Sex in the Sky

As a college freshman at a state school in the Rocky Mountains, I was a pretty conservative guy, especially considering all the boozing, drugs, and wild sex that was running rampant in my coed dorm. My high school years were very low key; I had dated the same girl since sophomore year, swam competitively, and studied hard. At university, I was in way over my head as a mechanical engineering major and the freshman weed-out courses were giving me hell. I drank a little on the weekends, but most of my free time was spent studying.

I met this incredible girl in my chemistry lab, and we became the best of friends. Melanie was a tall, skinny redhead with the most drop dead gorgeous green eyes. She ran cross-country and she had a body so tight you could bounce a quarter off her ass. When she was assigned as my lab partner, I nearly wet my pants, and had to spend the rest of the class trying to hide an uncontrollable erection from her. Needless to say, Mel was way out of my league, and I quickly gave up on any hope of getting in her pants. She was also an engineering major and we became best friends, studying together almost every night.

Mel didn’t have much of a social life either, not because she didn’t have plenty of guys hitting on her, but primarily because the life of a freshman engineering major is painful. We would on occasion break out a six pack and pound down a few cold ones after a week of hard studying. Mel even turned me on to smoking weed which helped mellow me out after a stressful week of exams.

One Saturday night, Mel and I were studying for a physics exam in my dorm room. Mel was dressed in a pair of loose sweats and flip flops, her hair pulled back into a pony tail, not an ounce of makeup on her cute face, and her wire rimmed glasses made her look like the hottest librarian on the face of the planet.

“This is such a drag, Scott,” she moaned. “Hey, I’ve got some reefer in my backpack, you want to smoke a joint?”

We lit up and I grabbed a couple of cold beers from the mini fridge. I put some Pink Floyd on the boombox and we kicked back to relax. We chatted about some meaningless crap as the weed worked its magic.

“Hey Scott, do you know how to play poker?” Mel enquired.

“Sorta, I guess. Why?”

“My sorority is hosting a casino night next week to benefit a local charity. I volunteered to man a poker table, but I don’t have a clue how to play. Could you teach me?”

“Sure,” I stammered, the effects of the weed taking hold. I dug a set of playing cards out of my desk drawer and dealt a hand.

Suddenly the door to the dorm room busted open and my roommate came strolling in. “What are you stoners doing?” Chad laughed as he saw Mel and me lying on the floor, a wreath of smoke encircling our heads.

“Just studying,” I replied.

“Studying to go to Vegas?” Chad smirked.

“We’re just taking a break. So how did the game go?” I asked. Chad was a stud lacrosse player on the college team.

“We won,” he boasted, as he threw his gear down on his bed and pulled his muddy jersey off over his head. Now I’m not gay, but I’ve got to admit, Chad is one hot dude. He’s got the abs of a freaking Greek god and a chest that looks like it could do pushups till the cows come home.

He grabbed his towel off the hook by the door and wrapping it around his waist, ripped off his lacrosse shorts and kicked them up onto his bed. “I’m gonna take a shower kids. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he snickered as he headed down the hall toward the communal showers.

“Chad is one cocky bastard,” Mel giggled as the door closed behind him. “Although you got to admit, he’s built like a…”

Mel stopped in mid sentence as she turned back toward me. “Damn Scotty, do you have a thing for Chad?”

“Wh…wh…what do you mean?” I stuttered.

“You’re jaw is gaping wide open, I’d swear you’re drooling and you’ve got a look of lust in your eyes I haven’t seen since that first day in chemistry lab.”

OK, so before I go any further, I’ve got a confession to make. Like I said, I’m not gay, but Mel was right, I’ve had a fucking boner for Chad ever since we moved in together this fall. Part of it is jealousy; I’m jealous of his good looks, his great body, his athleticism, and his social life. You wouldn’t believe all the tail this guy gets. I can’t tell you how many hours of sleep I have lost this semester listening to Chad bang half the hot girls on campus in his bed on the other side of our dorm room.

But that’s only half of it. Chad is not shy, and I’ve seen him in all his glory on more than one occasion. He sleeps in the nude, he studies in the nude, he talks on the phone in the nude; the guy treats our dorm room like his personal nudist colony. And let me tell you something, he has plenty of fucking glory. The guy is hung like a horse. And once I got a view of his big dick, I’ve found it fucking impossible to get it out of my mind.

“Come on,” I replied. “What, do you think I’m gay or something?”

“I never thought so,” Mel snickered, “But based on the lump in your shorts, seems Chad’s near naked body has you pretty damn excited.”

Embarrassed, I looked down at my crotch to see my gym shorts were sporting a giant tent. I grabbed a pillow off my bed to cover my out of control boner.

“Busted,” I groaned. “I don’t know what it is about that guy. I’ve never been sexually attracted to a dude before, but Chad brings out some latent desires that scare the living shit out of me.”

Taking another hit on the joint, Mel giggled, “Don’t feel bad Scotty, he makes me weak in the knees too. Every time I see him, I have to change my panties. I find myself dreaming about what he’s packing inside those baggy lacrosse shorts.”

I’d never heard Mel talk like that, but between the pot and the beers, and my own admissions, this was becoming a far out game of truth or dare.

“Trust me, he’s packing a goddamn howitzer cannon,” I said, as Mel’s eyes widened in amazement. “I’ve seen him in the showers and getting dressed, and that guy is blessed, believe you me.”

“Wow,” Mel exhaled. “So, how big is it?”

“Well, I, uhh, I don’t know. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. It looks like a beer can hanging between his legs.” Sarcastically, I added, “I’ve never measured it, but trust me, he’s fucking huge.”

“I want to see it,” Mel continued. “I want to see it hard.”

“Well why don’t you just fuck him,” I replied, more than a little unhappy with how this conversation was turning.

“Maybe I will,” she snickered, her face turning bright red. “If you don’t beat me to it.”

“Very funny,” I replied.

“Deal again,” Mel continued, “I’ve gotta learn this game.”

We played several more hands and drank a couple more beers as I explained the basics of poker to her. The subject of Chad never surfaced again and my embarrassing boner finally subsided.

Chad came back into the room, his curly dark hair dripping water, a towel around his waist and his flip flops his only clothing.

“What are you guys playing?” Chad questioned.

“I’m teaching Mel how to play poker,” I said.

“I want in,” Chad replied, as he plopped down on his bed, not bothering to get dressed. “What are the stakes?”

“We’re just playing for pennies,” I continued as I dealt Chad in.

“Couldn’t we up the ante?” Chad enquired.

“Mel doesn’t know how to play,” I remarked. “She’s just learning.”

“Well, poker is a game of high stakes,” Chad grinned. “You’ve got to feel the pressure, if you want to learn it the right way.”

To my surprise, Mel replied, “I’ve got an idea,” an evil grin spreading across her adorable face. “Let’s play strip poker.”

I nearly choked on my beer, spewing the frothy brew all over the floor. “Mel, what the hell are you talking about?”

Before Mel could answer, Chad piped in, “I’m game. I’ll even give you a fighting head start. The only thing I have to lose is my towel.”

Mel grabbed the deck and shuffled, “Oh, you’ll lose more than your towel, stud. At least you don’t have any sleeves to hide an ace up.”

Based on the lump once again sprouting in my crotch, I guess I was in too. I didn’t know exactly where this was going, but I wanted to find out.

Mel lost the first hand and without any complaint, pulled her sweatshirt off and tossed it on the bed. She was wearing a skimpy little t-shirt under her sweats, and her nipples were stiff as hell with excitement, two little raisins smuggled under her thin cotton shirt.

“Nice headlights, Mel,” Chad giggled as he ogled her pert little tits.

“I’ll figure this game out,” she huffed as she passed the deck to Chad to deal.

I lost the next hand and off came my sweatshirt with no fanfare. I don’t think either of my competitors had any desire to see me naked, as I felt like the third wheel in this ongoing seduction.

“No snide comments about Scotts nipples, Chad,” Mel teased as she gave the slowly rising lump in Chad’s towel the once over.

“Just deal, Scott,” Chad barked, ignoring Mel’s taunting.

Mel lost the next hand and she stood up and turned her back to us as she bent over, slowly stripping off her sweatpants, and revealing a pair of pink lace panties, already moist in the crotch. Spinning back around, she plopped down on the floor crossing her legs, her tight little tummy sparkling under the glare of her pierced belly ring.

“Damn, Mel, you’ve got a smoking little body,” Chad teased as he shifted under his towel, trying to hide his growing excitement. “You shouldn’t go around hiding it under those baggy sweats all the time.”

“Shut up and play,” Mel chimed, dealing the next hand.

I lost again, this time stripping off my shorts and being forced to sit on the floor in my white briefs that were doing a horrible job of concealing my now raging boner.

“Looks like somebody is enjoying himself,” Mel giggled as she nodded toward the bulge in my briefs.

“Most fun I’ve had in months,” I lied, trying to hide my utter embarrassment.

Chad dealt the next hand and flipped his cards down with a knowing chuckle, “Read’em and weep boys and girls. Good luck beating three ladies.”

Thankfully, I wasn’t weeping as I trumped his hand with three aces.

To my shock, Mel threw down a full house, “I think that beats both you boys.”

With a look of only slight dismay, Chad stood up and dropped his towel, “Damn, girl, you’re a quick learner.”

Mel’s only response was a weak sigh as she got her first look at Chad’s massive dong, only semi-erect but clearly the most impressive member in this threesome.

“See anything you like?” Chad quipped as he gave his big dick a rough tug.

Quick to recover, Mel giggled, “Not bad, but can’t you make it hard?”

“I’ll leave that up to you,” Chad smirked.

“We’ll see about that,” Mel replied. “I guess you lose. Maybe I should be getting back home.”

I could tell from the look of lust in Mel’s eyes that she had no intent of leaving just yet.

“Come on,” Chad implored, “Let’s play some more.”

“OK,” Mel replied, “But from now on, winner makes the rules. Deal?”

“Sure, sure,” Chad responded, relieved that he still had a chance to get Mel out of her underwear.

I wasn’t sure what Mel was capable of, but the look of mischief in her eyes had me very worried.

Mel lost the next hand and with a single rip, she tore her t-shirt over her head, revealing her perfect little b-cups. Between staring at her cute little freckled chest and Chad’s growing boner, a steadily flowing stream of precum was soiling my briefs.

“You’ve got the cutest little tits, Mel,” Chad laughed.

“Well, there’s nothing little about your unmentionables,” Mel replied, an expression of awe in her voice.

“So I’ve been told,” Chad proudly replied as he gave his massive pole a quick stroke, his cock still only semi-erect.

“Scott told me you were well endowed, but jesus, I never imagined.”

Oh thanks, Mel, I thought as my face turned bright red; way to throw your buddy under the bus.

“Let’s p-p-play,” I stuttered, eager to turn the attention from Mel’s slip of the tongue.

As luck would have it, I lost the next hand and stood to remove my now useless underwear.

“Very nice,” Mel exhaled as my hard cock sprang free and slapped against my naked stomach. “And look Chad, your roommate knows how to pop a real boner. Maybe if you ask him, he can teach you how.”

A little perturbed by her hounding, Chad snapped back, “Oh, baby, just stick around, I’ll show you a real boner.”

Mel lost the next hand and she sat on the edge of my bed as she peeled off her wet panties, revealing her perfectly trimmed little red bush. She sat back and lifted her legs straight up as she pulled her panties over her feet. I was shocked to see her acting so whorish and even more caught off guard to see the little silver hoop in her pierced pussy.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Chad smiled as Mel tossed her soaked undies in his direction.

“Get a good whiff, stud,” Mel cooed, “It’s all your gonna get tonight.”

Sitting back on the floor, Mel dealt another hand. “So this is the moment of truth. Winner makes the rules.”

The hand played out and Chad lost. “Damn,” he laughed, “Guess I have to put something back on.”

Showing a straight to win the pot, Mel replied, “I don’t think so. But let’s see if we can’t get you some help with that half boner.”

Chad’s eyes widened in lust, thinking he was finally going to get some of what Mel had been teasing us with.

“Scott, why don’t you see if you can help Chad with his pesky little impotence problem,” Mel quipped.

Stoned silence fell over Chad and me as we tried to grasp what Mel meant.

“Winner make the rules,” Mel continued. “I want to see Scott suck your dick, Chad.”

This was going too far. Mel knew that I wanted to take a spin on Chad’s tool, but never in a million years was I going to make the first move. The look of horror on Chad’s face told me that our little game was nearly over.

“You must be fucking crazy, bitch,” Chad barked. “Scott’s no faggot and neither am I. No way he’s going down on me.”

“OK,” Mel sighed. “Guess the games over.” Mel reached for her sweats and started to pull them on.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Chad pleaded. “Let’s see if we can’t work something out.”

Mel stopped with one foot into her sweat pants. “I can be reasonable. We can work something out Chad, but after that “bitch” comment, nothing short of watching Scott suck your dick is gonna keep me from bolting out that door.”

I was silent during the heated exchange, unsure of how I felt and not wanting to rock the boat.

“Scott’s not going to be willing to suck my dick, are you man?” Chad enquired.

Shit, now I had to walk the fine line between being a friend, a roommate and a frustrated cockslut in heat.

“Well,” I began, “Rules are rules and Mel did win that hand. I don’t want to be a bad sport. It’s not like I want to buddy, but fuck, what am I gonna do.” Very diplomatic I thought as I nearly choked on the bullshit I was spewing.

“Huh,” Chad grunted. “Well what the fuck. It would be pretty hot to have Mel watch me getting head. Crawl over here, Scotty boy.”

Like a trained puppy, I crawled between Chad’s powerful legs and tentatively reached out my hand to caress his mighty member. It pulsed with electricity as my hand barely reached around his impressive girth.

“Mel, don’t think for a minute, I won’t be fantasizing it’s your pretty little lips wrapped around my boner,” Chad squawked as I opened my mouth and slowing tongued his big purple head.

Ignoring his last remark, Mel whispered, “Damn you look hot between his legs, Scott. Suck that big cock like you mean it. Open wide and take as much as you can down your tight throat. Play with his nuts while you blow him.”

With Mel’s coaching, I quickly overcame my hesitation and went to work on Chad’s rod, working several inches into my virgin mouth and using my tongue to lube his thick shaft as he became fully erect. I could tell Chad’s enjoyed having my mouth engulf his tool as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved several inches into my throat.

Gagging, I pulled back, fearful his cock was going to choke me to death. My eyes were watering and my jaw already ached from stretching it wide to accommodate his massive schlong.

“Easy going boys,” Mel giggled. “Catch your breath Scott and jerk his spit-covered dick while you suck his balls. Fuck yea, that is so goddamn hot. Jack off while you suck on his balls.”

As I labored on Chad’s hairy nuts, I reached down and worked the precum on my dick into a lather jerking my rock hard dick. Relaxing for a second without Chad’s monster impaling my throat, I shot a quick glance at Mel. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, her legs spread wide with her hand buried between her thighs, furiously working her overheated pussy. I gave her a sly smile and a wink, thanking her for making this unspoken fantasy come true.

“Take him back down your throat, Scotty,” Mel instructed.

I opened my mouth wide and used my tongue on the underside of his hose as I worked it back into my stretched pie hole. I braced my hands against Chad’s pelvis, fearful of him gagging me again.

“Put your hands behind your back and suck him hands free,” Mel directed. “Chad, don’t grab his head again. Take it slow, we’ll train him to deep throat you like a pro.”

“I hate to admit it,” Chad groaned, “But he’s sucking my dick like a fucking pro already. Damn, Scotty, you sure you haven’t sucked dick before?”

Only in my dreams I thought, unable to respond verbally with half of Chad’s face fucker stuffed down my throat.

“Stand up Chad,” Mel demanded, “And give his face a good fucking. Relax your throat Scott and as Chad deep dicks your mouth, suck him good. Keep a nice tight seal on that fat sausage. Grab your ankles while he pile drives your throat.”

After several minutes of face fucking, I had managed to throat nearly two-thirds of Chad’s rod. He continued to train my throat, my own cock bouncing up and down, leaking precum as Chad used my mouth as his personal pussy.

“Slap his face with your spit covered boner,” Mel instructed. “Make him beg for it.”

Getting into it, Chad responded, “You like that don’t you buddy,” as he whacked my cheek with his sloppy tool. “Tell me how badly you want to suck my dick.”

I didn’t need acting lessons for my response, “Oh yea man, stuff that hot cock back down my empty throat. Fuck my face hard, Chad. Fuck it like you mean it. Make me your little cocksucking whore.”

This time Chad lined up the mushroom head of his spear on my outstretched tongue and using both hands to hold my head steady, rammed his cock straight down my throat till his fat bulb bottomed out against the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex and even managed to stick out my tongue and lick his hairy sack as he held his boner down my hole. His pubes lightly tickled my nose and although one or two inches of cock remained free, I had deep throated nearly his entire length.

“Fuck buddy,” Chad groaned, “Nobody’s ever taken that much of my dick before. You’re a fucking grade A cocksucker, man.”

After holding his cock in my throat for what seemed like an hour, he slowly began to rock bank and forth, giving my throat a deep, powerful fucking. I felt his cock swell and knew he must be close to blowing his load.

“OK, that’s enough guys,” Mel intoned.

“What?” Chad barked, stopping with his cock still firmly planted in my mouth.

“I’m the winner, remember. I make the rules,” she continued.

With a look of disbelief on his face, Chad pulled his raging boner from my tattered mouth. “But I was almost ready to blow,” Chad growled.

“Save it,” Mel ordered. “Nobody said the game was over. I think it’s your turn to deal, Scott.”

I was furious with Mel. Another minute and I’d have had a mouthful of Chad’s spunk. What the hell did she have in mind?

I took a swig of beer and sat back on the floor, shuffling the cards. My dick was harder than I could ever remember and the sight of Chad’s massive boner had me feeling things I’d never even imagined.

As I looked at the beautiful teen in front of me, the old feelings of guilt began to come to me again, and Jesse must have noticed the look on my face.

“What’s the matter?”

I didn’t answer and looked down at the floor.

“Ryan . . . . what’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just gimme a minute.”

The room was quiet and the seconds ticked by as I struggled with my emotions. I knew that what I wanted to do was wrong and had managed to stay out of this type of situation in the past. Yet . . . . here I was again and couldn’t seem to stop myself this time. Why, I wondered. What was different about this time? This boy?

“We don’t have to do this.”

I was startled by the voice and looked up quickly at Jesse.

“What?”

The concern was evident in his face as he spoke. “I said we don’t have to do this if you’re going to feel this way. I don’t want our being together to make you feel guilty or ashamed or . . . . just anything bad.” Jesse smiled at me and reached out his hand to touch my cheek. “You know, it’s funny. I’ve met other men who were just as cute as you and they’re always tryin to get in my pants. But you . . . . you’re . . . . different. I mean, here I was practically throwing myself at you and instead of tryin to mess with me, you feel guilty. I wanted to be with you, man . . . . for you to be . . . . my first.” He rolled his eyes as if that admission was embarrassing. “I know this may sound funny to you, Ryan, but . . . . I feel . . . . mmmmmm . . . . good with you. You don’t deserve to feel guilty or ashamed and if being with me causes you to feel that, then we don’t need to. Like I said earlier . . . . we can skip this and just be good friends.” He tenderly caressed my cheek and smiled that warm, full, loving smile of his.

As he spoke, my bad feelings disappeared and my heart began to feel the love and desire it felt for him earlier. Any doubts I may have had were gone and I decided that if this was wrong, I’d willingly answer for it. But, I knew if I didn’t grab him now . . . . with all the good, the bad, and the ugly that entailed . . . . I might never again find a man who would give himself so willingly. I walked over and took Jesse in my arms, kissing him fully. The passion that we felt earlier in the hallway began to build again and I knew that this time it wouldn’t stop.

Jesse and I hugged and kissed with so much emotion that my lips began to hurt. I ran my hands all over his body, wanting to feel and know intimately every inch of his chiseled physique. As I pressed my hands to his chest, the feel of his muscles made my desire to have him grow quickly. I tugged on the sides of his t-shirt, still slightly damp from his dip in the pool, and pulled it up over his head. His firmly sculptured pecs rose like twin plateaus from his smooth chest, the dark brown nipples hard and inviting. I squatted down and ran my tongue in his navel, the opening deep and inviting. I heard Jesse moan and, as I looked up at him, close his eyes. His hands were behind my head as he pressed my face into his body and I felt him begin to writhe. I reached behind, grabbed the firm cheeks of his ass, and almost came when I felt their size and solid muscle.

As I licked his stomach, the desire to take him became almost unbearable. I began to lick all over his sides and up the smooth, hairless valley between the thick muscular pecs. I could taste the chlorine from the water on his skin and it became almost an aphrodisiac to me. Jesse continued to writhed in pleasure and began to run his fingers through my hair. As I ran my tongue between his pecs, I leaned over and took his left nipple in my mouth. It was hard and I took it between my teeth and bit it gently. Jesse groaned and arched his back, offering my more of his luscious chest. I opened my mouth wider and began to nip and lightly bite the firm muscle around the nipple. I kept squeezing his tight ass as I sucked his chest and Jesse continued to groan and thrash in ecstasy.

As I pushed him towards the bed, I felt him tugging at my shirt. I was not ready to bare myself to him yet as I wanted to strip and savor his young, athletic body first. The time would come for him to have me but I was heady with desire and wanted to devour him first! As we got near the bed, I pushed Jesse hard and he landed on his back. He smiled up at me as I gazed at his masculine figure, dressed only in shorts and jock. I leaned down at the end of the bed and peeked at him over his feet as he struggled to sit up where he could see me. I told him to lie back and close his eyes as I didn’t want him to know what I was going to do next.

I stood up and looked thoughtfully at Jesse. His legs were inviting . . . . smooth, muscular, lightly dusted with hair and ready to be touched. I leaned over and began to slowly run the tips of my fingers up the sides. I reached his powerful thighs and moved my hands gently to the top of his legs, continuing my journey towards his full crotch. As I reached the edge of his shorts, I pressed my fingers down firmly on the muscle. My hands slid under the nylon and began to inch downwards to the smooth surface of his inner thigh. As my fingers lightly grazed his hairless skin, I heard Jesse inhale and his body flinched. Suddenly, my fingertips touched the rough material of his jock and I knew I had reached the treasure I wanted so badly.

Jesse’s eyes were still closed and I quietly asked him, “How does that feel?” His head rolled back and forth gently and he murmured softly. “Good, man. Don’t stop.” I smiled to myself as I had no intention of stopping until I possessed his body completely.

I ran my hands up further under his shorts until I had reached the waistband. I turned my palms up, grasped the edge of his shorts, and began to work them down. Jesse felt the movement and lifted his hips as I eased the nylon shorts down his legs. I pulled the shorts completely off and looked at Jesse lying there in his jockstrap, his swollen cock outlined in the stretched fabric.

As I ran my hands over his cock, Jesse began thrash again and pushed down hard on my hands. I continued rubbing and kneading his cock and the swollen jock seemed to get even bigger. I pushed his hands away, grabbed the top of his jockstrap, and pulled it down. Jesse again lifted his hips so I could get the strap from under the solid muscles of his ass. I slide it down his legs and off . . . . his totally nude body now ready for me.

The sight of Jesse’s nude body was exquisite and I could see why his jock was so packed! His cock was probably 6 inches, very thick and cut. The head was dark pink while his shaft was the same olive color of his skin and smooth. It rose straight up from a patch of black hair that accented the fullness of his sex and throbbed in anticipation of the fun to come!

I pulled Jesse’s legs apart and began to lick his hairless balls. The smell of chlorine and his sweat was intoxicating and I licked and sucked his balls like a man possessed. Jesse was groaning and twisting his legs and hips as I attacked his sensitive nuts and I began to lick up the sides of his cock. The feeling was driving Jesse wild as his body started bucking hard and I had to hold on to his legs to keep his crotch in front of me. I moved to the tip of his cock and began tonguing and licking the head, sending greater spasms through him, and then took his cock completely in my mouth and down my throat.

“OH, GOD . . . .” Jesse screamed out as I throated his full cock and sucked on it.

“Fuck man! . . . .oh god! . . . .” Jesse was slapping the bed with his arms and trying to thrust his cock farther down my throat.

I pulled up on his shaft, tightening my lips and forming a firm suction on the sensitive cock, and then sucked it back in as I went down on him. Over and over I sucked the cock in and then ran my tongue on the glans as it retreated. Jesse’s cock was full in my mouth but was the perfect size to suck on! I sucked and licked and tongued and played with his cock as if it was the last cock I’d ever blow! Jesse had thrown his arms over his head and was constantly thrusting his cock, meeting my mouth as I went down on his beautiful dick and pulling back to get my mouth over the entire length of his shaft.

As I continued sucking Jesse’s cock, I began to finger his asshole. His crack was like most of his body . . . . hairless and smooth . . . . and it was now slick with sweat. His hole was cute . . . . brown and puckered . . . . and I pushed my middle finger against it. Surprisingly, my finger went in with little resistance and I began to finger fuck his ass.

Jesse’s body lurched and he began bucking and thrashing more wildly at the combination of his ass being fingered and his cock being sucked.

“Shit! . . . . ohhhhhhhhh shit, man! . . . . oh yeahhhhhhhh . . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . . more . . . . c’mon!! . . . . my nuts need to cum man! . . . UHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!”

I felt Jesse’s cock began to harden in my mouth and knew he was only seconds away from dropping a load in my mouth. I sucked harder and thrust my finger in farther to push him over the edge and capture that creamy juice that I knew was coming from his balls and working its way up his engorged teenage meat.

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! . . . .

Jesse was screaming in a high pitch and his hips came up off the bed. His cock went rigid and the head expanded as I felt a burst of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. Jesse’s whole body was hard and he continued to thrust his cock in my mouth as his powerful orgasm continued. Blast after blast of cum filled my mouth and I kept sucking the stiff shaft and thrust my finger in his ass as far as it would go.

Slowly, Jesse’s thrusts abated and his body began to relax. His cock was still hard but he had quit thrashing as exhaustion began to set it. I pulled off of his cock and looked at him. His eyes were still closed, his hair clung to his forehead, and his body was covered in sweat. As I continued to look at him, he slowly opened his eyes. A slight grin appeared on his face and he licked his lips.

“Man . . . .Ryan . . . .”

I sat there and smiled at him, my lust having slacked somewhat. “Like that?” I teased.

Jesse closed his eyes again. “Man . . . . shit . . . . that was . . . . that was just . . . . too much . . . .”

I started laughing and teased him again. “Too much? A little ole blow job like that? I thought an 18 year old could handle getting his dick sucked!”

Jesse continued to smile as he lay there. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at me again. “I don’t know about you but . . . . shit . . . . that felt great!” He continued to look at me sitting next to him when, all of a sudden, a frown crossed his face. “Aw shit, man!”

“What?” I asked, puzzled as to what was wrong.

“What about you, Ryan? I mean . . . . I wanted to do you, man.”

“DO me?” I laughed. “That sounds like you want to kill somebody, man!”

A pleasing look came across Jesse’s face and he said, “No, man! I meant . . . . that I wanted to . . . . you know . . . .” Embarrassed, he looked down.

“Yeah . . . . do me!” I said as I laughed again. Jesse still looked embarrassed and I lifted his face up. “You really want to make me feel good, Jesse?”

“Yeah, Ryan . . . . you know I do.”

“Okay. Then fuck me. That will make me feel good.”

Jesse looked skeptical a minute and I asked, “You don’t wanna do that?”

“No. It’s not that. It’s just that . . . . that . . . . I’ve never . . . . fucked a guy . . . . before.”

I grinned as I looked into his innocent face and said, “Have you ever fucked a girl before?”

“Sure.”

“Well, it’s just like fucking a girl. But, a lot more fun! Just make sure you use lots of lube cuz my ass don’t get as slick as a girl’s pussy does and THEN its not as much fun for me!” I pointed over to the bathroom. “The lube and condoms are in the bathroom, in the chest, on the top shelf.”

As Jesse went to get them, I took off my clothes and lie back on the bed. At 35, I knew my body didn’t look anything like Jesse’s and I hoped he wouldn’t be turned off. He came back in fiddling with the lube and condom wrapper as he approached the bed. He looked at me and stopped in mid-motion.

“Oh man!”

I was startled by his reaction and began blushing. “What?”

Jesse paused a moment and continued looking at me.

“What?” I asked more insistently.

“It’s just that . . . . you’ve got a nice body! Hairy! I like that! I wish I had as much hair as you did.”

Relieved, I laughed and said, “Nah, I like your body just the way it is. But, I’m glad you like this one. It’s the only one I’ve got!”

Jesse smiled at me, then pulled my legs apart and kneeled between them. I thought I’d have to tell him what to do but evidently the times he had fucked women gave him SOME idea of what to do! He was stroking his cock and it got hard again quickly. He ran some lube over his swelling cock and then rolled the condom on. As he looked at me, I pulled my legs up and towards my chest, giving him his first look at my hairy ass. He poured the lube on my ass, rubbed it all over, and even remembered to stick a finger in my ass and lube the entry way thoroughly. After a few minutes of oiling me up, he set the bottle down, started stroking his dick again, and looked at me with a smile.

The site of his beautiful face, muscular chest, and big cock kneeling over me was more than I could take. “C’mon, man. I’m ready.”

Jesse began to lean over me, guiding his cock towards my ass. I grabbed it, pulled it to the opening, and held it there, while he positioned himself. He put his arms on both sides of my chest and propped himself up, the muscles bulging as they held his weight. I spread my legs farther and he moved forward, pushing his cock into my slick ass. As he began to push in, I moved my hands to his firm ass, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he pushed forward with his cock.

Jesse’s cock penetrated me quickly and was all the way in before he knew it. I could feel his pubes rubbing against my ass and the feeling of his full, thick cock inside me was incredible! As his ass flexed, I ran my hands up his back and felt the taut muscles of his back, sides, and shoulders. Knowing that I had a muscular stud with a huge cock inside me heightened my pleasure and I groaned as I relaxed to let him fuck me.

Jesse was still when he first entered but, sensing no resistance on my part, he slowly pulled back out. He slid back in but was being careful not to totally pull himself out of my ass. As his motion began, I put my hands back on his ass and guided him. As he would pull back out, I pushed up on his hips to make his cock come as far out as it could. As he pushed back in, I squeezed and pushed his muscular cheeks to bring him in as far as he could come. After a couple of times, he understood what I was trying to do and began to fuck me with deep, full strokes.

As Jesse fucked me, I ran my hands over his ass, his back . . . . any part of his body I could touch. His ample cock filled me completely and constantly touched my prostate as he sunk it deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and moaned as I thought about the virile young man who was pleasing me so fully. He was obviously enjoying it too as he moaned and breathed heavily as he fucked.

As the heat of our coupling increased, I began to open myself wider to Jesse’s cock and push back at him as he entered me over and over. I ran my hands down his muscular arms and chest and began to pinch his nipples. He groaned more as I pinched his nipples and started to thrust faster into me. I pulled him down on me and raised my hips so he could pull himself closer. As he did so, I reached up and pulled his face to mine, kissing those fully kissable lips and sticking my tongue in his mouth to touch his. Jesse opened his mouth and began to suck my tongue into his mouth as he kissed me and I felt like he was totally consuming me . . . . his cock in my ass . . . . his chest on my chest . . . . his mouth sucking my tongue.

Jesse began to fuck faster and harder and I knew he was close to reaching orgasm. I opened myself totally and thrust on his cock even harder . . . . pulled him to me even closer . . . . kissed his lips more fully. I was groaning loudly and knew from the tremors in my balls that I was about to come as well.

Jesse’s breathing got faster and he was making a whimpering noise. Suddenly, his nuts gave up and he blasted loose a stream of cum inside me. Even though he was wearing a condom, I could feel the head of his cock expand as he came over and over. He was shoving his cock in my ass harder and finally thrust it in a final time and held it. I was screaming and pulling him into me as hard as I could, when my cock erupted and shot my jizz all over our combined stomachs. It seemed, for a moment, that our two bodies were one solid mass of thrashing muscle, flailing orgasms and frenzied sound.

As our climaxes waned, our bodies began to relax. Jesse continued to lie on top of me and I ran my hands up and down his broad back. Slowly, he rolled off of me and lie on his back next to me. We were both drenched with sweat, covered in cum, and totally spent. Eventually, I looked over at him and, hearing my movement, he turned and looked at me. We smiled weakly at each other and I reached over to hold him. I put my head on his chest and felt his arm reach over to hold me. The feel of him holding me was comforting and I snuggled closer to him, closed my eyes, and rested . . . . secure in the arms of a loving, giving man.

That was 13 years ago and, Jesse and I have been together now for the last 11 years. The two years before he moved in were hard on us, as Jesse finished school and started at the local college. We didn’t want to give his parents or anyone else reason to create problems so we saw each other only at times that he could get away without getting caught. When he turned 20, I offered to “rent” him a room and we’ve been together ever since. I’m sure there are some who suspect a more intimate relationship between us but we constantly walk that public tightrope between being friends and being “more” than friends. I don’t like it but recognize, for now, the necessity of having to do it.

As I said, my life has never been the same since Jesse came into it. I often wonder where I would be today if I had not taken the chance with him. But then I close my eyes . . . . and remember the caring . . . . the giving . . . . and the passion . . . . and then realize that knowing where I would have been . . . . was not as important in life as knowing where I was. It’s ironic though that we all have to learn that lesson over and over again. I’m just thankful that I have someone like Jesse to teach it to me.