me what you like having done to you,” I said. “And watch your teeth,” I added, although the size of my dick greatly reduced the chance of any contact such as that.

Joe reached down and took my limp dick between his thumb and index finger, giving it a little pull before bending over and putting me in his mouth. My cock stiffened immediately as Joe’s lips engulfed it, and he bobbed his head up and down a couple of times before raising his head up and smiling.

“Kinda like sucking a thumb,” Joe exclaimed as I cringed inside at the all too accurate description. “How am I doing?”

“Great,” I responded as Joe went back down on me.

Joe then proceeded to give me an incredible sucking. His tongue swirled and danced around my dick, he suckled my balls and even took my entire package in his mouth for a little while. As he did, I reached over and ran my hand over his furry back, slowly letting it slide down his ass cheeks and then between his legs.

Joe immediately knew where I was headed and swiveled his lower torso to allow me to reach his cock. I grabbed his dangling cock and milked the rubbery hose while he sucked my dick enthusiastically.

“Joe - gonna cum soon,” I finally said as the sensation became too strong to resist.

Joe said something that I couldn’t make out, mainly because I was still in his mouth, and slid his lips up and down my stem with even more enthusiasm than before. My groin tingled as I squirted my load into Joe’s mouth, and he eagerly took it and tried to drain me completely until I was limp.

“Well?” Joe asked after we caught our breath.

“Not bad for a first time,” I said with a smile, remembering my pitiful first effort at cocksucking, and knowing full well this was not the first cock that Joe’s mouth had met. Still, I was willing to play along if that was what he wanted.

“That wasn’t so bad. In fact not bad at all,” Joe said as he poured some more Grand Marnier for us.

It occured to me that Joe might be doing more that taking the edge off with the booze. I had a feeling that he was trying to get me drunk, and while it was certainly possible to do that, my college experiences had shown that I had a rather high tolerance for alcohol.

“I liked it when you started to pull on my cock while I was doing you,” Joe said. “Boy, if you had kept doing that I probably could have gotten hard again. Us old guys aren’t like you kids. You know, the way you came twice in such a short time?”

I nodded, not mentioning the load I popped off in the shower just before he came visiting. Getting hard was never a problem for me, and maybe that was a consolation prize for being cheated with the equipment.

“If you want, you can do it some more,” Joe suggested, pulling himself up higher on the bed, his flaccid cock hanging over his hip.

“Like this, you mean?” I asked as I took his limp cock in hand and began to pull on it slowly, stretching it out as I did.

“Yeah, that’s it. Feels so good. You seem to enjoy doing it too. You like my cock, Timmy?” Joe asked as I began to feel it stir in my hand.

“Well, yeah,” I said. “It’s so big and long and everything.”

“Glad you like it,” Joe said proudly. “Problem is, when you’ve got a big cock, sometimes girls won’t let you do all the stuff you want to do.”

“Really?” I asked, feeling his cock begin to stiffen as he spoke. “I wouldn’t know about that.”

“Yeah,” Joe sighed as he brought the glass to my lips and poured more of the liquor into me. “You okay? You aren’t drunk, are you?”

My arm had been cramping up from the weird position it was in, and my cock pulling was suffering for it. While I certainly had a buzz, I wasn’t drunk, but I played around a little, wanting to see what Joe would do.

“Guess maybe,” I slurred. “Room is kinda spinning.”

“Well just lay back here for a minute,” Joe said, pulling my hand off his cock after a little struggle.

“But I wanna play with your cock some more,” I protested.

“You will Timmy,” Joe said as he moved me onto my back. “I know you love it as much as I do, but just lay here for a little while. Close your eyes and relax.

I did as Joe asked, and as the Stones played Sympathy for the Devil in the background, Joe’s hands began gently rubbing my body. He gave my cock and balls a gentle massage before sliding up to my stomach and chest.

“That’s it,” Joe said. “Just relax.”

I felt my nipples being rubbed and pinched, and then as my left nipple was being fondled I felt hot breath on my right one, and then Joe’s mouth engulfed the nipple, biting and licking the stiff nub.

“You like that, don’t you Timmy?” Joe asked, and I mumbled something unintelligible. “I love how smooth your body is. Just enjoy it, and remember that we won’t say a word about this to your mom.”

Joe’s mouth continued nibbling away, and I felt my arm being pulled up toward the headboard. Joe’s tongue licked my exposed armpit, swabbing the modest cluster of tiny hairs and groaning as he did. His cock was now as hard as mine, pressing against my hip as he chewed under my arm.

“Damn, you do something to me Timmy,” Joe said as he rolled me over onto my stomach and hovered over me, laying on me but supporting himself so that very little of his weight was on me. In fact, all I could feel was his coarse body hair all over me and his erect cock, nestled in the valley between my ass cheeks.

“Like I was telling you,” Joe said in a whisper despite us being alone in the house, “Sometimes girls are afraid of doing things with a guy that’s got a big one. Your mom, for example, now she says that she loves my cock. Says she’s never had one this big before, but she won’t let me fuck her in the ass. Says it would hurt too much. What do you think of that?”

I mumbled something into the pillow as I felt Joe lift himself off of me, and his finger began probing around my anus.

“Damn, you’ve got an incredible ass Timmy,” Joe said. “I want to put my cock inside of you.”

“No,” I slurred. “It’s way too big.”

“I swear I’ll be gentle Timmy,” Joe said. “I’ve just got to have you.”

*

Chapter 8: Joe has me.

Joe pulled me up by my waist, and pushed my head down into the pillow, and I was now on my knees with my butt sticking way up.

“You’re gonna love this,” Joe said.

With that, I felt Joe’s strong hands pull apart my ass cheeks. Expecting to feel Joe’s finger lubricating me, I was shocked instead when Joe’s face pressed against my buttocks, and the warmth of his tongue first bathed my puckered ring, and then began stabbing inside of me.

I chewed on the pillow as Joe lapped away like no one had ever done before, his hand pulling on my dick and balls while his tongue probed and prodded me. As Joe roughly kneaded my puny, wrinkled nut sack, I came all over the bedding, my dick squirting cum wildly and uncontrollably, in what seemed like an endless staccato.

“Knew you’d like that,” Joe said and his face retreated, his tongue replaced by an oiled finger.

The one finger became two quickly, as he churned his digits in and out of me, and then I felt him crouched behind me, the tip of his dick sliding effortlessly into me. Joe groaned as he leaned forward and buried more of his shaft into my warmth, and I cried out as he went in too far.

“Please - too big!” I pleaded, and although his thickness was no problem, I could not take his entire length.

Joe began pumping himself into me with shorter strokes, and my muscles relaxed as I became more accustomed to his size. Joe’s breathing became louder and more rapid, as did the thrusts of his cock, and I felt the spray of his sweat on my back as it flew off his body.

Joe was now savaging me like an animal. His cock was pounding into me like a jackhammer, and even though he was again ramming himself into me right to his balls, my primary sensation was pleasure. Joe kept this fever pitch up for quite a while, and when he screamed out when he came, his hot seed soothing as he hosed my insides, I was sorry that it was over.

My knees gently gave out, and Joe sank down onto me as I fell into the pool of semen I had earlier created. Joe’s wet and hairy body felt so nice as he covered me that I was sure I would have another erection before too long, and I knew that if I did, Joe would find a way to get rid of it.

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Postscript.

My mom broke up with Joe a few months later, and I was the reason for the break up. Actually, Joe was to blame. I was part of it, as was alcohol, and without going into a long explanation, I’ll just give you the abridged version.

I had gone to a keg party at one of the college dorms, and when the cab dropped me off I staggered inside loudly, falling up the stairs and waking up Joe and my mom, who was used to my occasional lapses in judgment and was just happy that I never drove in that condition.

Anyway, I got my clothes off and fell into bed, only to be awakened later by somebody sticking their finger up my ass. Joe. I cried out in pain as Joe tried to take me without lubrication, attempting to cover my mouth in a losing effort to silence me.

The next thing I knew, Mom was screaming in the doorway, having turned on the light to find her boyfriend trying to stick his cock in her son’s ass. I eventually fell back asleep as they argued into the night, Joe trying to convince her unsuccessfully that I had seduced him before and it wasn’t his fault.

That would eventually lead to my first sex with a woman, but that’s another kinky story for another time.

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