Sex in the Sky

The next day didn’t start until nearly noon as both Jim and Ron slept late. Jim woke up first and for a while he just lay in bed trying to comprehend what had happened. If it hadn’t have been for Ron sleeping beside him Jim could have easily convinced himself that it had actually been some sort of dream. After all, how could it have been real? Did her really jerk off his friend? Did Ron really give him a blowjob?

And yet there was his best friend lying naked and sound asleep beside him. Jim lay on his back with Ron on his side facing him. Jim wondered what would happen when Ron woke up. Would it be awkward? Jim worried that what had happened would ruin their great friendship.

Jim also worried about what would happen if Ron woke up and it wasn’t awkward. Did this mean he was gay? If Ron was willing, did he want to keep up this relationship? The whole thing was still so crazy and unbelievable. How could he even be thinking about whether or not he was going to continue fucking Ron?

As he lay there pondering his situation Jim felt something against his hip. He looked over and saw that Ron was still asleep yet he could feel something pressing more firmly against his hip. Jim wondered if he already knew what it was. He couldn’t resist slipping his hand under the covers and reaching down toward his hip. As he suspected, his friend had a classic case of ‘morning wood’. As Ron slept Jim lightly caressed Ron’s stiff cock.

Part of Jim wanted to pull his hand away and yet he was so curious and excited that he continued to touch Ron’s cock. He was still caressing it when Ron stirred and started to wake up. Jim considered yanking his hand away but thought that maybe if he just lay completely still that Ron would go back to sleep. Instead, a few moments later his friend woke up with Jim still gently holding his hard cock.

Ron yawned and rolled onto his back. As he rolled Jim’s hand slipped away from his cock. Ron stretched and looked over at Jim and said, “Hey.”

“Morning,” Jim replied still not sure of how Ron was feeling about what they had done.

Ron crawled out of bed and walked down the hallway to the bathroom with his still mostly hard cock standing out in front of him. Jim tried not to stare at his cock but his eyes remained mostly focused on it until Ron disappeared into the bathroom.

When Ron returned a few moments later he was still naked. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. He pulled them on as Jim got out of bed and walked naked to take his turn in the bathroom. When he came back Ron was sitting on his bed still dressed in only his boxers. For a moment Jim looked for his own clothes before he remembered that they were downstairs in the basement.

“Um, I think I’m going to go down and get my clothes,” Jim said almost sheepishly.

“I’ll come with,” Ron said. Ron followed Jim downstairs. When they got to the basement Jim pulled on his boxers and started collecting the rest of his clothes.

“Um,” Ron started. He seemed unsure of what exactly to say, “so are we still cool? I mean with…well, you know…”

That was the question Jim had been thinking about all morning. Without even thinking Jim replied, “Yeah, I’m OK if you are.”

Ron smiled and said, “My parents aren’t due back until tomorrow afternoon. I was thinking we could hang out today.” He then paused and added, in a way that tried to be casual but betrayed that he was nervous about what he was asking, “And then maybe spend the night here again.”

Jim felt nervous and excited all at the same time. There couldn’t be any doubt now what Ron meant by asking him to stay the night. He wanted to know if Jim wanted to fuck again. Jim’s mind spun in crazy circles. He could barely believe it when he replied, “Sounds great.” He then added, “Let me run home first and get some fresh clothes. Besides, my mom is probably ready to freak out that I didn’t come home last night.”

They agreed that Jim would return in a little while and Jim departed. His parents were a little upset that he hadn’t called the night before, but he explained that he was just really tired after the party. He said that he and Ron stayed up really late talking. “By the time I realized what time it was I knew you guys would be asleep so I couldn’t call,” he added. He said that Ron had offered to let him crash on the couch and so he spent the night there.

His parents gave him a little lecture on being more responsible but they weren’t really that upset. He and Ron had often crashed at each other’s houses even back in high school, so their parents were used to this sort of thing. Usually Jim called home first but things had gotten so weird the previous night that the idea of calling home never even crossed his mind.

Jim showered and packed an overnight bag. All the while he thought excitedly about what might happen with Ron that night. The mere idea of being excited sexually about Ron still seemed so strange that it was hard to believe, but Jim couldn’t deny that he was very exciting and very much looking forward to being with Ron again.

By the time Jim returned Ron had cleaned up the basement and was sitting downstairs watching a football game on TV. Just sitting on the couch beside Ron gave Jim a wild thrill knowing that the previous night they had been sitting right here when Ron sucked his cock and he jerked Ron off. They watched the game for only a few minutes before the phone rang. Ron answered and found that it was Dan. Dan was getting some guys together for a game of football. He asked if Ron wanted to play. Ron eagerly agreed and said that Jim was hanging out also and that he would play also.

Jim and Ron changed and walked to the park where they and their buddies played football most weekends during high school. He had some great memories of those games and was happy to be able to play another game just like the old days. The turnout was smaller than when they had been in high school but still enough guys came that they had a good game.

The ground was still wet from a rainstorm a few days earlier and by the time the game ended they were filthy from the mud. Everyone had a blast and stood around talking for a while after the game until the cold air that came with the setting sun started to get uncomfortable. They said their goodbyes and Jim and Ron walked quickly back to Ron’s place.

Aside from having a great time, Jim was also happy about the football game because everything felt normal between Ron and him. During the game they laughed, taunted, and talked just as they always had done. There wasn’t any awkwardness between them.

Jim also had feared that somehow the other guys would immediately know or sense what he and Ron had done. His fears were truly irrational as nobody did or said anything that gave even the slightest indication they sensed anything at all out of the ordinary had happened between Jim and Ron.

The sky was already fairly dark when they got back to Ron’s place. They stood in the mud room just inside the back door and peeled off most of their muddy layers. When they finished Ron was left wearing only boxers and a t-shirt and Jim was left only in his boxers.

“Should we take a shower to get cleaned up?” Ron asked.

Jim agreed, but then something very unusual happened. It was fairly common for them to return to Ron’s house after a football game and each take showers to get cleaned up. Ron’s house actually had three and a half bathrooms so there was plenty of space for them to shower. This time, however, neither of them said anything as Jim followed Ron upstairs. Ron grabbed a couple of fresh towels from the hall closet but instead of handing one to Jim he carried them both down the hall.

Then, instead of turning into the bathroom off the hallway Ron turned into his parent’s master bedroom suite. Jim silently followed him getting more and more nervous and excited. Jim had never been in this room before and took a moment to look around. The room was quite large with a king sized bed and some very nice furniture.

Suddenly Jim noticed the sound of water running and turned to see Ron standing in the doorway of the master bathroom. “Ready?” Ron asked. “I thought there would be more space in here.”

Jim walked into the bathroom and immediately knew what Ron meant. The bathroom had one of those walk-in showers with two showerheads pointing at different angles. It was easily big enough for three or even four people inside. Ron pulled off his t-shirt and boxers and stepped into the shower. Jim felt the nervous knot in his stomach tighten as he stepped out of his boxers and joined his friend in the shower.

Somehow this seemed different than the previous night. Jim figured they could excuse what happened the previous night to it being late and them being a little drunk. After all the teasing from Cindy and Michelle they were both left horny and one thing just led to another. Today, however, they had no excuse. By stepping in the shower Jim knew that he could no longer write off what had happened as a fluke or an accident. By stepping in the shower in the late afternoon after having just finished playing football Jim knew he was admitting to Ron, but mostly to himself, that he lusted for his friend’s cock and wanted to fuck him again.

Jim closed the door behind him and knew there was no turning back now. However, as he looked at Ron he knew that he didn’t want to turn back. Ron was already under the water washing his hair. Jim stepped beside him and let the water run down on him. At first they both just washed their hair and faces while standing beside each other. Other than some occasional bumping or rubbing against each other they didn’t really touch and yet Jim was still very excited. His cock was already semi-hard from the anticipation of what might happen. Why would they get in the shower together if they were truly just going to shower?

It was a few moments later that, as they each lathered themselves, they briefly made eye contact. It was as if that was the single spark they had been waiting for because they held the eye contact for only a few brief moments before they stepped together and embraced. Jim felt his partially hard cock rub against Ron and excitedly noticed that Ron’s cock was also mostly hard and pressed up against his stomach. Their embrace soon progressed to a deep kiss. There wasn’t any hesitation or pausing and they kissed like eager lovers.

They parted the kiss and Ron stepped back slightly. He was still holding a bar of soap and worked up a healthy lather in his hands. He moved around behind Jim and brought his hands down to Jim’s lower back. They immediately slipped lower and Jim moaned as his friend lavishly lathered and fondled his ass. After a few minutes of this Ron moved around in front of Jim and worked up another big lather before he reached down and took hold of Jim’s now hard cock.

Jim groaned as Ron’s soapy hands explored his cock and balls. After a while longer one of Ron’s hands slipped down to Jim’s balls and then moved even further back between Jim’s legs. Jim moaned and spread his legs apart slightly to give Ron easier access for whatever he was about to do. Ron’s soapy fingers moved to the skin between Jim’s asshole and balls and Ron began ‘washing’ him there in addition to his upper thighs.

After a little while of this Ron stood up and moved around to Jim’s side. Ron kept one of his hands on Jim’s cock and slipped his other around to Jim’s ass. This time, however, instead of just caressing his ass Ron’s fingers dipped between his ass cheeks toward his asshole. Jim moaned in surprise as Ron’s fingers found and then lightly explored his asshole. Jim had never had anyone play with his asshole before and the whole sensation was strange and unknown.

As Ron continued playing with his cock and running his finger around his asshole Ron softly asked, “Have you ever had a girl play with your asshole before?”

“No,” Jim gasped. “Have you?”

Ron started stroking Jim’s cock and kept his other finger dancing teasingly over Jim’s asshole. “Yes,” Ron groaned. “I’ve had a girl shove her finger up my ass while she was sucking my cock.” For a while they didn’t say anything else as Ron continued to easily and expertly stroke his cock.

“Did you like it?” Jim asked.

“Yes,” Ron groaned

Jim was already teetering on the edge of his control from Ron’s skillful stroking and from the sensation of Ron’s finger teasing his asshole. Jim had never experienced anyone playing with his asshole before and it felt new and surprisingly exciting. Suddenly the idea of someone sliding their finger up his asshole seemed kinky and wild.

All of these thoughts combined with Ron’s continued fondling were enough to trigger Jim’s orgasm. He groaned and started shooting his cum out onto the shower floor. Ron’s hand perfectly stroked him as he came and seemed to prolong and intensify his orgasm the whole time he was cumming.

Jim’s head spun and he was momentarily aware of nothing except the waves of pleasure emanating from his cock. Once his orgasm passed and he finished cumming, Jim became aware of Ron’s hard cock pressing against his ass as Ron stood beside him and continued fondling his cock for a few moments.

Once Jim regained more composure he was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense urge to do something that would have seemed impossible only 48 hours earlier. Jim spun around to face Ron and pushed him slowly back toward the wall until Ron was standing with his back against the wall. In this position they were away from the spray of the two shower heads as Jim dropped to his knees in front of his friend.

Jim gazed at the sight of his friend’s hard cock now only inches in front of his face. Jim reached up and grasped the base of Ron’s cock. Slowly, Jim moved forward until the tip of Ron’s cock very lightly grazed against his lips. Jim opened his mouth and reached out with his tongue to lick the underside of Ron’s cock. It felt strange and exciting and yet somehow familiar and comfortable.

Jim continued exploring Ron’s cock with his lips and tongue. He started at the head of his cock and slowly moved all the way down to the very base of his shaft before slowly working his way back up to the tip again. Once back at the tip Jim was ready to take the next step. He parted his lips wider and leaned forward until he could feel the tip of Ron’s sliding into his mouth. Jim opened his mouth a little wider and felt Ron’s cock slide deeper into his mouth.

Ron’s cock felt so hard and amazing in his mouth that it made Jim’s mind spin. For a few moments he just held it there and let his tongue glide over the tip and underside of Ron’s cock. Now that Jim actually had a cock in his mouth he realized that he really didn’t know what to do.

Then Jim remembered how amazing Ron’s blowjob had felt the previous day and wanted to give Ron the same pleasure. He closed his eyes and thought about how it felt when someone sucked his cock. He thought about what he liked and what things felt the best. As he replayed all the best moments of the blowjobs he had received he started moving his mouth on Ron’s cock.

By the time he realized that he was moving his mouth it was obvious that Ron was enjoying the blowjob. Ron was moaning and had reached down and put his hands on the back of Jim’s head. Jim kept his eyes closed and simply concentrated on Ron’s cock as if it was his own. He tried to duplicate everything he had ever experienced that he had liked.

He kept his fingers wrapped around Ron’s shaft and settled into a slow and steady tempo. The feeling of Ron’s hard cock sliding back and forth between his lips was kinky and very exciting. For a while Jim used his tongue to add to the teasing. As Ron’s lust built he began thrusting his hips back and forth essentially fucking Jim’s mouth. As Ron did this his hands still held the back of Jim’s head. Jim savored the feeling of Ron’s wild lust and tried to match Ron’s thrusts with his own movements to add to Ron’s pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Ron’s whole body to tense and Jim knew his friend was about to cum. All day Jim had been thinking about the previous night when Ron had cum on him after Jim jerked him off. There was something about feeling Ron’s cum on his skin that made Jim horny and he was eager to have it happen again.

As Ron’s body tensed in the moments just before he started cumming Jim pulled Ron’s cock out of his mouth and stroked his long shaft. Ron started cumming just as his cock left Jim’s mouth. Jim kept his face close to Ron’s cock so he could easily see Ron’s cum and so he would be sure to have most of Ron’s cum land on his face and chest.

It was only after Ron finished cumming and Jim closed his mouth all the way that he realized some of Ron’s cum had landed in his mouth. His first reaction was to spit it out, but there was something about the warmth on his tongue and the completely wild and unbelievable idea that he actually had another guy’s cum in his mouth that made him curious. He held it in his mouth for a moment to gain courage before he swallowed it.

It felt thick and sticky sliding down his throat and the taste wasn’t very good. At first he was worried he might gag on it but then it slowly settled into his stomach. Then, just before he stood back up, he happened to look up at Ron. Ron stared down at him with wild lust and excitement in his eyes. Jim realized that Ron must have seen his cum in Jim’s mouth and watched as he swallowed it. Jim realized that he had never had a girl do that for him before and that if he had just watched someone eat his cum he would probably have the exact look that Ron currently did.

When Jim stood up he and Ron embraced in a long, deep kiss standing against the shower wall. After they parted their kiss they finished their shower by washing off Ron’s cock and washing the cum off Jim’s face and shoulders. They stepped out and dried off before walking to Ron’s room and getting dressed. As they got dressed Ron suggested ordering some pizza and Jim eagerly agreed.

They went downstairs and hung out in the basement while they waited for the pizza. They played video games, talked, and acted just like they had done hundreds of times before in this very room. Occasionally Jim marveled at how it felt like nothing between them had changed at all and yet virtually everything between them had changed.

They paused their game when the pizza arrived and sat on the couch watching TV as they ate. Jim was still trying to figure out how everything could feel so normal between them. Was it really possible that he and Ron could just start fucking each other like this and not have it affect the rest of their relationship? So far it seemed that it definitely was possible.

They both finished eating and left the remaining slices of pizza sitting in the box on the coffee table as they went back to playing video games. They played for a while longer with Jim still mulling if and when he should actually talk with Ron about what had happened. So far, other than when they were actually fucking, they hadn’t yet talked about what had happened between them.

They reached halftime in their video football game and finally Jim said, “So, um, can I ask you something?”

Ron answered yes and Jim said, “I don’t know, I guess I thought we should talk about what happened.”

Ron smiled and said, “Yeah, I guess we probably should.”

“Have you ever done anything like that, I mean, been with a guy before?” Jim asked.

Ron hesitated and then said, “No, well, sort of, I guess.” He then explained how there was this guy at school that he had been hanging out with quite a bit. “We were out partying one night, just hanging out, and we end up back in his dorm room. I was pretty drunk and all of a sudden he starts telling me how he’s gay and how he feels this bond between us. He told me that he knew I didn’t think I was gay but that I should open my mind.”

We sat their, drinking beer, listening to the music, and talking about girls we knew and other “guy stuff”. I was horny as hell and was nonchalantly, and I thought discreetly, rubbing my penis through my underpants. I glanced over, saw that Wayne was doing the same, and observed that we each had a raging hard on. I also noticed that Jim was discreetly rubbing himself as well. Wayne, who was the oldest in the room, always a bit bold, and as I mentioned previously had turned me out while we were young teens, just blurted out,

“You guys want to jerk off?”

I immediately said,

“Sure,”

I was surprised when Jim quickly said,

“OK.”

Stan didn”t say a word.

I reached down into my suitcase and pulled out three porn magazines. Two of the magazines were of straight sex, between men and women, while the third was the gay magazine I mentioned previously where the Albolene was visible in almost every picture. I put the two straight magazines in the middle of the bed between Wayne and I and placed the other behind me halfway under my pillow. I also put the jar of Albolene on the small the dresser between the two beds. Wayne told Jim to come on over to our bed if he wanted to see the porn mags. Jim came over and sat on the foot of the bed, I was at the head with my back against the pillows, and Wayne sat in the middle. We opened the magazines, began looking at them and commenting on the models and the sex acts depicted. Wayne and I immediately began rubbing our cocks though our underwear and Jim shortly followed our lead. Stan, who had been guzzling the beer faster than the rest of us, was beginning to look really drunk and was reclined on the opposite bed with his back against the wall seemingly disinterested in what we were doing. .

My dick had grown so hard that it was just begging to be let out of my underwear. I slipped them off and slowly, rhythmically, stroked my penis, reveling in how good it felt, but taking my time to make it last. Wayne took his pants off also and was doing the same. Jim was still a bit bashful, stroking his member through his underwear, but I noticed that he”d stopped looking at the girlie mags and was intently watching Wayne and I as we stroked our dicks.

Wayne looked at me and smiled and then moved a bit closer and started gently rubbing the inside of my thigh. At his touch, it seemed like a pint of blood flowed into my cock and it grew smooth, taught, and purple. I briefly closed my eyes and had to take a few deep breaths to compose myself. This was always how it started between us. Wayne knew the effect he was having on me…he always knew…as it seemed that being around him always turned me into a horny slut. He moved closer still, laid his left leg over the top of my right leg, reached out and started stroking my penis with his left hand. His hand was so familiar to me and it felt so good. I reached over and started stroking him with my right hand. This arrangement always worked great for us as he is left-handed and I”m right handed. This routine had become so familiar to us that it just felt like the most natural thing in the world. I loved the feel of his warm dick in my hand, pulsing and throbbing, the closeness of having our legs entwined, and the feel of his hand moving up and down on my dick. He had this way of stroking me backhand, with his thumb and index finger toward the base of my cock and pinky finger toward the glans, which just sent me through the roof.

By now, Jim was intently watching what we were doing, a look of disbelief on his face, and had his hand in his pants stroking himself. Stan was still sitting half reclined, and fully clothed, on the other bed but had unzipped his pants and was stroking his erect penis which was sticking out of his fly.

Wayne said to Jim,

“There”s no need to be modest. Why don”t you take off your underpants?”

Jim slipped his pants off but seemed a bit embarrassed by his nakedness. Wayne, in a gentle, but almost commanding tone, said,

“Come on over here. Let me see that.”

Jim slid closer to Wayne who reached out and started stoking Jim”s dick with his right hand. I could hear Jim”s breathing change and he muttered that no one else had ever touched his dick. Jim seemed to want to touch Wayne”s cock so I moved my hand aside and told him,

“Go ahead. Touch it. It feels really neat.”

Jim at first touched Wayne”s cock lightly, running his fingertips only up and down it”s length as if he was exploring it, wanting to see what someone else”s felt like, and then gripped it and started sliding his hand up and down. In a reassuring voice, Wayne told him,

“That feels really good. Do it just like that,”

Jim smiled broadly.

Since I now had both hands free, I took the opportunity to open the jar of Albolene. I also pulled the gay porn magazine out from under my pillow, set it on the bed where we all could see it, and started slowly flipping through the pages. It contained images of just two men, apparently a couple, who started out kissing and petting, then stroking each other, then sucking, and finally having anal sex. They used Albolene as a lube for jerking and for their anal sex and a jar of it was visible in most of the pictures. I could see Jim intently looking at the pictures, as if it was some sort of an instruction manual, and becoming noticeably more turned on. Stan, still by himself on the other bed, had now slipped his trousers off, and was flat on his back stroking his penis. By this time, he seemed almost too drunk to know what was going on

Things were getting hot and heavy and I feared that we might cast revealing shadows on the canvas walls of the tent cabin. I whispered my concerns to Wayne, disentangled myself from his leg, got up and turned the interior light off and turned on the outside porch light. This left enough light in the room, filtering in through the canvas tent fabric, for us to see each other, but not so much that we might cast shadows on the canvas walls. As the buzz from the pot was wearing off a little, I decided to risk that someone might smell it, rolled another joint, and lit it. I then went back to the bed and reclined as I had before with Wayne and Jim. We leisurely stroked each other”s dicks while taking turns smoking the joint. When we finished the joint I remember uttering,

“Wow. I”m high as a kite.”

I glanced over at Stan and it appeared that he had passed out on the other bed with his dick in his hand.

When the joint was gone, any inhibitions I had were gone also and I pulled Wayne to me and kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed me back, grabbed my undershirt and pulled it off over my head. I then did the same to him bending over to nibble at his nipples after the shirt came off. Jim at first looked a little shocked but then, to our total surprise, he got on his hands and knees, took Wayne”s dick in his mouth, tentatively at first, but then started bobbing up and down. Apparently, he had gotten some “instruction” from the gay porn magazine. This totally surprised Wayne and I, as even though we”d been jerking off together for years, and had anal sex for the first time the previous night, we had still never done oral sex together. Wayne just leaned back, thrust his hips forward, and said,

“Go Jim.”

I knew this was Jim”s first time with other men and I realized that we must have kindled some flame that had been lying dormant in him for sometime.

While Jim enthusiastically, but somewhat awkwardly, sucked on Wayne”s dick, I stuck my fingers into the jar of Albolene, scooped out a generous gob of it, and started working it into my asshole with my fingers. It felt good, slippery and a little warm. It quickly liquefied and I kept adding more to the mix. I continued to work it in, first with one finger, and then with two, till it was deep in my ass and my fingers slid in and out almost effortlessly. Jim saw what I was doing, his jaw drooped, but then he came over and started sucking my dick while I continued to finger my ass. Wayne, knowing what I wanted, and had wanted for so long, stuck his fingers in the Albolene and began to stroke his penis with it spreading it all over in the process. Jim sat up, realized what was going to happen, and exclaimed,

“HOLY SHIT.”

At first, I wasn”t sure how I wanted to do it, but then turned over onto my hands and knees on the bed with my ass hanging over the edge. Wayne moved in behind me and, standing, put his dick in my crack and seemed to be fishing around unable to find the hole. Feeling like the slut I wanted to be, I reached around, grabbed his dick, and guided it to the spot. I think he was worried about hurting me and he, at first, just got the tip, and then his glans in. Wanting it all, I reached back to guide it again, and pushed myself back onto his dick. It ached a bit as he squeezed past my inner ring of sphincter muscles, but soon turned to sheer pleasure as he worked in and out getting deeper and deeper, and faster and faster, with every stroke. I let him fuck me like this for a few minutes, giving me a reach around, before I said I wanted to try another position. I wanted to get Jim involved in what we were doing but really wasn”t sure how to go about it. I needn”t have worried about it, as he seemed to be content to stroke himself, eyes as big as saucers, watching us.

As Wayne slid his substantial dick out of me, the sensation was almost as good as when it slid in. Every nerve ending in my asshole was alive and it seemed as though I could feel every fraction of inch of his dick as he slid it out. When the last of him had slid out, I expected that my hole would slam shut like a door, and I”d have go through the semi-trauma of initial penetration again but, much to my surprise, and delight, it just sat there relaxed, and gaping, with traces of Albolene dribbling out. I told Wayne,

“Lay on your back. I want to sit on your dick and fuck you.”

He obediently lay on his back and I realized, for the first time, that I now had a certain amount of power over him as I had something he really wanted, my warm asshole.

Wayne had always taken the initiative when we had messed around before and it was a revelation to me to realize that I now had a certain “power” over him. I suddenly understood the power women have to “pussy whip” a man as I could now whip Wayne with my newly discovered “man pussy.” I sat straddling his legs, scooped up more Albolene, and lovingly stroked his penis greasing it up further. I then moved forward, pointed his dick at my asshole, and lowered myself onto his pole. There was no pain, no hesitation, only sureness of purpose and total pleasure. It felt full, and warm, and deep. I began to slide up and down on his cock, sometimes sliding almost the whole length in and out, and sometime pausing so I had just the tip captured squeezing it tightly in my sphincter. Every nerve in my ass seemed to be aroused and the sensations were like nothing I”d ever felt before. I was in heaven, impaled on his cock but totally in control. Wayne was just squirming under me, muttering,

“Shit! Fuck! Damn, ”

While tossing his head from side to side.

While experimenting with positions, and not really doing anything intentionally, I leaned back, with my hands resting on Wayne”s knees and my hips thrust forward. I then began to vigorously bounce up and down on Wayne”s cock. This felt awesome and I could feel his dick pound my prostate with each down stroke. It also forced him in so deep that I could feel him deep in my guts. Unintentionally, this also opened up the space between Wayne”s belly and mine leaving my dick sticking straight into the air and fully exposed. Jim, unable to contain himself, took this as his opportunity to suck my dick. At one point, he tried to position himself in a 69 position with Wayne so he could suck my dick, and Wayne could suck his. We were too close to the head of the bed and couldn”t make this work so he just contented himself to suck my dick while he stroked his own.

We continued like this for a few more minutes, with me sliding up and down on Wayne”s dick, Jim sucking mine and stroking his, and Wayne just gasping for breath, till I felt the uncontrollable wave of an imminent orgasm coming over me. I told Jim I was about to come and he apparently was not prepared to swallow cum as he pulled his mouth off my dick and moved back a little. I grabbed my dick, gave it a few strokes, and began the most intense orgasm I”d ever felt. My muscles tensed up and it seemed like every nerve in body was having it”s own orgasm. It seemed like I came buckets, writhing, jerking, and convulsing uncontrollably, as my cum shot all over Wayne”s stomach, chest, and even into his face and hair. As I came, my asshole was pulsing open and closed in unison with my orgasm, squeezing, clinching, and releasing Wayne”s dick till he too came shooting volumes of his warm semen deep into my rectum. I was just overwhelmed with sensations and could not believe how good this all felt. Jim, finally overcome by the moment, began to cum also, adding his gooey liquid to the mess I had deposited on Wayne”s belly and chest.

The sudden release of tension, that been building for so long (literally for years between Wayne and I), left me so drained that I felt like I was about to pass out until I was startled back into consciousness by someone loudly exclaiming,

“Ahhh fuck.”

I looked over just in time to see Stan shooting his load all over his belly and chest. He just laid there, wide eyed, cum all over himself, with slurred drunken speech saying,

“I can”t believe you guys just did that.”

I chuckled, bent over with Wayne”s dick still buried in my ass, and leaned forward till I was laying on top of Wayne squishing the cum between us and rubbing it all over our bellies and chests. I kissed Wayne deeply, our tongues entwined in a passionate dance for what seemed like forever. I didn”t want to get up. I didn”t want to clean up. I just wanted to lay there, with his hot dick, and steamy hot cum, in my ass as long as I could.

Jim seemed to get a bit aloof, perhaps embarrassed or ashamed, and quickly cleaned up and put his underclothes back on. Stan was just plain drunk and he made a half assed effort to clean himself up before falling back asleep.

We never had a chance to see if Jim wanted to mess around again as months before the trip his father’s employer had transferred him to another state and they moved the following week. Perhaps that is why he felt it was OK to mess around with us, as he thought he”d never see us again.

Wayne and I finally untangled our bodies, cleaned up as best we could, climbed under the covers together, and with a kiss once again went to sleep in each other”s arms. The next morning we arose, packed our gear, and boarded the bus for the trip home each of us sitting next to our girlfriends who were totally unaware.

In the course of the three days and two nights of this trip, Wayne and I had gone from being jerk off buddies, who had been jacking off ONLY together for over four years, to being, and what else can I call it, lovers, who kissed, stroked, caressed, and had anal sex. Our girlfriends, with whom we were sexually active, had no idea that we were changed, or what we”d done the night before, as we snuggled with them while riding the bus home.

Amazingly, though we”d been so sexually adventurous, and had been through so much in the way of sex together on this trip neither of us had, as of yet, sucked the other”s cock. That was to follow, later, in a camping trip taken by just the two of us. That story follows in my next chapter. Though I enjoy sharing my sexual experiences, and get turned on while writing them down, and at the thought of others reading them, I ultimately do it for me as fondly remembering who I was then, and the experiences I had, is bit of a catharsis to me. I hope they stirred some emotions, or perhaps some memories, in you as well. If they did, please let me know.

“Yes, we happen to be good friends, so you can just skate off and leave Chay alone. He doesn’t like it when people get too close, or did you not notice when he was practically begging you to let him go?”

The man took a step to the side, turning his glare on Kichay, mouth parting to probably say some cruel comment; not wanting the young one to see such contempt, Sajery stepped and blocked his view. Once more, he suggested the man leave and it seemed he would, but not without a few last remarks.

“‘Good friends’ my ass! I bet *you* were doing more than begging last night, you white-haired goth freak! Trying to buy him off with a drink, is that what all whores do?” The man quickly looked around Sajery’s body before the surface demon could react, “Did you let him fuck you, Chay? Or did you fuck him? Are you a cheap whore too?”

Although he knew the human was only saying such things in anger because Kichay wasn’t interested, he still slapped the damned bastard as hard as he could across the cheek. Shouting. The man began shouting, pushing at his chest in an obvious invitation for a fight readily accepted or would’ve been if Kichay hadn’t stepped between them somehow. Adrenaline quickly disappeared at the younger’s quiet plea for them not to fight. Loosing his agressive stance immediately, he gently steered the young one to stand to the side before he shielded him once more, glaring full at the human who merely glared back before stalking off on his skates.

Sajery hoped one or both of his skate blades could break, making his ankles follow suit.

“T-Thank you…” Terribly quiet, Kichay trailed off as he bowed his head. Black locks spilled over his slim shoulders, bangs hiding his face which only strengthened the surface demon’s desire to offer any kind of comfort. Unsure, Sajery reached out slowly, not wanting to startle the young one even more, and swept the bangs from Chay’s face. He wondered if they were soft as they looked, and because he was selfish, he had a finger tip graze across the human’s skin as he tucked the hair behind an ear. “To touch his skin without gloves on…Maybe someday in a dream…” Round lapis stared into his, shimmering with tears, but they did not hold fear, only curiosity. Encouraged, the surface demon did the same on the other side, taking care not to tug too hard.

“May I ask, why there are tears in your eyes?”

He could’ve told the man right then, gave him a chance to walk away from such a- But he didn’t tell the truth to why,

“I-I was just really scared…I mean, no stranger has ever been that close….”

It was a lie, and Kichay hoped Sajery believed it. The man simply patted his arm, black-painted lips making a reassuring smile.

They went for coffee again but this time there were periods of silence sometimes when Sajery knew the young human was too lost in thought to answer any questions. Again, he walked the human home, wanting to do so, and lingered close as they walked side by side. Kichay did not seem to mind this, infact, shuffled so they’re arms were touching, barely, but better than not at all. It was snowing again, but Sajery didn’t mind - he was growing rather fond of the flakes now, once he looked past the minor problems with it. “I guess I’m growing fond of this human too…There are some problems as well though…” The young one had a secret of some sorts, guarding it and refusing to tell, not that he blamed the human. It would take time for trust to develop in this relationship they had, and the surface demon decided then, that he wouldn’t mind how much time it took. Some feeling had surged through him when he heard the creature cry out, when he saw him skate towards him. Not the nearest spot to get off the ice, but towards him.

“You didn’t ask to leave the rink…Because you simply wanted to get away from that bastard man, did you?” He could not stop the question just as he was leaving, turning to face the young one who still remained at the entrance to his apartment building. The dark-haired creature tilted his head to the side, cutely, and held the skate bag strap to his shoulder before stepping towards him with apprehension. It was unexpected, but the surface demon faced the young creature fully. Even though the human was standing on the platform of the entrance, his face was still tilted upwards to meet Sajery’s face, who was standing a step lower.

“I did want to leave the rink with you…It’s just, that man only made me want to leave quicker than I had wanted to…” Something in the older man’s face made him frown minutely - why was Sajery looking at him, expecting more that that? “I like you,” He spoke quietly, eyes never leaving the other’s dark brown pair that widened with something much like surprise. The frown on his face grew, his heart falling a bit, “I like you, Sajery…Don’t you like your friends too?”

*

Sajery never did answer that question. Since that night, he and Kichay met up at the outdoor skating rink each night and did not part each other’s company until the surface demon left the human on the doorstop of his apartment buildling upon his request. The first week or so of this unspoken arranagement, Sajery simply stood by the railing and watched the young one skate, sometimes hiding a threatening smile each time Kichay glanced towards him. The human often covered his mouth with a laugh, or something like it, mimicking him sometimes. Then, sometime during the second week, Kichay brought an extra skate bag and gave it to the surface demon. Despite his polite protests, Kichay had him sit on the bench and wait for him to tie the skates. The young creature did so on his own wish, seemingly glad to help out however he could.

“Yes…I like my friends too, Kichay…”

There were no rails directly beside the ice so there was no way to keep his balance. Certain his cheeks were red underneath his make-up, Sajery did his best to copy the young man as he explained how to move forward without wobbling. It was his first time on skates so maybe that was why the human was so understanding when he was hesitant to try anything more; perhaps it was something more when Chay took his hand and helped him balance. Right then, the demon reminded himself they were only friends, that relationship barrier as effective as the gloves he wore, keeping him from truly making contact with the human. Their fingers almost entertwined, Kichay’s doing, and only for a second, Sajery wished that they were before simply enjoying himself. There were times when he fell and had Chay fall as well - in those times, while he worried that the human would become fed up at his clumsiness, the young one laughed and helped him up again, face bright with amusement.

“Sorry, one would think I’d fall less after a week or so.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he gave a small laugh while Kichay helped him up again. It was snowing again, the shards of ice caught in a gentle breeze. The young one chattered happily, waving off his apology before leading him around the rink once more, resuming the moderate pace. “Moderate…Not slow…” It was thoughtful of the young one to challenge him a little rather than let him get used to a slow pace before moving on.

Throughout all the emotions he felt during the time spent with the human, his wondering only grew, little by little.

There were a few nights when Kichay didn’t spiral at all, even wincing sometimes as he completed some simple tricks. And there were times when all he did was glide around the rink without a single jump. There were some nights when Sajery noticed the human favored turtleneck shirts for some time rather than the loose shirts he seemed to like more. By chance, Sajery caught a glimpse of a dark bruise on the younger’s pale throat, a few other’s in the shape of bitemarks. His staring ceased when Kichay adjusted his collar once more, probably unware that a glimpse was enough.

It seemed Kichay already had a partner.

“I guess…That’s fine…I always knew we weren’t going to be more than friends…” Though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit jealous. Unconsiously, he tightened his grip around the other’s hand, and the returning gentle squeeze made him realize what he had done. Some emotion hammered at his heart, the beat almost as loud as the music that played, and it only grew in force and speed. When did the spark start? The one that grew into the fire he felt within him, melting the ice and snow accumulated over his years. “He is beautiful, in every sense of the word…” Eyes raked over the young one’s supple body, lined with lean muscles. His hair was bound in a low ponytail tonight, swaying behind him as they skimmed over the ice. Without meaning to, he began to imagine how it felt to run bare hands across that small frame, to hold him close, kiss and touch.

“I’m going to take a break, Chay…” He parted their fingers quickly before skating back towards their bench, face red under his white mask. Vaguely, he heard Chay shout something after him but it wasn’t important; he didn’t sound worried, angry or anything of the sort. “Probably an “Okay!”…” Stepping off the ice with the same care he used every night, Sajery sat his trembling body down, eyes automatically searching for Chay. “The more I think about it….The more I wish that it was me…Who was his partner…” Dislike aimed at himself began to blossom within his heart - he should’ve been happy for Chay that he found someone to love.

“Hey, Sajery!” The younger stopped infront of him, mindful that ice did not fly up at him, “Do you want to go eat now?” Sajery noticed that the young one did not ask this while taking his skates off, freeing his hair. “He waits for my answer…He doesn’t start to get ready to leave…” That fire was burning, hungry for more; Sajery wondered if the human could see it in his eyes as they locked with gentle lapis, crinkled with a smile.

“Sure, where would you like to go?”

It was their routine and seldom did it change. Then, just after New Year’s day, Kichay wasn’t at the skating rink at six-thirty. Not too concerned yet surprised a little, Sajery sat on their bench, waiting for the little human to appear, smiling that nervous smile with an apology for his lateness. An hour passed, and another but still Kichay did not show up; the worry grew, eyes flickering over the crowd every few minutes. “Kichay…” Gathering his things at nine, Sajery left the rink, hoping the human was alright, wherever he was. As he walked home, he hugged the borrowed skate bag to his side, the other running fingers through his hair to ease his discomfort. “Did something happen to you, Chay?”

As the days passed without no sign of Kichay, Sajery’s worry only increased. He even tried to visit the young human at his apartment and even after all the trouble of trying to get into the building, Chay wasn’t there. It was nearly a week before he saw the human again.

“Chay!” Tired lapis orbs lifted from the ground, looked through the curtain of snowflakes and fell upon a familiar person. Their face was unusually lit with emotion, more than he had ever seen. Despite the pain he felt everywhere, despite the fear of being near his only friend with such a dirty secret, Kichay smiled. His heart, surely as black as the dark sky above, warmed at seeing Sajery again after all that time, all that time…

“Doing horrible things…”

Acting on impulse, Sajery continued forwards and wrapped arms around the human’s slim body, holding him close. He stood, savoring this first real contact with this dear human who did not protest but return the embrace.

“Chay, where have you been?” He knew all too well of how easily life could be ended, having seen a century or so pass. “You could’ve been killed somewhere…Maybe when you were coming here, or someone could’ve jumped you in the alley…” So many things could have happened but none did. “I was so worried, I couldn’t even find you at your apartment building, Chay.” He gave a laugh as he spoke, then held back more as he pulled away when Kichay suddenly did so, looking at him with such an odd expression. “I ran around every floor, looking for your apartment. I’ll tell you, the number system for the doors is terrible.”

They didn’t skate that night. Neither of them had their skate bags with them, and also, neither felt the desire to. Sajery noticed immediately that something was bothering the young one, sensing a great amount of negative feelings around him. It felt odd for Kichay’s spirit to give off such coldness that could rival the wintery air. “Chay…You’re usually so…Warm…What happened to you?”

Just before they finished dessert, Kichay began to fidget with his spoon,

“S-Sajery, I-I have a favor to ask you.”

*

Sajery’s suspicions of Kichay bearing deep scars were confirmed that first night the young human slept in his home. Kichay had been kicked out of his apartment with no chance of retrieving his items. “He said there was nothing of value there anyways…” The surface demon was leaning against a bed, resting his head down on his arms as he knelt. Kichay was moaning in his sleep, high and piteous, and squirming within the nest of blankets and sheets. Sajery’s eyes fell shut as the whimpers Chay gave increased, and a faint smile graced his painted lips. “So only now…Do you really show who you are, little one…” Emotion-clouded, dark eyes flickered open, focusing on the small, wriggling bundle on the bed, his bed.

Under the smiles and laughter, Kichay cried inside. Whatever it was that plagued the young one’s mind and heart, it followed him even in sleep.

“N-no, please!”

He gave it a second’s thought before crawling up onto the bed, careful not to wake the young creature as he slept lightly. Comfortable now, Sajery held his breath, gathering Kichay into his arms. The human gave a small cry, struggled before falling silent, instinctively pressing closer into the demon’s body at the chance. The fire within him was satisfied for now as he sat with Kichay snuggled against his side, keeping him warm.

All night he held the sweet creature, shushing his cries that soon faded into silence. And it wasn’t just that night, but every night after, Sajery waited for the human to sleep before climbing onto the bed to cradle him in his lap.

And before the surface demon knew it, his heart had thawed completely; the winter in his soul had finally reached it’s end.

*

Weeks of Sajery’s nightly visits passed without Kichay knowing until one morning, the demon didn’t wake in time to set the human down and leave the room.

“S-Sajery!? W-What are you doing?” The wide lapis stared into his half-lidded eyes that tried to blink away sleep as quickly as possible. “Judging by his reaction…” To hear the almost frantic note in the human’s voice almost dashed his hopes for more than friendship. But he had to try.

“I’m holding you, I did so while you were sleeping, Kichay.” He smiled down at the younger, sweeping back his dark bangs behind an ear. Sajery tried to steady his breathing, slow his heartbeat that only continued to sound louder when he caught sight of those blue orbs shining with some indescribable emotion. Gloved fingers lingered on Kichay’s cheek and never before had he wanted to shed the barrier that kept him apart from the human, so much. Something within his quivering heart moved, and made tears start to form in Sajery’s eyes.

“D-Did you sleep well, Chay?” His hesitant question was answered with a very soft “yes.”

He was met with no protest when he tucked the human into bed later that night; and, as always, he knelt beside the bed and waited for the human to fall asleep. It had been so for the whole time Kichay had stayed with him, but now the human knew. And he didn’t seem to mind - in fact, minutes after being tucked in, he sat up and pulled the blankets back with an almost hopeful look. With only a second’s hesitation, Sajery crawled next to him, and with his cheeks warming under his makeup, opened his arms.

*

Kichay was small, the top of his head just fitting under Sajery’s chin when he sat on the demon’s lap. At night, whenever Sajery twined his arms around the younger’s waist, his hands always met, passing over the wrists. Their relationship had become unspokenly romantic, moments of embracing and snuggling together increasing. Every moment passed was sweet, made Sajery feel blessed at such a companion, but his wondering began once more. He felt an odd feeling of something tainting their times when they cuddled and slept together. Whatever it was, it made Kichay unconsiously whimper sometimes when he tugged the young one into his lap to cradle him during the night. It made Kichay shyly accept a hug before clinging onto him almost desperately, murmuring a thank-you.

The human said that often and as its frequency increased, Sajery worked up the courage to ask about the secret Kichay hid.

“Hey,” Voice soft, he pressed his lips ontop of the younger’s crown before laying a cheek atop his head, “Chay, do you remember that guy at the rink, the one that scared you?” A shiver passed through the human’s body, silently answering his question; to feel it made his heart move once more at knowing there was such a scar upon Kichay’s heart.

“Yes, I remember him, why do you ask, Sajery?” The human turned in his arms, looking up at him with a faintly sad smile. “Because you’re troubled by it and I have a guess to why…” With a mirthless laugh, Sajery suddenly pressed the creature against his chest in an embrace, brow forming a scowl as he lowered his face into Kichay’s soft tresses.

“Chay…” His voice was thick, trying to follow his anger and still remain soft, “Chay, who hurt you?” Tears wanted to well in his eyes once more, but he blinked them away as he pulled back to cup the younger’s face to meet his.

“S-Sajery, why do you-” Beautiful blue eyes faltered as they looked into his, hands placing over Sajery’s gloved ones to probably free what kept him facing up.

He shushed the human, moving his thumb from the human’s cheek to rest upon Kichay’s lips. Tenderly, he stroked the surely petal-soft skin,

“I ask you because I can feel something every time I touch you…You may not realize it, but you whimper whenever I hug you, hold you close…When you sleep, you have nightmares, crying out and pleading for someone to stop…”

As he said this, the pain he had felt at those said times, the pain of having to listen and be unable to do anything, hit him full force; tears formed in his eyes.

“Who are you saying that to, Chay? No, shhh, shhh, it’s alright, sweetheart…” Trailing off, he wrapped his arms around the human, rocking him gently in his lap. Kichay had began to cry, his thin shoulders starting to shake. Shushing the young one, the demon had Chay turn around so their chests were pressing together. Easier to embrace him now, Sajery did so, rubbing soothing circles on the human’s back.

“Don’t cry, Chay…Shhh, it breaks my heart to hear you cry…”

*

Afterwards, it took a month before Kichay told his secret. Almost quaking with what seemed to be fear, the human whispered hoarsely one night, about what had pained him so greatly. When Kichay was living on his own, he hadn’t earned enough to keep himself alive and rent his tiny apartment as well. Tears of shame prickled at the human’s eyes, which were gently brushed away from the surface demon, who quietly asked him to continue.

With much trembling and in a wavering voice, Kichay told Sajery that he paid the apartment building caretaker for rent with his body. A deal had been made that Kichay would allow the caretaker to do anything he wished. One night turned into many, and that single human nightmare became several when the caretaker “rented” Chay out to other people.