Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2001 05:33:56 +0000
From: jay taylor <jaytaylor69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blown away again

My previous story told how I had my first sexual experience with a girl and
then with a guy on the same night, about an hour apart.  This is a true
story about how it didn't end that night, but kept going for a few years
during high school.  True story.  So here is more of it:

I had been interrupted while feeling up Beth, and then on my way home from
Beth's I was given a blowjob by a jock named Dan who lived up the street
from me.  I was feeling very studly and decided I had to finish the job with
Beth.  Dan had told me she had done everyone, so I was determined to add my
virginity to her list.  So I bought some condoms, as Dan suggested, and made
a date to see her on Friday night.  We went to a movie and sat in the back.
  We made out all night, and she stroked me through my pants, while I felt
her breasts through her blouse.  I had my mom's car, so afterwards we drove
down to the river so I could get me some action.

Nothing.  A lot of kissing and feeeling, hands in the pants stuff, but
nothing really.  I had already experienced a blowjob, and now I wanted my
first fuck.  No such luck, about 3 dates and a shitload of cash later, I
realized that this was all I was getting, a lot of teasing. Every date we
went to a movie, and then the local DQ, then to the river to park, and every
night I paid for everything.  All we did was kiss.  Where was the cockaholic
Dan had told me about?   Every night I went home horny.  Since I had
discovered the wonder of cumming into someone's mouth, I had made a pact
never to jerk off again.  My plan was that I would only cum at the hands
(lips or other body part) of someone else.  I was careful not to specify
which sex, it didn't matter since I was obviously so attractive to both
sexes, at least according to my inflated ego.  "Lips are lips, an orgasm is
an orgasm is an orgasm" became my motto.

About two weeks passed with my new "never masturbate alone" rule, which I
only broke about 5 times, each time after Beth had left me hanging.  I
started thinking more and more about Dan, and soon started wondering about
how I could get another blowjob out of him.

I made the first move.  I deliberately stayed at school in the music room
when I knew he'd be out on the track with the team.  When practice ended and
Dan started the walk home in his shorts and t-shirt, all sweaty, I caught up
to him and walked beside him.

If anyone suspected that something had happened between us, they would never
have known. We didn't talk, make eye contact, or even let on we knew each
other around school for a couple of weeks.  We had never really talked
before, but lately we had gone out of our way to pretend the other one
didn't exist.  And now, I was walking home beside him for the first time
since grade school.

A lot of small talk about homework, school, the band, sports, and then he
finally asked me what I was doing in for the afternoon classes tomorrow.

"You wanna come to my place and fool around?" he asked.  Not "goof around",
which meant road hockey or blowing up old model airplanes, or working out.
"Fool around", which meant something our parents wouldn't approve of, and
the meaning was clear to me.  It was the first of many double meaning
conversations that could be held in public, but not held against one of us
if overheard.  We could take the next step safely without making a
commitment, there was deniability.  In later years we would publicly and
boldly invite each other over to "just screw around" without fear of being
overheard.  Thus began the next few years of secret arrangements,
clandestine affairs and close calls.  I can honestly say that unless Dan has
told anyone, and I haven't (until now, sorry Dan), no one knew, no one
suspected.  My best friends Seth and Eugene never suspected, and we told
each other everything.

We arranged to skip classes, meet in the parking lot and go to his house.  I
rationalized that whatever classes we were missing weren't any big deal,
truth is there could have been a final exam scheduled and I would have found
a reason why it was no big deal, and going to Dan's house was more
important.

The next day came and we went to his place, no one was home.  Both Dan's
parents worked, and his younger brother and sister were both still at
school.   We went up to Dan's room "to study", we had an alibi all ready in
case anyone asked.  Shakespeare.  I was the class genius when it came to
Shakespeare.

I had a look around his room, at his trophies, pictures, posters, and Dan
went to his secret hiding place (top shelf of the closet, behind a box of
old homework and notes) and brought out a couple of Penthouse magazines.

He climbed up onto the top bunk and invited me up to sit beside him.  We
leaned back against the wall, loosened our ties, and starting reading the
magazines.  We leafed through and showed each other the pictures and
centerfold, laughed at comics, read the letters out loud.  All the while our
hardons grew, and we would occasionally adjust our crotches.  Dan undid his
belt and top button of his pants and unzipped his fly.  I looked over and
saw his huge cock peeking out of the top of the waistband of his briefs,
leaking that sticky fluid into his navel.  My own cock wasn't that long, but
it was thick, it was a good size.  I undid my pants.  There was a wet spot
on my underwear.  Dan seemed interested.  I wondered when or if he was going
to make a move on me today.

After exchanging magazines, Dan put his aside and got down off the top bunk.

"I gotta get out of this uniform." he said.  "I can't breathe."

He started stripping off his school uniform, undoing his tie, taking off his
shirt, folding his trousers neatly, and then doing that buff striptease move
with the undershirt over the head, soon he was standing there in his white
socks and briefs.  I got down off the bunk and stared at him, this was one
muscular guy.  Dan reached over and started to undo my shirt for me, and I
took off my tie then unhitched my belt.  I still had most of my clothes on,
and Dan helped me get out of them, then waited and watched while I got
naked.  Finally we stood there in our underwear, facing each other, our
erections starting straining to get out.

"Fuck this, my family will be home soon!  Are we gonna do this?" said Dan,
and he took off his underwear and sat on the lower bunk.  I followed, did
the same and sat beside him.  My hardon danced in the air, and I stared at
his.  He wasted no time, and reached right over and grabbed me.  I sat and
watched his hand jerk me up and down, and he finally broke the silence and
asked me if I planned on returning the favor.  I did, and I grabbed his cock
and started stroking.  "Fuck, I get so horny looking at pictures of chicks,
but you can never find one to do to you what they do to those guys in the
letters..." he lied.

I knew that as long as we both kept up the pretense that we were each
other's last resort, then this could go on forever.  We could enjoy each
other's bodies as long as neither of us let on we wanted it.  For myself, it
didn't occur to me that this was a substitution for straight sex, it was
just sex.  It seemed easier, safer and cheaper.  No expensive dates, no
wasting a whole night just to get to some action, no promises, no lies, and
no one getting pregnant.  Two guys exploring, taking care of each other's
needs, that's all.  No head games.  Just as long as no one found out.

And so, for the longest time we laid beside each other, up on one elbow,
arms around each other's waists, stroking, feeling, touching, squeezing.  I
was mesmerized by his bag, it was so big, and I enjoyed watching his balls
lazily move when I pushed on them.  The wrinkles and veins of his scrotum
pulsated, it was like this thing had a life of its own.  Always I went back
to stroking him.  His cock was long and kind of flat, and after I put my
hand around it there was about an inch or more left over at the top.
Sometimes I'd stroke it from the base up, sometimes from the head down.
Each change would bring a gasp or a moan from Dan.  Little quick strokes
just under the head until I could see that if I didn't stop he'd go to the
next level, then long lazy strokes from the scrotum up.  Occasionally I'd
grab some pubic hair and he'd yelp, I'd apologize and adjust my grip.
Sticky strings of stuff seeped out of his cock, onto my fingers and onto his
stomach.  Mine was quite dry by comparison.

My cock wasn't as big as his, he didn't seem to mind.  Dan seemed intrigued
by the way he could make my cock dance by running his finger tips lightly
along the underside, starting at the base and moving up to the head.  As his
fingers would brush the arrow shaped underside of the head, he would lighten
his touch, pull his hand away, trailing his fingers lightly on me, and my
cock would rise up to follow his touch, as if by magic.  I heard him
chuckle, and I watched him do as he did it to me.  I tried everything to
control that, but to no avail, my cock was jumping and bobbing at his
command.  I tried to make his do it, but I guess I didn't have the touch.

At first we talked to each other, "do you like this?" or "how does this
feel?", but soon the room was silent as we explored.

After a time, Dan suddenly just sat up, then bent over at the waist and took
my cock in his mouth.  I put my hands behind my head, leaned against the
wall and just enjoyed the view of his curly brown hair and muscular
shoulders as he bobbed up and down on my cock.  His hands explored my
scrotum and my ass, my stomach, my thighs.  I was in heaven for a time.

"I gotta get a glass of water, my mouth is dry."  Dan got down off the bunk
and went into the bathroom.  I watched his rock hard ass, broad shoulders,
small waist and tapered back as he walked out.  This was the difference
between keeping in shape and working out, this exceptional athlete.  It's
all in the muscles of the back, the shoulders and the glutes.  He came back
with a glass of water.  He walked into the room, naked except for his white
socks, his hardon boucing as he walked.  It was comical.  His long cock kind
of flattened when it was hard, and curved up towards his stomach, it was a
noticeable "u" shape.  He was beautiful, athletic but not overly muscled,
visible abs, good sized biceps with the vein visible just under the skin, a
dark patch of pubic hair and moderately hairy legs.  His chest was smooth,
and he had a little hair under his arms.  The man was a like Greek God, with
really the most handsome and masculine face.  Big brown eyes, beautiful
smile.

"Come here for a sec." he commanded.  Dan had a way of talking like that, in
short commands.  I got off the bed and stood in front of him as he took a
drink and then put the glass of water on the sidestand.  He looked at me,
started to say something, but couldn't, just stared in my eyes, his hands on
my shoulders, holding me at arm's length.  Then he pulled me close in a big
hug.  Even then I wasn't sure he was totally gay, I couldn't believe it.  I
didn't think I was, yet here I was naked and in the clutches of another
naked guy, and I was OK with it.

He released me, and started making his way down my body with his mouth.  My
neck, my armpit, my pecs, my stomach.  All the while his hands were
exploring my back and ass.  I could see he wasn't passionate about it, just
taking a respectable amount of time until he dropped to his knees and took
my cock into his mouth.  Or maybe he wasn't experienced, maybe he wasn't
ready to let it all out in front of me.  For a guy who was so bold in going
for what he wanted, he was quite shy about showing he enjoyed it.

With his hands on my hips, he gingerly put his mouth on the head of my cock,
then started moving down slowly, and back, and in again a little further,
then back, and finally getting about half way down the shaft.   Awesome.  I
had leaned back and was gripping onto the mattress rail on the top bunk as
he pulled me towards him, gripping my ass, taking me deep in his mouth.  I
could feel my feet almost leave the floor as he lifted me in those strong
arms, his flexed biceps wrapped around my legs.  This went on for some time,
but suddenly it all changed.

Again, I started out feeling funny as I struggled to get enough air, I was
panting and gasping and coming up short of breath.  Then sweat started to
form on my face and neck, and looking down at Dan I could see it glistening
on my chest.  I looked at my own fairly well muscled body in the strong arms
of Dan; I swear I was turning myself on.  An electric feeling was building
from somewhere around my pubic region, from way inside my body.  My thighs
were sensitive to his touch, my ass was responding to the touch of Dan's
hands.   I started to buck my hips a bit.  Dan got very turned on by this
and started fellating me with passion.  He cupped my balls, pulling down on
my scrotum, sliding his fingers into the sensitive area between it and my
ass, then hanging on to my ass again as I bucked and moaned in response.  He
didn't seem to care anymore, he was loving this and so was I.

I was well into phase 2, as I like to categorize the three stages of orgasm.
  Fast approaching the point of no return, I tried to warn Dan.  It came out
like "nnnggghhh!", I couldn't speak or remember how to speak.

I started to piston my hips, pumping Dan's face as I put my hands on his
shoulders.  He moved his hands around to the front of my hips, controlling
me so he wouldn't gag.  He had my whole cock in his mouth, his nose was
pressing into my pubic hair.  I fucked his face gently as the orgasm started
to build.

For a moment he took his mouth off me, leaning against my hip, his warm
breath panting over my glistening cock, arms around my waist, leaning
against me.  He stroked my cock as he caught his breath and massaged his
jaw.

"Hang on, give me a minute, hang on!" he panted.  I just held on to the bed
and moaned.  He took a drink of water and said "OK.  Go ahead, you can
finish this now."

He put his mouth back on my hot, aching dick.  Cold!  It sent me back, and
my scrotum started to ache from the pressure of unreleased cum.  With his
hands on my hips, he pulled me into his mouth, back and forth, until I
worked back up again.

And then from my toes, the top of my head, the tips of my fingers, and every
square inch of my body, it started to come.  The universe stood still for
about half a second, then I began to erupt as everything rushed through my
cock, swelling the passage and soothing the itch from the inside, out past
the slit of my cock and into Dan's mouth at rocket speed.  I swear I
understood the meaning of life at that moment, I might have even seen God.
With each thrust of my hips another torrent of cum tossed into his mouth.
The first three loads were at maximum intensity, and then slowly they waned
until it finally stopped.  Dan held on to my hips, swallowing and gulping.
I slowed my thrusting down, and finally came to rest.  My cock spasmed in
his mouth as it started to soften up, and he rested as I pulled it out
slowly.

I looked down my body past my stomach, at my patch of pubic hair and at my
red, glistening, semi-hard cock.  Dan was still on his knees, sitting on his
heels, his head hanging down, his cock still rock hard.  His mouth was open,
he was trying to slow down his breathing as his shoulders heaved, he looked
up at me.

I had to help him to his feet.  He reached over to the glass of water, took
a drink, swilled his mouth out a bit, and swallowed.  He finished off the
rest of the water, and fell into the bottom bunk, curled up facing me, hands
between his knees in the fetal position.  And looked over at the clock.

"Fuck, look at the time!" he yelled.  "My mother was supposed to be home 10
minutes ago!"  The magic was over.

He jumped out of bed, grabbed a pair of yellow nylon athletic shorts and
threw them on over his naked ass.  His huge hardon made a tent in the front
and peeked out over the waistband.  While I was scrambling to get my clothes
on, he opened the door and went across the hall to the bathroom.  I could
hear him brushing his teeth.

When he came back in the room he told me I'd better go before his mom came
home.  I patted his crotch through his shorts.  His cock jumped in my hand,
and he gave me a little smile.

"I owe you, Dan.  Thanks."  My new best friend was going to see a lot of me
in the next few years.