Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2010 21:29:24 EST
From: Aragon76@aol.com
Subject: Steve And Mike

If your not 18 you shouldn't be reading this come back when your old
enough.  This story contains sex between two males without the use of  condoms.
I strongly urge any male out there having sex with other males to  use
condoms.  Being safe is the only way to play and live a healthy life  without the
fear of std's.  Be smart. Be safe. If you enjoy this story let  me know I
enjoyed writing this and might continue with some more of this story  and
what happens between Mike and Steve.  All rights belong to the author.  Contact
me at _Aragon76@aol.com_ (mailto:Aragon76@aol.com)  with  comments thoughts
and suggestions you might have. Enjoy if nothing else!


It was the summer of '78 that I first met him. He was my Greek  Adonis.
Everything you could want, or I least everything that I  wanted.  He was about
an inch taller than me but it seemed more like a  foot.  Sandy brown hair
that never seemed out of place no matter what he  was doing.  And his eyes
sparked in the sun and danced their way right into  my heart, I melted every
time I looked into them.  I couldn't said no to  him, no matter what  he could
possibly have  asked me to do at that  point in time I would have. Without
any questions, without any hesitation and  with no regrets,  it was just my
willingness to please him in anyway I  could. He truly was the alpha and I
was the omega in our friendship.  I  liked it that way, even if it was one
sided on my part.  I was just the  opposite of him my hair never looked good
no matter what I did to try and  control it. I was overweight and was totally
self-conscious about myself. Here I  was a gay man living in a time that
being gay was not the thing to do. It was  the kiss of death to come out and
tell people that sort of thing. I couldn't  possibly have told him how I felt
about him.  I knew it would possibly mean  losing touch with a man that I
was deeply in love with.  Whatever the price  I had to pay to be with him, I
was willing to pay.  Just as long as I had  time to spend with him.

Of course there was only one problem, Sandy.  What he saw in her  I
couldn't understand for the life of me. Yea, okay she was pretty, had a  wonderful
laugh and always seemed to know the right thing to say to you no  matter
what the situation. Well maybe I could see what he saw in her. But Barbie  and
Ken had nothing on the two of them when they were together, and that was
pretty much all the time. So there I was, stuck in a place that had no
possible  future for him and I.  And killing someone just wasn't a good idea.   It
seems that too many people frown on that type of thing.  Even more so  when
it's just for love. At the same time I enjoyed the friendship I had with
both of them.  Of course  I was jealous of what she had and that was  him. I
kept wondering what I could possibly do that would drive them apart from
one another. And the more I thought about it the harder it was to think of
anything that would do the trick.  I was subjected to sitting there  watching
them have fun together, watching them hold each other, kiss each other.
Doing everything that I wanted to do with him. So for the longest time I just
pretended it was me sitting there with him and not her. Most times
pretending  didn't do the trick and the ugly green monster inside of me would rear
its  demonic head and I would be forced to leave the room. I had to admit that
I just  could not stand their happiness. It was just all wrong as far as I
was  concerned. I was miserable when the three of us spent any time together
but I  kept subjecting myself to it so that I could at least spend time
with  Steve.

Our friendship grew as time passed; it just kept getting  stronger.  I
would meet up with him whenever it was possible.  We both  worked a second
shift; I was working in a restaurant and in was in the military.  Fortunately he
was stationed at an Air Force Base that was close enough for him  to
commute to everyday.  So I would get done work about twelve thirty or  one o'clock
and would be on my way to his parents house to wait for his arrival,  which
was usually about one thirty or two o'clock. I didn't actually wait at his
house.  There was a fire station that was about four houses away from
Steve's house and sat about fifty feet higher in elevation. I was able to sit in
the parking lot of the fire station and see when he would pull into the
driveway. I would then proceed to his house.  I probably could have sat in
his driveway and waited but I never wanted to be sitting there with his
parents  in the house, it just felt wrong.  But this was time for him and I;
Sandy  wasn't around during those times, lucky me.  We would spend the next few
hours by ourselves, laughing, joking and talking about everything.  Well,
almost everything, I couldn't under any circumstances tell him how I
actually  felt about him.  And that wasn't easy; when we got together it was to
party.  And that we did.  Smoking weed and drinking to all hours of  the
morning before passing out.  Sometimes I stayed there, due to the fact  that I
would just fall asleep on his bed. In the morning I would  just get  up and
off to work I would go. I'd stop on my way to grab a shower and head to  work
to begin the process all over again.  Other times I dragged myself out  of
his house and somehow found my way home, and by the grace of God, without
getting stopped by the police on the way there. This was a routine that went
on  for some time.

A lot of times Stephen and I would go riding in his car.  That  was his
given name, Stephen Allan Craigen. If we were joking around I would call  him
Stevie. I realize now that many of us during those years did the same
thing.  Jump in the car with a bag of weed and papers and off we would go,
spending hours in the car, with the radio on just having a good time without the
worry of getting caught or spied on by our parents. After all, we were not
able  to afford living on our own at that point in time. It's not so much we
weren't  interested in doing that, we just couldn't.  So the car became
our  "apartment" so to speak. With the radio blaring and the windows down our
night  out would begin. I remember a particular event that happened in the
middle of  winter on one of our rides. We were traveling on this highway
that had recently  been opened to the public. The was a light mist of rain and
snow falling, it  wasn't really raining and it wasn't really snowing, but
the moisture as it hit  the pavement froze.  If you went slow it wasn't a
problem if you went to  fast you'd get yourself into an accident. At one point
Steve leans over to me a  little bit and says

"Watch this." His voice was low and  confident. I had known him long
enough to realize that he was going to do  something. And with that thought in my
mind I really began to panic. He was a  daredevil. He would take what he
knew and sometimes push it to the limit. I had  a sick feeling in my stomach,
and no time to do anything about it.

"What are you going to....." And before I could say anything, he  stomped
on the brake and gave the steering wheel a quick jerk to the left. The  car
began to spin, I shut my eyes, I grabbed the arm rest, stomped my feet to
the floor and braced myself for the inevitable. I had to look I had to know
when  it was coming I wanted to as much as possible be able to look at what
we were  going to hit. Trees did in fact line the highway on both sides, I
just wanted to  know which side we were going to hit.  We didn't, after four
full  revelations we came to a stop not a complete stop but at least we weren
't  spinning anymore.  Instead the car was heading straight ahead. Steve
stepped on the gas and we were on our way.

"Breath, Michael, just breath." was all he said to me.

"What the fuck where you thinking! Are you fucking crazy?!" I was
screaming at him I was furious at him. I felt like I wanted to beat the shit out
of him.
"Have you lost your mind? You could have killed us! No,  wait you weren't
thinking, that's the problem. You never think about these  things you just
friggin do them. Did you think about letting me out first before  you did
that? Of course not, and that's just the thing Steve you don't .."

:"Michael, stop. I knew what I was doing. Your okay aren't you?" He  was
reasoning with me. Making me think even though I was totally pissed at him
at the moment. He was taking the tone he always took with me when he was
trying  to calm me down about whatever was going on at that moment.

"I knew what would happen when I stepped on the brake and jerked the
wheel. We are on a perfectly straight road. I must admit that heading in the
right direction might no work out, but it did. And no one was on the  road."

I had to listen to his reasoning after all. Steve didn't take  unnecessary
risks if he didn't have to. And he was a fanatic when it came to  things
about his car and his driving. His career in the military was being a jet
engine mechanic. And he had grown up around cars and engines all his life. He
knew how they worked and how they responded to certain things. He learned to
drive at an early age. He also learned how to fly. His father had owned a
bus  company and one of his uncle's had owned a garage, both of which were
right  around the corner from his house. So when he talked about car's and
engines I  knew he was talking about something he knew a great deal about. I
respected him  for that, it was something I understood very little of. But he
wasn't off the  hook yet.

"Still, you could have killed me, you could have asked me first you  know."
I said with as much anger in it as I could.

"You would  have said no in the first place, and I didn't have time to ask
you once I  thought about doing it." His tone was half apologetic and half
jovial he was  getting to me to the point he knew I would give in to his
reasoning.

I caved in. I never could stay mad at him, no  matter how many times he
scared me. And it seemed he like to do that to me more  times than I care to
count. I often wondered why he got such a kick out of  making me piss my pants
so much.

And before to long the impossible happened, Sandy and he went their
separate ways. I was there for him, his shoulder to cry on, what else was I to
do?  I was after all his friend, more like brothers during that time in his
life.  I understood his pain all to well; I was living his pain everyday
that I spent with him.  I knew how he felt with Sandy not in his life, he
wasn't in mine the way I wanted him.  But no matter what I couldn't tell  him
that in anyway. You know what they say, time heals all wounds.  And  slowly
and surely Steve started healing.  And a man who I was still deeply  in love
with became a better and closer best friend.  We were  inseparable.
Wherever he was, I was.

I remember across the street from his house was a farm that rented  out
horses for you to go horseback riding.  He wanted to go, I was  terrified.  I
was only ever on a horse once, and the damn thing ran away  with me on his
back holding on for dear life.  Think I was going to tell  Steve that?  No
way, he wanted me to go with him on this little adventure,  I agreed and so we
went to the barn to see a man named George.  Of course  George knew Steve,
he had grown up across from that farm all his life.  In  that small time
forgotten little town in the rustic woods of southeastern  Pennsylvania. And by
horseback Valley Forge National Park was just a stones  throw away.  So off
he and I headed, for an afternoon of horseback riding  through Valley
Forge.  It was early spring and still had a bit of winter  wind in the air, but
the sun was blazing and it felt wonderful just to be there  in that moment of
time.  I can still see him sitting there, just as natural  looking as the
man in the Marlboro commercial. Remember him?  Tall rugged  and good looks to
match.  Steve was in his element sitting on that horse,  he'd done it so
many times before.  And there I sat not in my element  acting like it was just
another day, nothing exciting, and nothing  unusual.  But my heart was
pounding, my mouth was dry and it didn't matter,  what did matter was that I was
alone with him.  He took off across the  field at a full throttle holding
nothing back!  I was terrified, but I took  hold of those reins, clamped my
knees together as tight as I could, stood up a  little and directed my horse
to follow him, and he did.  My heart was in my  throat the entire time, my
knuckles were white from holding onto the reins so  tightly, but I wasn't
about to stop, I wasn't about to give up.  I wasn't  going to let Steve think
any less of me for telling him how I actually  felt.  What did it matter?
Like I said I was with him for that moment  A moment forever etched in my
mind, to this day I play that memory over and over  again in my head. With great
fondness and love.

Days passed and finally Steve was leaving the military.  No  longer
working and driving sixty miles one way five days a week.  That  meant we had more
time to spend together.  And spend it we did.  Steve  needed a job; I was
managing a pizza restaurant at the time, so of course I was  more than happy
to oblige him and more than willing to give him that job.   What could be
better, now we had the same hours?  Our lives were almost  spent entirely
together. We worked hard and we played hard.  I was in my  glory I had him in my
life more and more.  Of course he didn't realize how  much he meant to me,
he didn't realize how much more I had fallen in love with  him.  But it was
getting worse everyday that went by, for me at  least.  For him, I was just
his friend and his brother that's how close we  had become since that first
day that I laid eyes on him. To be honest with you,  it was August 23, 1978,
that was the day that I first met him.  I will  remember that day until the
day I die.  When someone like him enters your  life, it's a moment you
don't forget.

Of course in the natural progression of things, the owner of the
restaurant I was managing decided to open another restaurant about twenty miles
away and he offered me the opportunity to help him open it and manage the new
store.  Of course I jumped at the opportunity.  So I moved to be  closer to
my job, instead of commuting everyday back and forth after working  fourteen
to sixteen hours a day in the beginning.  Steve packed his things  and we
found an apartment together.  I was in heaven, we ate, we drank, we  got
high, and we did everything together.  And that included him walking  around the
apartment with no clothes on.  The first time I saw him with  none on, my
heart actually skipped a beat and I had to hold onto the chair I was
standing by so that I wouldn't fall down.  And it took all of my will power  not to
look down his stomach, past his treasure trail and see the most beautiful
penis I had ever laid my eyes on.  I couldn't breath, I was trying to burn
the image in my brain, if I never saw him again in this state of undress I
didn't want to forget it.  I did a good job, Even to this day I can see him
standing there holding his towel on the way to take a shower.  His still
boyish face, his flat stomach, his unblemished skin, not a hair out of place
and  there before me stood my Adonis.  My heart ached, as I stood there I
began  to slowly realize that I was trembling. I made a beeline for my
bedroom, up the  stairs, closed the door, heart pounding through my chest and into
my  brain.  At that moment I couldn't see anything else but him standing
there  before me, that Greek God, my best friend, my other brother, the man of
my  dreams.  At that moment I would have moved heaven and earth to have
thrown  my arms around him and kiss those moist hot sexy lips that God had so
perfectly  placed upon his angelic face. And I knew that it couldn't be, deep
in my heart I  knew, what was to never take place.  I broke down and cried,
the tears fell  down upon my face, down to my t-shirt I was wearing, and I
couldn't stop nor  could I let him hear me in my time of agony and loss and
hurt.  I kept  telling myself to get over it, move on, forget it, I knew the
reality when I  first met him, and yet it made no difference I still fell in
love with him and  at that single moment my heart was broken.  The man I
was holding so near  in my heart, the only one I had ever let get that close
to knowing me, I truly  knew and accepted at that very moment, it just wasn't
going to happen.   Even if I had dared to tell him the truth, it wouldn't
have mattered.  I  just knew he would never love me back the way I wanted or
more like needed him  to love me.  I wondered how it would feel to have
inside of me, that  connection that moment in time when two souls really come
together as one,  sharing each other in passion, in love, and in respect.  And
it just wasn't  going to happen.  I cried myself to sleep that night; I
wanted nothing to  do with anyone or anything.  Especially Steve, and that made
it that much  worse because he had no idea how I felt or what I was going
through.  I was  there for him when Sandy and him went their separate ways, I
was his shoulder to  cry on, but he couldn't return the favor, how could
he? He had to idea how I  felt and why I was being so moody.

I slipped into autopilot for the next few weeks.  I changed the  schedule
so that he and I weren't working together as much.  I was opening  the
restaurant in the morning and he was closing the place at night.  Our  paths
crossed for a few hours at work and Sundays when the place was  closed.  It
wasn't perfect, but it made the time I did spend with him a lot  more bearable
for me.  Little did he know.

As always, time marched on and things began to change.  My  brother was
getting out of the military and not in a good way.  He was  currently in
Leavenworth for drugs and a few other charges.  In order to  get out he basically
needed a sponsor that gave assurance to the military that  he would have a
place to stay and a job lined up when he was released. Me being  the kind
soul and wanting him to be released gave him both.  I could put  him to work
at the restaurant and he could share the rent with Steve and  I.  His problem
solved, and perhaps my problem would be a little less with  a distraction
around to keep my busy doing something else with my brother. About  the same
time I had a cousin who was looking for employment and a place to live,  the
four of us banded together and signed a lease on a townhouse.  What  could
be better, I now had two others living with Steve and I that would give me
plenty to do with all of us living together.

I was never more wrong in my life; this was a disaster in the  making.
The drugs flowed a little more freely, the alcohol cabinet never  seemed to be
empty, and instead of going out to the bars to get our drinks, we  all
stayed home when we weren't working and had one continuous party.   Girls came
and went in our household, Roy and Steve brought the most, and Gary  had his
girlfriend Eileen.  And I had no one, but to everyone else that's  what I
wanted, I just wanted to work and party I didn't have time for women, who
needed them?  I didn't need them, didn't want them, but I still wanted  Steve.
I just knew the score and where I stood, I knew it wasn't going to  change,
and I wasn't trying to kid myself into thinking that it would.  So  at
least I was content in that reality of my life.

But as much as I was in control of my life, destiny or fate whatever  you
want to call it has a way of playing out the reality of truth.   Sometimes
we like the way it plays out and sometimes we don't, but one way or  the
other, destiny does rear its head.  And in a very short time, a destiny  of mine
was going to play itself out.

In those few rare moments that we were living together, you found
yourself alone in the house, a peacefulness would fill the walls that would at  all
other times be noisy and over flowing with people. And that one day I found
myself alone in my thoughts, happy to be there not thinking of anyone or
anything special.  Just me and the music in the background.  It was  the
fall and that cold damp wet weather had set in the hills of  Pennsylvania.  My
thoughts turned to a nice hot shower, with no one there  to bother me or
pushing me to hurry up and get out.  We did have two full  bathrooms in the
place, but only one had a huge walk in shower with two  showerheads to let the
hot water run down your body and just warm you up and  make you relax.
Every time I had the chance I would jump in and let the  water wash all over me
and just get lost in my thoughts.  More than once I  lost my load down that
drain.  Lost in a sea of water, given to none,  shared with none. And I had
begun to accept the fact, that it was probably going  to stay that way for a
very long time.  Staying with all of them gave me  little hope that I was
going to find someone for me.  How could I, if I did  that, it would have
meant telling the three other people I was living  with.  For sure I would have
lost at least two.  My cousin had a  bigger heart, I think he would have
understood and accepted me for what I was.  My brother made it clear how he
felt about those things, and Steve I was sure  would just hate me for either
not telling him, or hate me because I would have  to tell him the whole truth
of the matter.

He was the one that changed everything maybe he had planned that  way.  I
was alone in the shower, music up, door closed.  And he  pounded on the
door, my knees buckled, I thought I was going to pass out he  scared the shit
out of me with the pounding he was doing.  I finally came  to my senses.

"What do you want?"

"I need to use the bathroom"

"Go to the other one, I'm taking a shower. Leave me alone!"

"I can't," he screamed at me louder.

"Why not?"

"The toilet is fucked up and we can't use it till they come fix  it."

My mind is racing, I can't let him in, maybe he can walk around the  house
naked and not care who sees him, but I grew up being very self-conscious
about the way I looked without clothes on.  I wasn't anywhere near the  model
type.  I had a stomach, perhaps it wasn't as big as when I was in  high
school, but I was still overweight, and not proud of it or my body.

"Wait!" I screamed back at him
"Give me a minute or two,  I'll be out and you can get it, just give me a
minute to finish up, I'll be  fast"

"No fucking way, I'm coming in, I've got to piss NOW!"

And before I could respond or do anything he was busting through the
door.  I turned my back to him I was dying inside.  I just wanted him  to hurry
and get out.
"What's your problem?"

"I don't have one, I just don't like sharing the bathroom, when I'm  just
trying to chill out and relax, that's all."

He started laughing at me.

"What's the matter, I catch you beating off?"

A few more minutes later and he might have, but I wasn't going to let  him
know that, even if I did want to say it to him.

"I wasn't beating off, and if I was, what's it to you anyway? What I  do
in here is my business"

I was getting pissed and was starting to get annoyed with him; I  wanted
him out not a conversation that kept him in the bathroom with me.

"Maybe I need a shower!" The sarcasm was oozing out of his mouth with
that comment.

" I'll be out in a few minutes, you can come back then and take the
shower for as long as you want."

I was turning red I could feel the heat in my face as he stood there
looking at me.  And I knew he was looking. But I wasn't going to turn  around, I
couldn't, he'd see me.  He's see that I was fully erect I was  harder than
I had been in a long time.  God why can't he leave me  alone?

His voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Why  don't I just get in with you now and then I won't have to turn the
water back  on?  I can just take over the shower and you can leave when you're
done?"

My heart stopped.  Was he serious?  Was he really  going to get in the
shower with me?  I was in a panic, I felt like throwing  up.  I couldn't think
fast enough or come up with a reason to get him out  of the bathroom.  After
all, it was just us two guys, we both had been in  the military, I've
showered with other guys before, the shower was big enough, I  could finish and
just get out within a minute or so.  And yet I couldn't  even move.  The air
was stuck in my throat and nothing was going in or out  at the moment.

 "What ever" was the only thing that I could get out.  And  I couldn't
move.  There was no way I could let him see me like this, how  was I going to
get by him without him seeing me stiff as granite? The next sound  I heard
was the door of the shower being opened and there he was about foot away  from
me.  He directed the other showerhead away from me and directed it  towards
himself.  I stood there trying to rinse the shampoo out of my hair  and get
the rest of the soap off of me.  I was trying to hurry and trying  so hard
not to let him see me in my current state of absolute lust and  desire.

Without realizing it, he reached around me to get the soap from the  soap
dish, in doing so his hand touched my back, I jumped a mile and gasped for
air at the same time.

"Wow, relax, I'm just getting the soap, I'm not going to rape you  Mikey"
I hated when he called me Mikey well not hated, he just called me that
because of the commercial about Life cereal. he thought I looked like that kid
only older.  He didn't say to be mean, It was just the way he said it that
annoyed me.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought for sure he could hear it,  and
would know how I felt at that moment.

"No, you just startled me, you should have just asked me for it, I  could
have handed it to you"

"You were rinsing off, I didn't want to stop you, so I just figured I
would get it myself, you okay now?"

"Yea, sure fine, like I said, you just startled me" I was trying to  stay
as calm and controlled as I could be, But it wasn't easy with him standing
so close to me.  And the worst was that my hard on was not going down, if
anything the stone inside of it was getting harder.  I was finally rinsed
off, now all I had to do was turn slightly and wedge my way past him and out
to  grab a towel and bolt to my bedroom before he realized anything.

"Hey, before you get out, do me a favor"

Oh god, what could he possibly want me to do before I got out of the
shower?  My mind was racing; thinking just let me get out of here before I
explode.  What came out of my mouth wasn't what I wanted to come out.

"What do you want?"

"Wash my back for me, it's been so long since Sandy did it, and I  just
like it being done once in a blue moon, figured your in here, maybe you
wouldn't mind"

It was so honest and sincere the way he said it.  My heart was  melting my
will to leave was crumbling. How was I going to survive if I actually
touched him?  In the shower with no clothes on?  How was I going to  say no, I
couldn't do this, I can't touch him, and I just can't.

"Yea, sure no problem Steve"

What the fuck was I thinking? Why did I say that? With that he  grabbed me
by the shoulder to turn me towards him a little and to hand me the  soap.
And just as quickly, he turned around and he was facing away from  me.  Did
he not see my erection?  Was he just acting like nothing was  wrong?  Or
that it was no big deal? And there I stood with the soap in one  hand and a
face cloth in the other.  Dear God, just let me get through this  as quickly as
possible and let me get out of the shower was all that I was  thinking as I
stood there looking at his back, his ass, his legs.  God how  am I going to
do this?

"What are you waiting for?  Come on and just wash my back, I'm  not going
to bite you! Well, not unless you want me to" He laughed as he  finished
that last little bit of sentence. Did he really say that to me was he  kidding,
or was he serious?  I couldn't tell either way.  And that was  one thing I
was unsure of with Steve sometimes, he said things sometimes and I  wasn't
sure if he really meant it or if he was really just joking around.

"Hold on" I stammered

Slowly I lathered up the facecloth with soap, trying to avoid that  what I
wanted most, to touch him.  It just wasn't the way I wanted to touch  him.
I had to control myself, I just had to wash his back real quick, get  the
job done and get out.  I remembered back in boot camp there was a guy  who
had a broken arm and a problem with his other arm. While we were in the
shower together he asked me to help him wash his back and the arm that wasn't in
a cast.  I tried to think of that moment now.  And kept telling  myself, it'
s just like that time, I was just helping him out, nothing wrong with
that.  My brain was thinking all this, but the rest of my body was telling  me
something different.  Who was I kidding? I started at the top of his  neck
and was just working on his shoulders, but I seemed to get stuck there I
wasn't going any further down.

"That feels good," he muttered. I was pressing harder than I thought  and
was giving him a backwash and rub at the same time.

"Keep doing that, but go lower my lower back is killing me today" he
seemed to half say this and half moan this was I imaging things?

I went lower, keeping my eyes on his neck, and just barely looking  near
his ass, I looked at long enough to know I wasn't going any closer.  I  just
kept going in circles from his lower back and then back up to his  shoulders.

"mmmmm, god that feels so good right now" he moaned

And this time I wasn't imaging things, he did moan as he said  that.  His
body was limp in front of me.  He placed his hands against  the shower wall
to lean into the wall a little.

"Press a little harder, would you?  What your doing is really  hitting the
right spot and its just enough pressure to loosen my muscles"

"Yeah sure" I croaked.  I could stand there all day if he asked  me to.
Especially at that moment.  Just like always I would do  whatever he asked of
me.  Who was I to say no to him?  I was  mesmerized standing there doing
this to him, lost in my thoughts of trying not  to think about what I really
wanted at that moment.  And yet it was all I  could think of, I was day
dreaming, just washing and rubbing, drifting between  my fantasy and reality.

"Mmmm, oh Mike...." it was almost a whisper and I only half heard it  in
my current state of thought.

Trying to answer him and  sound indifferent to the whole situation, the
only thing that came from my  throat was a half whisper, a half plea of desire,
a gruff sounding

"Yea Steve"

"Go lower Mike, please go lower...."

There was no lower to go than to his beautiful ass, those perfect  mounds
of flesh that just begged to be touched, to be held with lust and  desire.

"Steve.....I.....its your...."

"Please Mike...I need you to....to touch me like your doing, please
just.. I need to be..."
"Steve...I" I stammered trying to find the  words.  I just moved in closer
dropped the cloth to the floor and with both  hands I began to slowly rub
down his lower back, to the top of those mounds  until the globes of his flesh
were in my hands.  I was barely breathing and  neither was he. If was
nothing but jagged breaths.  And that was all you  could hear in the silence of
the shower.  His head dropped lower, his body  relaxed even more than before.

My body froze, I pulled my  hands back I took two steps back away from him.
What was going on?   How could I do this to him, he had no idea this
couldn't be happening this way.  My mind was reeling my emotions were in turmoil.
I bolted out of the shower, out  of the bathroom and into my bedroom
slamming the door behind me. My breathing  was rough and unsteady I was shaking
from head to toe. What had I done?   Why did I let him talk me into doing
that?  There was still soap on my  hands the and the hair on the back of my neck
was dripping down my back. I  grabbed the comforter off my bed and wrapped
around me, and leaned back against  the door. I didn't want him coming into
my room, I couldn't face him. What did  he think of me? I knew in my heart
for sure that he hated me. I had crossed the  line, I went to far what little
thread of hope I had of his still being my  friend was gone.

The door handled moved he was standing on the other side trying to  get
in.  I wanted to throw up.  And I had no where to go and no where  to hide.

"Mike.. let me in.. please, please let me.."

I was  silent I just couldn't talk I didn't know what to say to him. How
could I look  him in the face or worse in the eyes?

"Come on Mike.. we need to talk.. I need to talk...Please let me  in"

"I can't." I half cried as I said it. " You don't understand and you
never will, there's nothing you can say, let's just forget it, please go  away'

"I can't and won't forget it" now he sounded half angry.

"You have to Steve, please don't make me do this!" I was biting my  lower
lip I wasn't going to cry I didn't want him to know I was feeling at the
moment.

"I'm not going away from this door no matter how long it takes, I'll
stand here all night if you make me." He wasn't angry anymore, he was just
talking to me just like he always talked to me.  How could I be mad at  him?  I
could I shut him out? Hell, how could I let him in? Just what was  he going
to do to me or worse say to me? I was standing there trying so hard to
think it had happened so fast from okay one minute to me bolting out the door
the next.

"You must hate me" I didn't think I had said it loud enough for him  to
hear me say it. I had half felt it in my heart and was just thinking, I just
hadn't realized I thought it out loud. Seconds went by and time felt like it
wasn't even moving.

"Mike. . please I'm not mad, not at you anyway." He had lowered his  voice
when he said it.

I stood there frozen not sure what to do, not sure what to say. I was
trying to take in what he had just said. He's not mad, not at me anyway. What
did that mean? Was I ready to face him could I seriously talk to him at this
very moment?

"Please Mike please, just let me in. Please talk to me. I'm not going  to
go away from this door Mike. I mean it." He was determined I could hear it
in  his voice. Sometimes I hated when he got that tone it meant he wasn't
going to  give up. At the same time it was one of his qualities that I admired
in him.  When Steve was determined he didn't give in or give up until
whatever was at  hand was done and dealt with, it was a quality I lacked. Or at
least I thought I  did. The door handled was jiggling.  I had to make a
decision I had to  either send him away or I had to  let him in and hear what he
had to say to  me. I wanted to throw up I wanted the earth to open up and
just let me fall in.  I hate any kind of confrontation that involves emotion.
And this confrontation  was completely fueled by emotion.

"MICHAEL!" Now he was screaming at me.

"Don't yell at me Steve, that's not going to do solve this."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to yell at you, I just want to talk. We need  to
talk this out. I'm sorry Mike." He was being sincere, at least it sounded
that way. How could I tell him no? I pulled away from the door and took
hold of  the doorknob, I stepped back and pulled the door open. My heart was in
my throat  pounding so hard it almost hurt. I was looking at the floor when
he walked in. I  could feel his eyes looking at me. I felt like they were
burning into my  soul.

"You going to look at me Mike?" It said with compassion and warmth. I
looked up at him. I couldn't move I couldn't talk, I was just standing  there.

"It's not the end of the world, you didn't do   anything wrong." What did
he mean I didn't do anything wrong?

"I did do something wrong, I shouldn't have touched your..." I was
trying to say the words out loud. I was trying to tell him that I was touching
his ass, when I knew I shouldn't have been. I just couldn't, they weren't
coming  out.

"my ass." he said it for me. I looked back down at the  floor, I couldn't
look at him, I couldn't look into those eyes of his. He walked  up closer to
me and put his hands on my shoulders. I started shaking and I  couldn't
help it. I don't even know why.

"Take hold of yourself, slow down and take a deep breath for me  Mike."
Why did he always sound logical? I did as he said and  took a deep  breath.

"Maybe you should sit down while we talk."

"Yea, that might be a good idea."? Slowly he took me and turned me
around and guided me to the bed and sat  me down. I pulled the comforter  tighter
around me as much as I could. Still not fully looking into his eyes,  more
like I was focusing on his forehead. I just figured if he looked at me at
that moment I would completely break down and be unable to say anything to
him.  And for the first time since he walked in I realized he had nothing on.
Oh god,  how was I going to get through this with him looking like that? It
was going to  be hard to concentrate.

"You have to know that you did nothing wrong Mike, nothing that I  didn't
let you do. I want you to know that right up front." It took a minute for
that statement to sink it. I did nothing that he didn't want me to do?

"You mean to say that what I did you wanted me to do?"

"No...I mean yes...I don't know...not when I got in the shower, not  at
first."

"What do you mean not at first, what made you change your mind, what
happened all of sudden to make you think differently?"

"When I asked you to wash my back, its all I wanted was just that for  you
to wash my back, I just thought it would be nice to have done to me. And
who  else could I ask to have that done to me?" For a minute there was a
silence.

"Who else am I that comfortable with that would wash my back?   Who else
could I step into the shower with? Without feeling really weird?"

"So now what? What is it that we need to talk about?" There was a  knot
in my stomach.  I was half afraid of what he was going to say to  me.  I wasn'
t sure what he had in that head of his.

"I don't know how or where to begin." For the first time since I had
come to know him I saw him falter for words, like he was lost and not sure
which  way to turn next.

"What about at the beginning?" It said it confidently, like I knew  what
he was going to tell me.

"After Sandy and I went our  separate way, you were there for me.  No
matter what I did or said or even  if I started crying, you were just there for
me. I want you to know even though  I never said it, I thank you for being
there." He took a deep breath and sighed  long and slow, like a weight was
coming off his shoulders.

"Anyway, my point was that you were there.  And every day there  after.
You and I got close, I had never been so close to anyone like you and I  were
becoming. You just made me feel good about myself you made me think about
things I never thought about. And then one day I began to think I loved you.
And  it scared the hell out of me." He was looking at me and at the same
time he was  playing with his hands like he was nervous. I just sat there and
looked at him.  I didn't know what to think at that moment.

"Why did it scare you so much Steve? Were you afraid of what that  meant?
Were you afraid of what others would say?" I was trying to be calm  because
I had no room to talk about being afraid of others would  think, I
certainly cared what they thought, it kept me from telling anyone about  me.

"No, I wasn't afraid of them or anyone else, I was afraid of you." He
stopped and looked into my eyes. He was afraid of ME?

"Why, why Steve, what made you afraid of me?"

"I thought for sure you would hate me, I thought for sure you  wouldn't
want to be my friend anymore, so I didn't say anything. And for a long  time
I was afraid of what I was feeling. I never felt this way for another guy
in my life, it was a scary feeling to me. But then I thought as long as we
were  together and were having fun, why spoil it with me trying  to tell you
that  I had these feelings for you. I just kept thinking I would lose you,
every time  I even began to think about telling you."  It broke my heart to
see him  like this, so unsure and scared. It was like I was seeing Steve for
the first  time.  I was seeing someone that I didn't know, and yet I did know
him,  just not like this, it was a first that's for sure. I wanted to blurt
out  everything to him and at the same time I was afraid to go to fast, I
didn't want  to scare him off at this stage of the game.

"Steve...I know exactly how you felt. When you left Sandy I knew that  I
that I had feelings for you to and just like you I didn't know how to tell
you  without the risk of losing my friendship with you, I just couldn't tell
you.  Funny it was the exact same reasons that you couldn't tell me," It just
got  silent for a few minutes, neither one of us saying anything or neither
one us  moving a muscle. I didn't know which way to go next. I was shaking
inside I was  just so unsure with him at that moment.

"So....where do we go from here?" his voice was husky when he spoke,  like
he was afraid to say, just like me, unsure of what exactly we were going to
do with this new relationship. A relationship that neither one of had ever
had  experience with. Yea, he wasn't a virgin anymore he had been to bed
with  Sandy.  But neither one of us had been in bed with another man before
this.  And I hadn't been to bed with a women either.  I was totally  lost as
to what to do next.  I certainly had ideas but ideas are one thing  acting
on them is entirely different when that moment comes along in your life  for
the first time.

He took my hand and placed it in both of his and just started kind of
massaging my hand and he looked into my eyes.  I was lost, I was shaking  both
on the inside and on the outside.

"Are you cold?" he was concerned the way he asked me.

"Yes and no." I said with my voice both coming out as a squeak and  with
little force. I sounded so stupid I thought to myself.

"You excited or are you scared?"

"Yea... I never...you know."  I could hardly hold his gaze as I  said the
words. Steve never new that I was a virgin. It was a unknown fact  between
he and I. My face was burning red, I was sure he had have thought I was  an
idiot.

"It's okay you know. Do you want to wait? I could hear it in his  voice as
he said those words. He wanted to keep going and didn't want to stop at
that moment, but he thought about me first and was thinking about what I
wanted.  I could have cried at that exact moment in time.

"No, just remember, I've never done this before and I'll be honest  and
tell you right now that I'm a little scared." He looked at me for a minute
and didn't say anything, but now he took both of my hands and held them to his
chest and just held them there.

"This is new to me to, and I wouldn't do anything to you that you  don't
want me to do. I don't want to hurt you in anyway, so if were going to do
this we'll do it at your pace and if you say stop, I will, I promise."  He
just kept looking at me and just kept holding my hands to his chest. With all
the courage I could muster I looked him in the eye.

"Do you want to finish that back rub or do you want to just stay here
with me?" I was quivering inside so bad. It took everything I had inside me to
get that whole thought out without sounding stupid.

"Why don't we go back to the shower, but this time I'm going to wash  your
back. Just like you were doing to me.  I want to show you how good  your
hands felt on me."

"Steve...I'm shaking inside right now so bad.....I hope I don't
disappoint...

"Stop, right now, don't say anything else." He stood up and pulled me  up
at the same time. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me hard against
him.

"You could never disappoint me Michael...I know that just by the way  you
washed my back in that shower and by the way you handled my body. And then
you were trying to behave yourself because you though you couldn't touch me
the  way you wanted.  I honestly can't even begin to imagine what it's going
to  feel like when you can touch me the way you want to and I let you." He
sounded  so sure so confident when he told me this. I just wanted to melt
right then and  there. With that he leaned into me put his lips on mine, put
his hands on both  sides of my jaw and holding my face in place he kissed me,
slowly and softly. By  this point I was so hard it hurt. And I could feel
he was just as hard as we  stood there arms around each other just kissing
and holding each other tight.

"Come on, let's go jump into a warm shower and I'll show you just how
good of a job you were doing when you were washing my back.  It's only fair
that I do just as good a job as you did, but maybe I can put some more
pressure  into it." He dropped his tone as he rattled off the last sentence. I
started to  wonder what he had in mind and would I be able to handle it? I
certainly wanted  to that's for sure.

"Steve...remember....this is my first..."

"I told you not to worry, we'll go at a pace your can handle,  whatever we
do, it's all up to you Mike, the last thing I want is to hurt you in  any
way, or do something that you don't want me to do....understand?" He was
firm when he said it but at least I knew it was going to be okay. I was just
hoping that I would be able to handle Steve, he didn't have a huge cock, but
it  was certainly big enough, especially when it was hard.  And right now it
was like solid steel. About eight inches of solid steel.

Okay Steve, it's up to me, I get it. I'm just nervous that's all... I
just want to make sure that I take care of you and satisfy you." I couldn't
help  it, my self esteem was a little on the low side, had been ever since I
was a  kid, guess it was showing up at the worst possible time in my life.

"MICHAEL!"  he stopped in the hallway dead in his tracks, turned  around
grabbed me by my shoulders. I was sure at that very moment he was going  to
end it right then and there.  This was it, we weren't going any further,  we
weren't going to the shower and he was going to tell me to go back to my
room  and forget the whole thing.

"I'm only going to say this one more time so listen to me very  carefully"
He was being very firm and dead serious. "You and I are going to go  into
this relationship on the same level, we've both never done this before,
right? So, since it's new to both of us, we have nothing to worry about, we are
going to learn this together, at the same time, at the same pace. And with
as  much understanding and care that we are going to give to each other as
we learn  this phase of our lives. So I don't want to hear any more about you
being  worried or being nervous or that your worried that you'll make me
happy.   I'm feeling just about the same way you are right now, so, no more
doubts or  worries from you, you got me Baby?"

"Baby, huh?"  You think that's what you get to call me all of a  sudden?"
I was half smirking when I asked him that question.

"Yea, Baby, might change it to Babe later on, but right know I like  Baby,
any objections?  BABY?"

"No sir, Studly!" I almost laughed out loud as I said it, but I kept  from
doing it.

"That's better, now lets go get in the shower we only have a few  hours of
privacy left before the guys get home from work." And with that we took
off for the bathroom to turn on the water and get it up to a comfortable
temperature so we could wash each other's backs.  At least we  would  start off
by washing each other's backs.  God knows what or if we'd end up  washing
anything. With the bathroom slowly beginning to fill with steam Steve  and I
stepped into the shower.

"Would you hand me the washcloth and soap Baby?" It sounded more like  a
command than a request or question. But that was okay with me. As I said
before, from the very beginning of our relationship even as just friends Steve
was the Alpha and I was the Omega, why should it be any different going
into  this phase of our relationship?

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall, separate your legs a  little
and relax, I'm going to wash your back, to start with and then I'll  decide
on what needs washing after that, any problems with that Baby?"

"Not one Steve, I'm all yours you've always seem to know what's the  best
thing to do in anything else we've ever done together, why should we change
what's already working?"

"How come your so smart, hot shot?"

"You bring out  the best in me, what else can I say?" It was a light banter
back and forth at  the moment. But I just knew it was going to get serious
and soon.  His  hands were on my back with that facecloth full of soapy
suds, and it was already  beginning to feel wonderful.  I just stood there like
he said with my hands  against the wall and my feet spread slightly apart
It was feeling great it  was just enough pressure to make you want to relax
and enjoy what he was doing.  Slowly he worked his way from the top of my
shoulders down to the top of my ass  and back up again.  As he started to work
his way down he pulled me back  from the wall, made me lean against him and
he began to wash my hairy chest and  stomach, paying some attention to my
nipples as he continued to pass over them  every few minutes.  I felt like I
just wanted to collapse, the heat of the  water and his hands rubbing me all
over was putting me into sensory overload. No  one had ever touched me like
he  was doing.

He began to nibble on my ear and run his tongue around it from the  top
and behind my ear, he ran his tongue. I was discovering this was an area  that
seemed to be connected directly to my cock, it was getting harder and was
dripping precum like crazy. He began almost humming in my ear, the vibration
was  tearing any walls of worry that I had in my head from that moment on I
would do  what ever he wanted, there was no way I could say no to him now.

"You feel good, your skin is so soft, I love running my fingers  through
the hair on your chest, I always wanted hair on my chest. I'm jealous of
you." He said it so softly and the whole time he continued to run his tongue
all  over my ear and up and down the side of my neck.  I had my head resting
on  his shoulder the entire time we were standing there he was supporting me
and  washing me at the same time.

"You can do this all day if you want Steve, I won't mind, but then I
guess it would be selfish of me to do that."

"I wouldn't mind, there will be another time, let me take care of you
this time. This is your first time, I'm honored that your letting me be the one
to give you something that's special." He said it so nonchalantly, like he
really wouldn't mind doing this to me, and then I began to wonder just
what all  he was going to do to me.

"And just what do you have in mind Studly? I half grinned saying it,  a
hint of sarcasm in my voice, I wanted to tease to him to some degree after all
this was my first time and I wanted to remember it in fifty years with
great  fondness and joy.

"Do you really want me to tell you? Or perhaps I should just take  control
and show you? Don't worry if I start doing anything you don't want to do
you just say the word and I will stop in an instant.  Remember, it's your
game, your rules and I will respect them today and tomorrow and the next day
and  the..."

"Okay I get the idea, so your assuming there's going to be a next day  and
another day, my your taking a lot for granted aren't you Stevie?" I wanted
to tease him just to see what he would say or do, but not to be mean. I
hope I  hadn't over stepped my bounds with him I almost regretted what I said
as soon as  I realized it. He stayed quiet for a few minutes still holding me
and still  soaping me all over up and down and several times he reached
down into my  crotch, wrapping his hands around my cock and balls. I was
begging in my head  for him to turn me around.  He did and his hands never left my
cock. He  looked into my eyes or more like he looked at me and his eyes
burned their way  right into my very soul.

"If there is a chance of no tomorrow's with you then maybe I should  stop
now, before we cross a line that we shouldn't." He was serious and he had
said with such sadness in his voice that I did deeply regret saying what I
had.  I had to fix this one right away. I just learned not to toy with his
emotions  like that ever again.

"I'm sorry, I don't even want to imply that there won't be another
tomorrow with you not in it Steve, I was just trying to tease you. I wouldn't
want to be here right now if I thought we had no chance of having more days
like  the one we are having now." I almost wanted to cry I felt like I had
played with  him like a toy and that's the last thing on earth that I wanted to
do to him. "  Please forgive me, I don't want to ever hurt you or play with
your  emotions."

"I'm fine with that." He leaned in and kissed me and I moved in,  wrapped
my arms around him and began kissing his face his neck his nose anywhere
that I could plant my lips on his wonderful handsome face.

"I promise never to do that  to you again, I never want to hurt  you or
make you question how I feel about you." I had hurt him and I started to  cry
I felt like an ass for what I had done. He held me closer and just sort of
stated rocking me back and forth.

"Don't do that, I can't stand to see you cry, it tears me up to see  you
that upset, it's all okay, let's just forget about this little conversation
and continue with our shower, come on, look at me."  I looked up into those
baby blues and just sighed. At least he got me to stop crying it made me
feel  like an idiot when I cried. Here I was twenty one years old and crying
like a  baby. It was something my father always hated in me, whenever he
screamed at me  and hit me I would cry.  He would berate me for being a baby
over and over  again when I did it.  So anytime I did it cry, I could hear him
yelling at  me and I would feel like a piece of shit.

"Then let's stop talking and do with me what you want, I'm all yours
Steve." I looked into his eyes, dropped the tone of my voice and in an almost
whisper I told him, "I'm yours to do as you please, I know you won't do
anything  to hurt me and I know you'll be gentle, but there is one thing that I
do ask of  you."

"What's that, whatever it is you want I'll do Baby."

"Make love to me, I want to feel you inside of me, I want to be part  of
you, I want to cum when you do.  I know that might sound silly, but for  a
long time now I have thought about you taking my cherry  and I want you  to,
more than anything Steve I want you to be the one that gets that  honor."

"Oh my God are you serious? Are you sure you want me to do that now?  We
can wait if you want, we don't have to do that today." He was talking fast, I
could tell I had excited him with the thought of him shoving his cock into
my  ass.  All of a sudden I got a little scared. It must have shown on my
face.

"It's okay I promise you that I will go slow and I promise again that  I
won't do anything that would hurt you, do you believe me? I have to know that
you trust me."

"I trust you, now, let's just get out of this shower because I'm
beginning to feel like a sponge and I'd rather be in your bed for the next  couple
of hours." I smirked when I told him about the hours.

"A couple of hours huh? You think I'm some kind of love machine?" The
sparkle that I loved so much was back in his eye. God how that made my stomach
tingle when he looked at me with those eyes.

"Well, okay maybe will just start with a few hours and then we'll go  from
there. but as far as you being a love machine, hell yes I expect you to be
able to do cartwheels when we get in that bed, your my studly, a couple of
hours  should be nothing for you, I figure your good for at least say seven
or eight  before you get tired." I was laughing now and was trying to get
out of the  shower to dry off.

"Seven or eight, oh that's nothing I was thinking we'd go at least  twelve
before I let you get out of my bed!!!!" He was laughing just as hard as  me
now. But we were poking each other and playing grab ass as we got out. I
grabbed my towel and threw his towel to him.

"No wait, let me dry you off, I've been thinking about doing this for
some time."

"For some time have you?  Just how long have you been thinking  about
doing this, and just what have you been thinking of doing to me?  He  took the
towel from my hands and wrapped the towel around my neck, with both  hands he
started rubbing my head to dry my hair so that it wasn't dripping in my
face anymore. I knew he was going to take charge, that was one  thing I was
sure of.

Ever so slowly he dried my hair and gently wiped the water off my  face.
Stepping off to the side of me he took the towel and rubbed up and down my
arm, kind of massaging my arm as he dried me. With one arm done he finished
the  other one and moved to my chest.  It felt wonderful he was using just
the  right pressure. He finished that and walked around to dry my back and
down to my ass, he pressed really hard there and gently yet forcefully spread
my  cheeks apart, slowly using the towel to rub my cunt. Oh man, I spread
my legs  apart to give him more access to that. With that and without warning
he ran his  tongue from the top of my crack down to just below my hole. I
shuddered and  sucked in air and moaned.

"Feel good Baby." It was more of a statement than a question. I could
barely say anything at that point. It was hard to focus, I hadn't expected him
to do anything like that at all.

"Oh yea, way more than good Stevie, way more than good." He  chucked

"Yea, and I've only just begun with you, I'm going to  take you places you
never dreamed of Baby, I'm going to make you beg for me to  have me put my
cock into that beautiful ass of yours.  And if you let me  I'm going to make
long slow passionate love to you Baby, the way it should be  done to you.
You okay with that idea?" I was melting right then and there I was  melting,
he was making me putty in his hands. God he was good. Better than I had
fantasized about. He was going to make love to me, not just fuck me.

"More than okay Steve, much more than okay. Do whatever you want, I  want
you to take to those places I've never dreamed of.  Because I want you  to
know that I've had some really fantastic dreams about where you could take
me. Maybe I should say my fantasies and my right hand?' I was trying not to
be  to serious I was trying to keep the mood a little light I was after all
nervous  about what he was going to do to me.  I wasn't afraid, just nervous.

"Let's go to your room Baby, you have the bigger bed I have a feeling
we're going to need the room once we get started."\

"From this point on I'm all yours you just lead the way and tell me  what
you want me to do." He took me by the hand as we left the bathroom. It was
quiet as we entered the room Steve turned, closed he door and locked it.

"I just want to make sure no one just happens to open the door in the
middle of things. I know they aren't supposed to be here for a while, just
don't  want to take any chances do you? He had a devilish grin as he looked at
me it  sent a shiver down my spine thinking of what he had in mind.

Steve had a good body he didn't work out but was blessed with a  swimmers
build. with just a little bit of weight on him. He looked great with or
without a shirt on. I think better with the shirt off but that's just me. I on
the other hand had to much weight on me and it made me feel awkward about
myself. He was confident about his. Yet he looked at me and he made me feel
like  a million bucks. I don't know how he accomplished that but he did
perhaps it was  his own confidence that made me feel that way. He sat me down on
the bed and  slowly kneeled down before me.  Without breaking his gaze he
put his hands  on my knees and spread my legs apart, ever so slowly his hands
began to get  closer and closer to my crotch. Steve used his thumbs to
begin fondling my balls  it was electric. It went from a simple massage of my
balls to his fingers  wrapped around my cock his hand felt like it was on fire
it was hot and  wonderful at the same time. He leaned further in and began
kissing the head of  my cock I thought I was going to cum right then. I
shuddered hard when he put my  cock inside his mouth. I was in heaven. never had
I felt anything so good in my  life. I realized why everyone said a good
blow job was like nothing else. I  looked down to see his face get lost
against my abdomen as he swallowed my  entire cock. He reached up and put both
hands on my chest and began to lightly  pinch my nipples. It was the first time
that I knew my nipples were connected  directly to my dick and between his
mouth and fingers I was in total bliss.  Slowly he pushed me back and I laid
down he never lost stroke his head was now  bobbing up and down on my dick
and it was soaked with his saliva. I could feel  the warmth of his saliva
dripping down my balls and I was moaning like crazy I  never wanted him to
stop.

"Oh God Steve please don't stop, oh God you feel wonderful. oh yea  suck
my cock oh God this is incredible...mmmmmm."  And I began to feel my  balls
grow tight, knew what was happening, knew I had to tell him. I gripped the
sheets and pulled them up and around me. I threw my legs up on the bed and
spread them as far as I could.

"STEVE your gonna make me cum, oh God you are going to make me cum!"  I
was almost screaming at him.  " Oh man so close." The suction in his  mouth
got tighter and I could feel the head of my dick touch the back of his
throat. "Don't stop Steve, oh god man please don't stop." The world stopped my
head flew off the bed my balls were screaming for release, I felt my balls get
sucked into his mouth. My cock was throbbing up and down with the beating
of my  heart. My balls never hurt so much in my life, I began begging him to
give me  the release I needed so much.

"Please Steve..Please Please make me cum I'm hurting so bad, Ive got  to
cum NOW! Please don't make me wait any more, we can keep going I just need
to..." His lips were on mine bringing an end to my pleading and groveling. I
grabbed his head smashing my teeth and lips into his I was trying to hump
and  grind my body against his. He kept bucking off of me not allowing me any
pressure to his body no way to rub my cock against his body in any way.

"SShhhsss..quiet baby...go easy, it's okay your going to be  okay."
Slowly he stroked the sides of my face pushing my hair off my  forehead I felt
like he was wiping away the sweat and all he did was kiss my  forehead, down
to my eyes over my mouth and onto my neck lightly biting my neck  and running
his tongue along my jugular vein.  I had goose bumps and still  he made his
way down my chest licking my nipples and biting them from one to the
other. By now he had my hands out to my side and his weight and strength kept
them there. He looked up at me.

"I don't want you to move  unless I move you, okay? I don't want you to
move one muscle, if you do, I'll  make you wait even longer for that release
you want oh so bad right now..can you  promise me you won't?"  I was in agony,
I was going crazy at that precise  moment.

"Mmmm...your going to kill me, I need to cum so bad can't we just.."  He
jumped from his position of holding me down to straddling my chest his cock
was inches from my mouth it was instantly moist inside my throat and I
couldn't  take my eyes off of it.  Closer he moved even closer, his knees
replaced  his hands, his hands took hold of my head and he pulled it up forcing me
to do  just what I wanted and that was to put his not cock into my mouth. It
tasted  like nectar of the gods and it felt like velvet steel. I became a
vacuum on his  cock and he became a piston shoving it down and pulling it
almost all the way  out. I was straining to not let him get away from me. I
wanted to bring him to  the point he had brought me to. I wanted to get even
with him. I sucked it as  much as he was letting me and I began to realize he
was in control again. He was  feeding me just how much and how little he
wanted to. I immediately tried to get  his cock out of my mouth and thought I
could tease him that way. Without so much  as a whimper he backed away from
me and put his hot cock right on top of mine  and started humping and
grinding them together. Out precum made it slick between  our stomachs, I instantly
started grinding back into him, he froze and kissed me  slowly and tenderly
he let go of my hands  and arms and just kissed me  leaning on his hands
just enough to take his total body weight off me. I was on  fire and wanted
him in the worse way I needed him at that moment more than I  needed anything
else.

"Please Steve finish me, take me I want to feel every inch of you  inside
of me." I reached up and took his face in my hands and brought his mouth
down to mine. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth probing every surface I
have.

"Mmm yes please Steve please I'm begging you to do  this, I'm begging you
please."

"Are you sure that's what you want? Are you sure your ready for me?"  He
said it so softly with such concern and care it made me want him even  more.

"Yes, I'm sure I need you to be part of me, I've waited so long, I  don't
want to wait any more." I was craving his touch and he gave it to me he
stood up and slid my body to the edge of the bed, grabbed my legs and pressed
my  knees against my chest. I took hold of my legs and just gazed at him as
he  looked down at me. I was swept away by the look in his eyes, a look that
told me  he did love me without saying it I knew he did. He kneeled down and
before I  could look at him his tongue ran down my balls and across my
hole. I had never  felt anything like that in my life I was whimpering with
lust.  For several  minutes he kept that up licking and sucking at my hole, I
was twisting all over  the bed.

"No more no more just take me just get inside of me Steve  please."

He stood up completely and took hold of my legs and slowly began  rubbing
his cock across the entrance he was seeking.  Slowly he held still  and
pressed his cock against my opening and pushed. The pain was surreal, I  wanted
to scream instead I clenched my teeth together and began to silently
scream. He asked me if I wanted him to stop and I shook my head back and forth
not to.  He didn't.  He just kept pushing himself into me until I  could fell
his body against my ass.  I knew he was all the way in.   But he didn't move
he just stood motionless. It may have been his first time but  he seemed to
know to just give me some time to let his size adjust to being in  my ass.
It was like time stood still but again ever so slowly be began to slowly
pull out and press back in, gently, it was just slow gentle movements and the
pain began to subside and the pleasure began to take over.  The knob of his
cock was rubbing my prostate making all the pain worthwhile.

"Oh my god Steve you feel so good, oh yes I need you to make love to  me,
keep doing this to me don't stop just don't stop what your doing." He leaned
down and began kissing my neck lightly, almost savagely biting into my
shoulder.  He was quickening his pace pulling out further and further each time
and ramming  his cock back in harder and harder. I was in heaven this was
the most incredible  feeling that I had ever experienced in my entire life. I
never wanted this to  end.

"God Michael I don't want this to end, I want to just stay inside of  you,
crawl into as far as I can go. I love being like this with you, you know
that?" And continued to attack my ass, grinding his cock inside of me.

 "I want you to unload in me, leave yourself in me. Do that for me
please." I was begging and  I didn't care I wanted what I wanted. It just  seem to
be the one thing that at that moment I wanted more than anything. This  was
the first for me what better way to remember this than to know that he had
given part of himself to me. I can't begin to explain how that knowledge of
what  he was going to do does to you. But I knew what it was going to mean
to me, what  else mattered at that point?

"You want it now baby?" He was breathing harder and he was covered in  a
sheen of sweat.

"Do it now man, give it to me Steve, do it for me, give me what I  want
please."

His pace began to become furious and powerful and I was thrashing all
over the bed trying to hold myself in place and he continued to assault my ass.
I never wanted this to end he was in complete control and I loved every
inch of  him for being there.

"Now Michael, NOW MICHAEL.."

`He slammed into me with such force that I moved back into the bed  and he
began to unload his sperm into me and I felt the throbbing and  pulsing of
his hot cock  I began to explode all over myself and onto him. I  felt like
I was going to pass out. I had never cum like that with such force my  body
was racked with an orgasmic overload. My world went blank.


"Baby, baby, come on....." He was holding me. Calling me   again. "Baby
come on."

"I'm okay man, just never came so hard in my  life."

"You are never to do that to me again, do you  understand me, you just
scared the shit out of me and just after you drained the  cum out of me." Now he
was being sarcastic, a quality I deeply admired in him.  Little did I
realize that in those seconds I was out he had jumped up into the  bed and pulled
me up into the center of the bed with him. I didn't want to move  I knew
that much.

"It's your fault you know, god your incredible know wonder I started
calling you Studly."

"I think that's a little over the top to be calling me that  Baby."

"Maybe but it's not fair that your calling me a name, I should be  able to
do the same to you, right?"

"I suppose but don't you think you could think of something else, I'm  not
a Studly as you call me. Couldn't you tone it down some?"

"I'll try, but I'm not promising you anything and besides what  happens if
the next one I pick sucks?"

"I'll take my chances."

"I want you to know how good you just made me feel Steve. What you  just
did to me was incredible especially it being my first time. I will never
forget this. But I feel a little guilty that it was all about me, you never
gave  me the chance to make you feel as good as you were making me feel."

"Again, I'll take my chances with you and consider the possibility  that
there will be a next time and my reward for waiting will be worth it," How
come when he said things like that it always with an air of confidence, he
just  sounded so sure of himself. I was envious of his confidence and
reassured at the  same time.