Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2007 12:09:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Can't Wait

   There were times when I was completely convinced that it really, really,
sucked to be me. Worse, the frequency of the times I thought that were
increasing with great rapidity as the end of my high school years loomed
near. I mean, here I am, fully sixteen years of age, a reasonably
successful high school junior with decent enough grades, a bountiful array
of friends, and even parents who actually seemed to genuinely care for
me. Not to appear braggadocios, if you will, but I was even considered to
be possessed of above average, if still slightly boyish, looks, and build,
and could even lay claim to a fair measure of peer popularity.

    At just under six feet in height, I had a solid and trim body, not
particularly gym-rat buff, but fit, and my weight never varied from a
proportionate one-sixty-five. My not-quit-blond sandy colored hair was worn
in a kind of trimmed-but-longish style, loosely parted down the center, so
that both sides kind of hid my ears, and on bad-hair days, it tended to
wander across my forehead in errant strands. At birth, I had clearly dipped
into both available parental gene pools, and emerged with my Dad's mildly
olive complexion, his genes harboring the long-ago remnants of some Italian
ancestry, and his family male tendency toward slim builds. On my Mother's
side, I had gleaned the near-blond hair color, and the unusually pale blue
eyes that permeated her clan, along with exceedingly long eye lashes for
the male of the species, and perhaps just a smidgen too much of the
X-chromosome, which certainly contributed to those afore-mentioned moments
when I decidedly thought that it sucked to be me, given that that overdose
of X is what, in all likelihood, was the mitigating factor in my being
decidedly gay.

   This somewhat stunning revelation dawned on me somewhere around my stint
in the eighth grade, or at about the tender age of twelve, when puberty
first reared its ugly head in my fourth house. At a time when virtually all
of my buddies were rapidly turning around their earlier pugnacious
attitudes toward the fair sex, as if suddenly seeing girls in a whole new
light, I simply did NOT get it. It was very nearly a surreal experience,
when I began to realize that while all of my male peers were abandoning all
of the once coveted sentiments that girls were, at best, lame and
confusing, and at worst, cootie- laden, and to be seriously avoided as much
as was humanly possible. Not only were they jettisoning that previously
nearly religious belief, but they were, to my complete horror, now speaking
of females with ever increasing reverence, and awe.

   This phenomenon was rather unclearly explained, or at least an attempt
had been made, by our schools health sciences teacher, in a short series of
required seminars that made a rather lame attempt to explain the wonders,
and the inherent pit-falls, of the human experience known as puberty. These
teachings held that this sudden re-thinking regarding females was indeed
normal behavior for early-teen males, who were destined to awaken one fine
day to find themselves in hormone overload, their minds churning with the
instinctive desire to seek a mate of the opposite gender, as those raucous
hormones had them literally boiling over with the desire to procreate.
Little of this philosophy had taken with me, given my complete lack of
interest in furthering the small amount of knowledge that my health
sciences studies had provided regarding that mysterious and largely
unattractive receptacle that lurked between the female thighs. Oh, I
understood the concept well enough, but the mere thought of actual physical
intimacy with "that" actually caused me to shudder with distaste.

   It isn't that I am not a sexual person, indeed, the raging horniness
that permeates all teen boys was definitely rampant within me in all its
facets, and I was definitely beset with the typical manifestations of it
including countless spontaneous erections, wet dreams, and a seemingly
endless desire to masturbate at every opportunity, flailing away at my
rigid boner while visions of other nubile young boys danced in my head.
Therein, as the saying goes, lies the difference. It was other males, and
their associated sexual plumbing, that did it for me, and I was secretly
obsessed with one day finding an opportunity to realize that obsession,
albeit being deeply inside the closet the whole time.  As time continued
on, my frustration naturally grew in direct proportion to my growing
desire, need even, to somehow couple with another male, to experience true
intimacy, and the touch, and taste of a penis, and heavy scrotum, and all
of the accoutrements that my frantic internet searches had glorified.

   It grew arduous to participate in all the play ground and locker room
discussions regarding the various hotties of our class, and which among
them were thought of as "loose," and willing to indulge various sexual
play, and when the discussion turned to tales of what willing girls would
administer hand-jobs, or even better, a blow job, my mind quite naturally
conjured up visions of which of the studly boys might be so willing to
comply with my desires to administer a deft hand job, or blow job, or
more. Through all these endless guy-talks, I of course expressed my burning
desire to participate in these steamy back-seat adventures with some
curvaceous little slut, never allowing anyone to suspect my true desires.
This, among other laments, is what had led me to the conclusion that
frequently it did, indeed, suck to be me.

   Unbeknown to me, much of this was destined to change very soon, and it
all began with the occasion of my good friend Mike's birthday party.
Slightly older than myself, Mike was turning seventeen, and the occasion
was to be celebrated with a house party comprised of several friends of
both species, and a smattering of his family this Saturday night. Mikes
parents were fairly well off, both of them being successful professionals,
and their home was large, and luxurious, including a back-yard pool, so
swimming was on the party agenda, in addition to a first class caterer who
would attend to the culinary repast for the assembled party goers.

   I had dressed for the occasion in a pair of Khaki cargo shorts, and pull
over golf-type shirt, and my crisp white tennis shoes with those small
half-socks, and I had stuffed my swim trunks and a towel into my sports bag
in case I decided to hit the pool. I was not especially stoked about the
party, knowing that I would end up deflecting my share of attention from
one particular girl who was attending, and had a kind of perpetual case of
the hots for me for some reason or other, but Mike was too good a buddy for
me to shine-on his party, so I gutted it up, and went.

    When I arrived at Mikes, the place was already rocking, and I could
hear the live band his folks had hired blaring loudly from the back patio,
even though I had to park clear around the corner from the house due to the
tons of cars that already arrived. I walked back to the house, and wormed
my way through the throng of bodies that were jammed into the entry hall,
and living room, then made my way to Mike's room, where I stowed my sports
bag. Working again through the hoards of partiers, I went through the
kitchen, and out back, finally locating the birthday boy, and giving him a
fist-bump, as I hollered a happy b-d into his ear. The blaring music
forbade any real conversation, and Mike's girlfriend soon dragged him to
the impromptu dance floor, so I went over to fish a soda out of the big tub
full of ice and drinks, then wandered over to the back side of the pool,
and sat down on a block wall that surrounded a large palm tree.

   I sipped at the drink, and watched the dancers cavorting across the
pool, and did some mild perving on a couple that were making out in the
shallow end of the pool, then just kind of gazed around, checking out the
variety of people that made up the party goers. I noticed a guy step
through the sliding door from the living room area, as he walked out onto
the patio, and did a kind of double take, letting my eyes roam over
him. What a hot looking dude, was my first thought, as I scoped out his
lean frame, maybe close to six feet, and a trim one-seventy or so. He
looked to be in his early twenties, maybe, with dark brown hair cut close,
and a real clean-cut look about him. I didn't recognize him, and didn't
even think that I'd ever seen him before, but he was obviously known to
Mike's Mother, who walked up to him smiling, as she started talking to
him. He smiled too, then, and I noticed the handsome laugh-lines cross his
face, and the bright dazzle of his smile. He was dressed in Dockers slacks,
and a Hawaiian print shirt, the top couple of buttons of which were open,
revealing a portion of tanned, and apparently hairless chest. The slacks
were too loose fitting to reveal any hint of the treasures that undoubtedly
lurked there, but my fertile imagination had no difficulty conjuring up
images of a well developed male appendage.

   As I enjoyed letting my mind play out a mental video of me and the
stranger getting to know each other a whole lot better, my reverie was
rudely interrupted by Janine, the girl who harbored this big crush on me,
sitting herself down on the wall next to me, as she said,

   "Hey Anthony...awesome party, huh...?"

   I forced my gaze away from the hunkie dude, and reluctantly turned my
attention to Janine, as I replied,

   "Hi Janine...yea, it's a regular bash, for sure."

   She launched into her usual banter, kind of a poor imitation of a
Chatty-Kathy doll, and her giddy silliness instantly turned me off, as I
smiled at her, and silently cursed her for forcing my attention away from
the hot looking dude. As we talked, or rather, as I listened to Janine
talk, I saw the guy from the corner of my eye, as he maneuvered away from
Mike's Mother, and went to get himself a drink from the ice tub, then, kind
of wandered around the pool area, watching the dancers. Eventually he made
his way in our direction, ending up standing a few feet to my left, and a
little bit behind me. Janine finally paused for a breath, apparently
satisfied that she had gotten me up to speed on the latest gossip mill,
then, took a breath, and started back in, all but begging me to go and
dance with her. With the mystery-man lurking near, I definitely had no
interest in a.) surrendering my present close proximity to him, and b.)
giving him even the slightest impression that I had even the slightest
interest in Janine, o inr spending my time with her.

   "Oh come on, Anthony...please...I love this song...dance with me,
ok...?" Janine whined, taking my hand, and tugging on my arm as she stood
up.

   "Can't do it Janine...really...sorry, but I really wrenched my knee at
baseball practice yesterday, and it sore as hell, plus, it really doesn't
need any more aggravation...some other time, though...ok..?" I replied,
recovering my arm from her grip.

   She gave me an exasperated look, and thrust her perky little boobs out
in a last-ditch effort to woo me, then, sighed heavily, as she all but
pushed her soft-ball sized tits in my face, as she said,

   "Fine then...just sit here like some Lamo...but let me tell you,
Anthony...you are SO seriously missing out here...and...somebody else is
going to...enjoy...my company, because I am SO in the mood to...party...!"

   I tried my best to look disappointed, and gave her a kind of hang-dog
expression, and a small shrug, as if to say, "my loss, and damn, I hate
that," even though nothing could have been further from the truth, as I
mentally willed her away, so that I could get back to my mystery man. She
stuck her little pink tongue out at me, and made a face, then thankfully,
turned, and walked away.

   My mystery guy moved in then, and sat himself down on the spot just
vacated by Janine, and gave me one of those dazzling smiles, as he said,

   "Smooth brush-off there, dude...or did you really tweak your knee for
real...?"

   I smiled right back at him, hoping that mine was equal in brilliance to
his, as I shook my head, and chuckled, as I answered,

   "I get lots of practice in brushing her off, actually, and no, my knee
is perfect...I didn't actually have baseball practice yesterday...!"

   He laughed, and even the sound of is voice was having an impact on my
balls, as was the gentle scent of the cologne he was wearing. I looked into
his dark brown eyes, and even got a little bit lost in them, as he said,

   "I see...a bit in lust is she...?...well, its not actually very hard to
understand her feeling that way...you are a very good looking guy...and, by
the way, I'm Jason...the birthday-boys cousin from San Diego..."

   I reached out and took the hand he was offering, still lost in those
incredible eyes, and replied,

   "Hello Jason...I'm Anthony...Tony...the birthday-boys good friend...
well, most of the time, anyway...!"

   Still holding my hand, he nodded, and repeated my name, calling me
Anthony rather than Tony, then added,

   "I'm very glad to meet you, Anthony...and, if I'd had any clue that
Cousin Mike had good friends like you, I would come around more often, in
spite of the luke-warm welcomes I get when I do..."

   My heart was literally hammering in my chest, and there was this kind of
dull roar in my ears, as I realized that this hunk was actually hitting on
me, and I was so focused on that, that my brain seemed unable to format any
kind of response, so I just kind of looked at him, wondering if the word
"lust" might be flashing like some Vegas neon across my forehead, as I
muttered,

   "Luke-warm...?...you're family, dude...right...?...so what's up with
that...?"

   He chuckled again, the smooth tones echoing inside my head, as he kind
of shrugged, and told me,

   "Well, not actually luke-warm from Mike...we've always been pretty
tight...and even his Mom, my Aunt, is pretty cool...but Mike's Dad...well,
that's another story...with him, luke-warm might even be overstated..."

   I nodded stupidly, as if I knew exactly what he was saying, then
replied,

   "What...he doesn't like you...?...jeez, dude...you're his Nephew...!"

   He nodded, then said,

   "According to him, only by an accident of marriage...at least for the
last few years...actually, ever since I found the guts to finally come out
to the family...since then, I am pretty much persona-non-grata with "Uncle"
Rich..."

   Oh man, I thought, my heart rate jumping again, and my balls rendering
this amazing tingly feeling, the dude is freeking gay...be still my
heart...gay, and out about it too...and, holy shit, he is still holding my
hand, and hitting on me...wow...I blinked a few times, trying to hold
myself together, as I stammered,

   "Uh...really..."come out"...um...so then...you are...uh...gay, and you,
like, told everybody...that's amazing, actually...!"

   He fixed me with those dark eyes, seeming to look into my very soul, as
he nodded his head, and said, very softly,

   "Yup, and yup...I am gay...and, finally, I confessed to it...trust me
dude, hard as that was, it is totally better than living a lie, or worse, a
ton of lies that just seem to keep growing...but, your young still, and I
understand that...but one day, trust me, you will give up hiding it, too,
and take the plunge toward a better way of life..."

   I was totally speechless, not one iota of a response, or comment
occurred to me, as I digested exactly what had just happened here. This hot
guy just flat out told me that he is gay, and, in fact, happy about it,
and, without batting an eye, told me that I was gay as well, and hiding it,
at least for now. Fuck, I thought, does it show somehow...?...no way...I
was totally sure that none of my friends, and definitely not my parents,
had any clue as to my feelings about that, and yet, this perfect stranger
nails me on the first blush, dead-on. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt
about all this, but for the first time in my life I was kind of discussing
it with someone who actually got it, understood how I felt all the time,
and was, apparently, happy about the whole thing to boot. Finally finding
my voice, I replied,

   "Jason...listen man, I mean, you being gay, and out, is really cool, I
think, but...me...well, I don't actually know that I'm...gay...I mean...
well, it's like I'm definitely...interested...big time...but...well, I
don't actually know...if that makes any sense...?"

   He hit me with another one of those awesome grins, and kind of nodded,
as he told me,

   "It makes a lot of sense, sure...I don't mean to sound sanctimonious
here, but the truth is, Anthony, I've been there, done that, and definitely
have the tee shirt, you know?"

   I kind of snorted at that comment, thinking how sweet it must be to be
past all the agonizing bullshit that I was struggling with, and, to have
all the experience he must have, and I verbalized my thought, as I replied,

   "Yea...must be nice..."

   He nodded, his great smile once more captivating me, and he said,

   "You'll see one of these days, Anthony, trust me...everyone I know has
been right where you are...so sure, and yet so unsure...wondering all the
time if having gay interest is wrong, like you have probably been told
forever, and wondering too, if the actual act is truly what you want, or if
its just the forbidden nature of the idea that drives you...am I anywhere
near right here, or...?"

   I quickly nodded in agreement, amazed at how much he had nailed my
situation, and my thoughts, and I answered,

   "Yes...exactly right, actually."

   He looked at me for a minute, and just as he was about to add something,
Janine picked that exact moment to walk up to me again, her current
horny-boy holding her close with his arm possessively around her waist, as
his hand openly roamed over her firm little butt. She smirked at me,
arching her back so that her perky tits poked forward at me, and said, her
voice dripping with sarcasm,

   "We are leaving now, Anthony...just wanted to say bye, and...well, it
could have been you, you know..."

   That pointed remark drew another smirk, this time from the dude she was
clinging to, and I just forced a smile, as I replied,

   "You kids have fun now..." and I watched them walk away, Rick sliding
his arm around her waist to pull her close.

   Jason had stepped away slightly during this little exchange, and he
moved back beside me, offering me his hand, palm up, which I slapped with
my own, shaking my head, as he offered,

   "Nicely handled dude...that could have gone ugly...but your little smile
was just right...!"

   I chuckled, shrugging, and said,

   "No big deal actually, it's not like I wanted to be him anyway..."

   Jason and I chatted a bit more, and I couldn't believe how comfortable I
felt with him, like I had known him forever, and that we really had a lot
in common. We did, however, get interrupted again before I could get the
conversation back to where it was before, when Mike's Mother called
everyone together for the birthday cake, and gift opening process. As that
wrapped up, the party started to break up, and Jason managed to separate us
from the crowd briefly, guiding me over near the pool.

   "Listen Anthony," he said, "I'm very much interested in pursuing our
earlier conversation, and, maybe help you better understand some things, or
questions, whatever...if you like, I mean...?"

   Jumping at the opportunity to spend more time with him, and especially
on that subject, I nodded, and replied,

   "Definitely Jason, yes...I would really like that a lot..."

   He winked at me, flashing his dazzling smile, as he said,

   "Great, that's just great...I'm staying at the Marriott over on
ninth...you know where that is...?"

   I nodded, my heart once more hammering inside my chest at the mention of
his hotel room, and the hope that he was going to ask me to come there with
him.

   "I know it, yes, but I figured you would be staying here, actually...?"

   He chuckled, then tilted his head in the general direction of Mike's
Father, and answered,

   "There was a time, but, not recently...no gay boys under his roof, and
all that...anyway, how about this...its late now, but how about you come by
the hotel in the morning, and let me buy you breakfast, and then we can
talk, whatever...?"

   Oh man, there it was...damn...an invite to this hunks room...or, more to
the point, this gay hunks room...breakfast, and talk, and...whatever...! My
heart pounded, as I smiled, and nodded, then simply asked,

   "What time...?"

   He put his hand on my upper arm, and gave it a firm squeeze, as he fixed
me with those dark eyes, and answered,

   "Nine sound good for you...?"

   Giving him what I really hoped was my best smile; I nodded, and replied,

   "Can't wait, actually...!"

      Saturday morning I was wide awake at around seven, as I lay in my
bed, reliving the events of the previous evening, and contemplating what
might be in store this morning when I went to meet Jason. I ran my hand
over my chest, and down over my stomach, finally grasping my growing cock,
and stroking it, as I shuddered, and imagined it to be Jason's hand
touching me there. I moved my other hand to down to cup my balls, and
shuddered again, as it crossed my mind that this actually could be the day
that I would finally actually experience gay sex of some type, and I
shuddered again as I imagined the feeling of the hot guys touches, and the
sensation of my touching his amazing body. My cock throbbed in my grip, and
I so wanted to stroke it to eruption, relieving the pent up pressure that
had been building since last evening, but I forced myself to stop, and roll
out of bed, saving it for what I hoped would be a much more intense
release. I headed off to the bathroom, where I carefully performed my twice
a week shave, and brushed my teeth, then hopped into the stall for a long,
hot shower, making extra sure that all my corners and creases were squeaky
clean, and fresh. I toweled off, and applied my deodorant, and just a touch
of subtle cologne that I liked, then wrapped the towel around me, and went
back in my room.

   Rummaging through my drawers, I daringly decided on a pair of skimpy
white briefs that I had recently bought on impulse while in a sexy mood at
the mall. I held them up, looking at them, and actually felt my cock stir
under the towel as I gazed at the shiny satin-like material. The color was
kind of a pear-white, and the cut was definitely bikini, with the sides cut
high to show a lot of upper leg. The pouch in the front was small, and
would cling to my package like a second skin, leaving little to the
imagination, and the equally small patch of material at the back would hug
the mounds of my butt tight, and smoothly. Not letting myself thing any
more about them, I stepped into the small garment, and slipped it in place,
adjusting my already half erection behind the small patch of cloth. The day
promised to be another warm one, so I selected a tank-top, white, with some
band logo imprinted across the front, and shrugged into it, pleased with
how the openings exposed my shoulders, and biceps, and a fair amount of my
chest when I sat, or stood, just right. Next, I dug out another pair of
cargo shorts, about mid-thigh in length, and a navy blue Khaki material
with a standard fly and zipper front, and pulled them on, then clean
half-socks, and tennis shoes. Checking the mirror, I decided I looked
pretty preppy, and not half bad, so I ran my comb through my hair, and
headed out.

   Arriving at the hotel just before nine, I walked into the lobby, and
went to a house phone, where I asked for Jason by name, and was connected
to his room phone. He answered, and told me his room number, then made my
dick flex in my shorts, when he told me he thought that a room service
breakfast would be cool, so he had already ordered it. I hung up, glancing
around the nearly deserted lobby before again adjusting my cock in the
small briefs, then, headed off to find his room, my heart rate acting like
I had just finished a four minute mile. I found the room, and, sucking in a
deep breath, then, blowing it out, I knocked quietly. The door swung open,
and there stood Jason, the killer smile fixed, and he stepped back,
indicating I should come in, as he said hello. I shook his offered hand,
and moved into the room, my eyes quickly darting to the king size bed that
stood off to one side of the large room.  It had been slept in, of course,
but Jason had obviously taken the trouble to straighten it, and pull the
spread up to the pillows. The rest of the room was nice, including a small
sofa and a table and chairs, a good sized television set stood in the
corner, and a sliding door led out to a small balcony with another table
and chair set.

   As I moved to check out the small balcony, Jason produced a shrill
little whistle, getting my attention, and I turned to face him, as he said,

   "Well, wow...don't you look hot as hell this morning...not that you
didn't last night, as well...!"

   I felt myself blushing, as I chuckled, slightly embarrassed by his open
appraisal of me from head to toe, with a obvious pause at my somewhat
bulging crotch, as his eyes moved in both directions.

   I looked him over as well, noting his solid, but trim build, and
checking out his own nicely bulging shorts, and tee shirt, then noticed the
dark hair that sprouted from his muscular calves, and shins. He was killer
good looking, and exuded confidence as he stood there smiling, letting me
scope him out, and I smiled back at him, and said,

   "Thanks...you look pretty hot yourself, actually...!'

   Our little mutual admiration event was interrupted by another knock at
the door, and the muffled announcement of "room service," and Jason moved
to the door, and opened it again. The waiter pushed a cart into the room,
and inquired as to where Jason wanted it, and he looked at me, asking if I
wanted tot eat outside on the balcony, and I nodded, so he told the guy to
setup put there. The guy wheeled the cart outside, and removed the large
cloth that draped it, and it turned out to actually be a table, so Jason
and I pushed up chairs, and sat down. The waiter removed the domed tops,
revealing steaming plates of ham and eggs, hash brown potatoes, and
buttered rolls. There were also tall glasses of orange juice, and big
silver pot of coffee, so we were all set. The waiter departed, and we
attacked the food, eating, and chatting as we filled each other in on
ourselves.

   As it turns out, Jason had just turned 24, and had received his BA
degree last fall, and was now doing post-grad work toward an MBA at a
college in San Diego, about four hundred miles south of here. He also had
his real estate license which supported him while he worked for his Masters
in finance, and that he hoped one day for a career as a stock broker, or
investment advisor.

   Although my story paled by comparison, I filled him on my stellar high
school career, and my passion for baseball, and my uncertainty regarding my
own career path. I told him about my parents, and filled him in on the
beginning of my puberty, and how my emerging interest in, and attraction
to, other boys had flourished, and grown, pretty much in equal pace with my
waning interest in girls. He nodded several times, indicating with a word
here and there, that his own trek toward gayness had traveled a similar
road. By the time the food was gone, and the stories were told, I again had
that totally comfortable feeling with him that I had last evening, and I
told him so. He smiled, obviously flattered with the remark, and suggested
that we move back inside. We stood, and went into the room, and Jason led
me over to the sofa, where I sat down, him right next to me.

   We chatted some more, then, Jason put his hand on my thigh, causing my
cock to immediately stir at the contact. He squeezed me gently, and said,

   "So young Anthony, have you given a lot of thought then to the things
that you would like to try...?...surely there must me many..."

   Actually, that was pretty much all I ever thought about, and I had been
burning to share it all with somebody for a very long time, so, I took a
deep breath, and said,

   "I think about that all the time...there are just so many things...so
much...I want to try, and know about...and experience...!"

   "I understand that...but be specific with me, Anthony...its just you and
me...I want to help you, and no one needs to know of it...just tell me, and
we can make it all happen, or not, as you wish..."

   Another deep breath, my pulse racing in my veins, as I looked into his
dark eyes, and mumbled,

   "Um...well...kissing, for instance...I have never actually kissed
another guy... and I wonder about it...a lot..."

   He held my gaze briefly, then, nodded, and leaned into me, his soft,
full lips coming down on mine, as I started briefly, then, relaxed, and
savored the lush fullness of is mouth on mine. I opened my mouth a little,
and he quickly slid his tongue inside, and before I knew it, we were
kissing passionately, much as I had experienced a few times with girls, but
better, oh man, a lot better! His warm soft lips worked against mine, and I
felt the tip of his tongue slide along my lips, probing, so I opened my
mouth slightly, and moaned softly, as his tongue invaded my mouth. I dueled
it with my own tongue, and he quickly withdrew, then, sucked my tongue into
his mouth. I had experienced some mild version of tongue-kissing with a
couple of girls, but it was nothing like this, and I was deeply
disappointed when Jason broke the steamy kiss, and pulled back. He smiled
his killer smile, looking into my eyes, and asked quietly,

   "So, how was that...?"

   My heart was racing, and my pulse hammered at my temples, as I just
looked at him, mouth agape, I'm sure, and replied,

   "Awesome, is how that was...totally awesome...!"

   He chuckled softly, nodding his head, and told me,

   "Indeed...a good choice of words...I agree totally, Anthony...you are a
very good kisser..."

   I felt myself blushing, and I said, sheepishly,

   "Really...?...can you really be sure...?...with only that one...?"

   Jason chuckled again, once more moving into me, as he mumbled, just
before again settling his lush mouth on my own,

   "Good point...I better take another sample..."

   This one actually outdid the first one, as we took turns swabbing each
others mouth with our tongues, and opened wide to let out tongues do the
dance of eternity, and my penis was rock hard inside my shorts, as my lust
was growing by the second. Jason backed off again, smiling at me, as he
told me,

   "Definitely...I was right the first time...you are one hell of a great
kisser, Anthony, believe me."

   Still slightly breathless, I grinned, and said,

   "Thanks...you are too...definitely...I loved that, a lot!"

   "Well excellent...good...now you know first hand how exciting it can be
to kiss another guy...so then, what else has been on your mind,
Anthony...?"

   I hesitated briefly, my mind jammed with potential responses for this
incredible guy, and he filled the pause by asking me if I had ever really
touched another boy, seriously experienced the texture, and sensation of
feeling another boy's body all over. I hadn't, of course, and said so, so
Jason suggested that I take off my shirt. The idea somehow froze me, as a
kind of weird feeling washed over me, which he instantly perceived, so he
asked,

   "Hmm...a little shy, are we...?...ok then, how about I do it, and, if
you want to, you can check me out...sound ok...?"

   I just nodded, my heart thudding so hard I thought he would be able to
hear it, and watched, as he calmly peeled his shirt over his head, and let
it fall to the carpet. I gasped, as the sudden visual of his amazing chest,
and flat smooth tummy, coupled with the intoxicating scent of him, flooded
my senses. Letting my hungry gaze drift over his torso, I noted the
tautness of his smooth skin, and the toned definition of his arms and
chest, and the gentle definition of his tight abs. He was tanned like a
lightly toasted marshmallow, and hairless, save for the small tufts at his
underarms, and my gaze lingered on his quarter-sized nipples, noting the
slightly darker, chestnut brown color of them as contrasted against his
more golden tan skin. My eyes wandered lower, noting the small cave of his
navel, and the thin hair line that trailed from below it toward his
shorts. I noticed the shorts themselves then, and let out another small
gasp, as I stared at his very obvious erection where it poked severely at
the tightly stretched material. He was, in a word, beautiful, and I managed
to tell him so, albeit in a hoarse whispering voice.

   He smiled some more, as he said,

   "Thank you Anthony...I admit I do work at staying fit...but I'm sure I
don't have anything on you, and if you weren't so shy, I'd very much love
to look at you just as you are looking at me..." he reached for the hem of
my shirt then, and gazed into my eyes, as he said, nearly a whisper, "Are
you sure I can't take this off...?"

   Barely able to breath, I glanced down to where his hands held the hem of
my shirt, then looked into those dark, compelling eyes, and nodded, as I
slowly lifted my arms, and let him strip away my shirt. He dropped it along
side his own, as I shrank back into the sofa, my arms crossing over my now
bare chest, as I looked down at the floor, saying nothing, but listening to
my pounding heartbeat. Jason sat slightly back, letting a minute pass,
then, extended his hands, and gently peeled my arms away from my body,
letting them drop limply to my sides. I could feel his gaze on me as he
looked at me, and I finally found the courage to lift my gaze, and look at
him, as he moved his eyes over me, pausing, as he looked at the seriously
tented crotch of my shorts, then, looked back into my eyes, and gave me a
small wink.

   "Just as I said, Anthony...I have nothing on you...you have a beautiful
body, trim and smooth...delicious...you too, Anthony, are truly a beautiful
young boy!"

   I blushed, of course, the heat flooding into my cheeks, and he chuckled,
reaching out to ruffle my hair, then leaned in close, and once again we
were kissing, as his hand slowly moved to caress my chest, moving in small
circles over my skin, sending shivers down my back, then actual tremors, as
his fingers lightly circled my nipples. I felt them instantly respond to
his light touch, stiffening, and I shuddered, as he gently closed thumb and
finger on one of the hard points, and squeezed it.

   Pulling back from his warm, sweet mouth, I groaned in pleasure, and
moaned,

   "Ohhh, God...Jason...oh...my...God...!"

   He made no response, as he dropped his head, and I gasped loudly again,
as he suddenly ran his wet tongue across one distended nipple, and then,
the other.

   OHhh...AH...!" I chirped, my nerve centers all exploding at once.

    He moved his head back and forth, lapping, and gently sucking my
nipples, as his soft hand now made side-to-side passes across my stomach,
nearly making me climb out of my skin from the multiple
sensations. Finally, he sat up, and leaned into the back of the sofa, as he
calmly invited me to explore him now, and to learn the sensations from the
other side. All pretext of masking my wanton desire was nearly gone now,
and without further encouragement from him, I placed a trembling hand on
his warm, smooth chest, and rubbed him, slowly moving in small circles, as
he had done to me. The texture of his skin was amazing, so warm, and silky
to the touch, and I rapidly warmed to the task, exploring every inch of his
incredible upper body, finally lingering on his tender nipples, as I
fingered them, and lightly pinched them, mimicking his movements on me, and
I felt a rush of warmth course through me when he softly moaned, whispering
to me how good it felt my touching him this way. Throwing all reticence to
the wind, I dipped into him, and lapped my tongue over one stiff nipple,
and then the other, savoring the firmness of the small points, and the
slightly puffy circles of dark tissue that circled them. Closing my mouth
over each nub in turn, I sucked them, letting the tip of my tongue flick at
the rigid points, and Jason groaned again, and sighed heavily, as if
greatly contented with my attentions.

   My head spinning with sensory overload, I sat back, and just stared at
his beauty, his dark nipples slightly swollen, and pointed, glistening with
my saliva, and I slowly shook my head in utter amazement at both my
actions, and his response to them. He smiled at me, nodding his head, as he
told me how wonderful that had felt, and, that along with a natural kisser,
I was, indeed, also a natural at giving great pleasure. I blushed some
more, all the while loving his praise, and he chuckled at my inherent
shyness. Regaining control of the situation then, Jason reached out, and
tugged me close to him, and I happily snuggled against his side, as he slid
an arm around me, and stroked my back, as he quietly asked,

   "And what else, Anthony, has been wandering around in that very
passionate mind of yours...you have now tasted kissing, and the pleasures
of the skin, and the incredible sensitivity of the male nipples...surely
those are only the beginning...?...surely you have even
more...intimate...curiosities lurking in that pretty head...?...for
instance, Anthony, I'd bet no other boy has ever touched your penis, or
fondled your balls, am I right, Anthony...?"

   My heart skipped a beat at his mere mention of my cock, and balls, and
my entire genital area suddenly tingled, as if I actually was being touched
there, just hearing him suggest it, and I shuddered strongly, as I very
nearly squeaked, and replied,

   "No...yes, I mean...your right...no other boy has ever...touched
me...there..."

   His hand continued to lightly stroke my back, as he exhaled a breath,
and said, very quietly, but very clearly,

   "Well Anthony, I would very much like to touch your penis, and to fondle
your balls, and become that very first boy to enjoy such a pleasure...would
that be ok with you, Anthony...?"

   I shuddered again, his words hitting me like a run-away train, and I
felt my penis throbbing inside my shorts, and oozing wetly, as I gulped
hard, and managed a barely audible,

   "Yessss...!"

   He let me have another minute to let it all sink in, then, shifted, and
stood up, taking my hand, and pulling me up so that I stood in front of
him, trembling. My penis poked straight out, doubtless harder than it had
ever been before, and he looked directly into my eyes, as his hand moved to
the fly of my shorts, and his fingers opened the snap there, then, worked
the zip down, so that my loose fitting shorts slid down my thighs, and
puddled at my feet. Still staring into my wide eyes, never blinking, his
finger lightly played across the front of my briefs, finally trailing along
the shaft of my pulsing erection along the outside of the briefs. His
finger reached the drooling head of my cock, and prodded at it, and I could
feel the wetness soaking the thin material, and I shuddered strongly, my
knees going rubbery, as the head-spinning sensation of his touching me
washed over me. He briefly wrapped his fist around my rigid shaft,
squeezing it gently, then, he released it, and stepped back a half step,
his eyes finally wavering from mine, as he looked down at my barely
concealed equipment, and smiled. I felt the flush of my lust, and my
blushing, flood my face, and my arms and hands suddenly seemed about ten
times their normal size, and I idly wondered what to do with them, as they
seemed to jus hang stupidly at my sides. Jason, as if reading my very mind,
reached out to take hold of my hands, and lifted them, guiding my
movements, until I had my arms above my head, my hands clasped together.

    He nodded, smiling, then, trailed his fingers slowly down the length of
my torso, causing a host of goose-bumps to pop out all over me as I
shivered, as if suddenly very cold. Reaching my briefs again, Jason looped
his fingers under the elastic, and very slowly began rolling them down. As
the snug material cleared my trapped, and fully engorged erection, it
sprang free, slapping against my abdomen loudly, and I felt the wetness of
my flowing precum on my searing skin. He kept pushing at my briefs, working
them down my thighs, and past my knees, until they had joined my shorts,
puddled at my feet. I felt on fire, every nerve in my trembling body alive,
and singing, as Jason took a small step back, and looked at me, his head
moving as if in ultra-slow motion, from my eyes, to my feet, and then back,
settling on my throbbing erection, and dangling ball sac. After what seemed
an eternity, he moved closer, and I all but screamed, as his hand firmly
gripped my oozing cock, while his other hand gently cradled my pouch. His
eyes met mine again, and he winked, as he told me,

   "Ah, my Anthony...you are so very perfect, and beautiful...and this..."
as he slowly stroked my penis, and probed my balls, "is the
prize...sculpted, and so very perfect...I am proud to be the first man to
enjoy your treasures this way, and I thank you for that great privilege."

   As he touched me, and spoke those words, I actually thought for a moment
that I was just going to explode, and spray him down with the molten semen
that was absolutely churning in my aching balls, and I gritted my teeth,
forcing the compelling urge from my mind, desperately wanting for him to
continue touching me, anything he wanted, anything, and everything, and
more. I shuddered strongly, my whole body quivering, and a low groan
escaped my chest, as I muttered, breathlessly,

   "OHhhh Jason...my God...I'm going to explode, I think...it's all just
so...amazing...!"

   "Yes, it is, indeed amazing...and it can even be better than this...and,
I sincerely hope that you will allow me to show you all of that, as
well...but patience, young Anthony, patience...there is plenty of time for
it all...and, as long as you allow it, we will, indeed, get to it all..."

   I really couldn't imagine how anything could possibly feel any better
than him slowly rubbing my cock the way he was right now, but, I decided,
if he knew of something that did, I was all for having him show me,
definitely! My breathing was rapid, and shallow, and I could feel the thin
layer of sweat that had appeared on my forehead, and upper lip, as Jason
calmly continued to work my erection, and play with my balls. At one point,
he gripped the shaft in his fingers, and rubbed the flat side of his thumb
repeatedly across the wet head of my cock, and the electrical jolts that
generated shot straight to my balls, and it felt so good that I was
practically swooning, dizzy, and light headed. He looked deeply into my
eyes, as if reading my very soul, and, in a soft voice, he asked me,

   "Now Anthony, would you like to try touching me for a bit...?...find out
what it's like touching another cock, and balls...to feel how hard, and hot
it feels in your hands...would you like to try that, Anthony...?"

   Would I...oh God, yes, I thought...and, unable to find any voice, I
simply nodded my head, as Jason smiled one of his dazzling smiles, and gave
my throbbing cock one last squeeze, and let go of it. He quickly lowered
his shorts, letting them drop to the floor, then straightened up, and kind
of posed for me, letting me gaze hungrily at his stunning body, and I did
just that, my eyes settling on his bulging black briefs. His penis was
equally as rigid as my own, and it poked strongly against the soft material
of his briefs, and I could see a large wet spot, the material there darker
than the rest, and I instinctively licked my lips, as I imagined the taste
of his flowing fluids. He broke my reverie, when he quietly told me,

   "Go for it Anthony...it's all yours to explore...anything that you
want...just go for it..."

   Never taking my eyes off his swollen briefs, I extended my trembling
hands, and hooked the elastic band of his briefs. I tugged on it,
stretching it some, and began working the small garment over his hips. As I
got it past his cock, it sprang free, and stood nearly straight out from
his groin, bouncing gently with his pulse. I let out a low groaning sound,
as I stared at his cock, and the heavy pouch that swung below it, and my
breath caught in my throat. I managed to get the briefs down to his ankles,
and he stepped out of them, then, stood before me proudly naked. Slowly, I
snaked my hand toward that pulsing stalk, my fingertips just grazing the
silky smooth skin as if I feared being burned, and he shuddered slightly,
as I closed my fist around his hardness. Oh man, I thought, that's
incredible, so steely hard, and yet soft as silk, all at the same time. I
was surprised by the heat of it, and the rigidity of the tissue beneath
that warm skin, and I stroked it, savoring the sensation of the skin
sliding over the steely hard tissues. I stroked it up and down several
times, instantly loving the feel of it in my grip, and, mimicking his
movements, I ran my thumb over the wet, smooth head of it. The bulbous head
was wider than the shaft, and so smooth I could hardly believe it, and
slightly spongy to the touch, and as I stroked the shaft, a tiny tear drop
of clear fluid emerged from the tiny slit. I slid my thumb through it,
relishing the slickness of it, and spread it across the tender head of his
cock, and he moaned softly, and said,

   "Nice, Anthony...damn nice touch...now touch my balls too,
Anthony...gently, but touch them...it really adds to the experience..."

   Moving my free hand toward him, I opened my palm, and gently cradled his
pouch, hefting it, as I struck me how heavy they actually were, and, as I
closed my hand around the plump sac, I felt his balls moving inside. I
prodded at them carefully, fully aware of their tenderness, and explored
each nugget with my fingers, all the while still rubbing his rigid cock,
and Jason groaned some more, then said, his voice slightly choked, and
strained,

   "Good job, Anthony...you make me feel wonderful...another natural for
you, apparently...so tell me what you think, Anthony...about touching
another mans cock, and balls...?"

   Any response to that was definitely going to be understated, so surreal
was the experience of stroking his incredible cock, and fondling his large
balls, much like a dream come true, but I decided to just keep it simple,
and answered,

   "Amazing...I think it is absolutely...amazing...!"

   We fell silent then, as I continued to explore every part of his
manhood, until he finally reached down, and gripped my wrist, pulling my
hand from his equipment, as he turned sideways, and sat back down on the
sofa. I stood there, disappointment flooding over me that he had stopped
me, and he apparently read the expression on my face, smiling widely, as he
told me,

   "If anything, Anthony, you might be a little too good at that...I was
very, very close to loosing it, and, I'm not finished with you yet...but
tell me, Anthony...is all this what you had thought it to be..?...the
kissing, the touching and licking of the skin...nipple play...touching a
hard cock, and balls...is it all that you thought it to be...?'

   "YES...oh yes, and yes...all that, and more...so very much more...!" I
blurted, meaning each syllable completely.

   He smiled again, nodding his head in understanding of my rapt
excitement, then, he reached out, and grasped my erection, and tugged it,
drawing me closer, as I stood directly in front of him. He rubbed my cock
slowly, and it was so close to his face I actually felt his warm breath
wash over it as he exhaled. I shuddered, and he glanced up at me, and said,

   "Hold on Anthony...this is where it gets even better than before...!"

   I was just about to ask him how on earth that was possible, when he
answered me without speaking a word, but rather scooting slightly more
forward on the sofa, and engulfing the whole of my throbbing cock into his
warm, wet, mouth.

   "OHHhhh Jesus...Jason...ohhhh...!" I squealed, my voice actually
cracking some, as this feeling of mind-numbing pleasure coursed through me,
making me dizzy, and weak at the knees.

   I looked down, aghast at the nearly unbelievable sight of his head
moving steadily back and forth, as my nearly exploding cock slid in and out
of his mouth. Suddenly I knew exactly what he had meant before when he told
me it could be so much better, and he was totally right, this was, without
doubt, the single most intense feeling of my entire sixteen years! My hips
instinctively began rocking back and forth, matching his rhythm, and I was
issuing a near steady cadence of soft groans, and moans, as I panted, and
watched him suck me, mesmerized, and near to blacking out from sheer
pleasure overload. He added to the intensity then by gently cupping my
balls in his hand, and tugging on them carefully, rolling them in their
pouch, as his masterful sucking rhythm pulled me steadily toward the brink,
and I rocked my head back, rolling it side to side, as I struggled to make
this most wonderful of all events last, knowing full well that it was a
losing battle. It felt like every fiber of my quaking body was involved,
not a single nerve center unaffected by the intense pleasure that washed
over me. Each time he withdrew, he flicked that amazing tongue at the
sensitive spot where my coronal ridge joined, and I rocked up onto my toes,
shuddering and gasping from the depth of the pleasure he was providing me,
which was only intensified by the stunning visual of my cock riding in and
out of his mouth. Finally, I could take it no longer, my battle lost, as My
balls felt ready to implode, and I felt my cock spasm in his hot mouth, and
erupt, as streamer after streamer of my boiling semen spewed into his
mouth. I nearly fell from the intensity of the orgasm, the room turning
over, and I growled like a wounded grizzly, my hips bucking into him, as I
unloaded, and Jason happily gulped down my offering as quickly as my
draining balls delivered it.

   As the huge orgasm subsided, I felt rubber-kneed, and shaky, my whole
body seeming like one big convulsion, and I slowly sank to me knees in
front of him, sweating and panting like a sprint runner finishing a
race. He sat back, grinning at me, and swiped an errant string of my cum
from the corner of his mouth, then, asked me,

   "Well now, Anthony...was I right...or, was I right...hmm..?...is that
not just about the most incredible feeling ever...what do you think...?"

   I looked at him, nodding my head, as I struggled to find a voice, then,
finally answered,

   "Oh man, I guess...right...you were...are...definitely...right...big
time...I totally loved that, Jason...loved it...and had no clue
how...awesome...that would actually be...just...wow...!"

   He chuckled, obviously very pleased with himself to have shown me the
wonders of having my cock sucked that way, and told me,

   "Awesome, huh...nice...I like it...the funny thing is, though, I
actually can never decide if I most like doing it, or having it
done...tough problem to have, huh...?"

   I glanced up at his still very erect cock, then, looked into his eyes,
and said quietly,

   "I guess I really can't answer that...I never actually tried doing it
before, only this time of having it done to me, too..."

   He held my gaze a moment, then, splayed his legs wide, as if offering me
his erect cock, which he no doubt was, and winked at me, as he said,

   "Well Anthony...all of that can change very quickly...if you really
would like to be in a position to answer my question..."

   I flushed, feeling the heat flood into my face, as my gaze dropped once
more to that rock hard penis in front of me, and without further
hesitation, I quickly got my knees under me on the carpet, and dipped my
head between his smooth thighs, as my finger and thumb closed at the base
of his shaft, and I opened my mouth, and slid the entire length of him into
my mouth. The wide head moved into my throat, and I gagged slightly, before
pulling back slightly, and trying it again, this time going slower, as I
adjusted to the feeling of his thickness filling my mouth. I moved my head,
copying his movements on me, and ran my tongue all over his cock, as I got
sucked it, a bit awkwardly at first.

   "That's it Anthony...God, yes...just suck it and lick it...just like a
popsicle...oh baby-boy...damn that's good...!" he groaned.

   Once again my senses were reeling, the feel of his hardness gliding in
and out of my sucking mouth nothing short of amazing, and I began then to
get his meaning about which was the more intense, the sucking, or the being
sucked. In an instant, I loved this, and felt as though I'd done it
forever, finding my rhythm, and working his pulsing erection like a
champ. It occurred to me that I had actually loved each, and every facet of
this unbelievable day, from that first soft kiss that now seemed eons ago,
to this moment, with Jason's thick cock filling my mouth, and I was even
feeling eager to experience his impending erupting of thick cum, to taste
his very essence, and savor the strength that I would certainly hold over
him in that instant. I had really no sooner finished that thought when
Jason made it a reality, his cock lurching strongly inside my mouth, and
his hands suddenly gripping the sides of my head, as he thrust sharply
forward, and ejaculated, his warm cream suddenly flooding my mouth in rapid
jets. In an instant my mouth was totally flooded with the stuff, and my
taste buds exploded, as my mind registered an almond-bleach mixture of
flavor, and the warmth, and texture of it amazed me, and I eagerly
swallowed, then again, and then again, as his creamy fluid continued to
flow, finally dwindling to small dribbles, as his hardness began to wilt. I
slid his cock out of my mouth, and licked all over the head, swiping at the
last drops of his nectar, before releasing his now soft cock, and looking
up at him, a wide grin painted onto my face, as I told him,

   "I get it now...and I'm not sure either which is best...giving, or
getting...but I don't really care...I loved them both...a lot...!"

   He laughed, and reached down to ruffle my hair, as he replied,

   "You, Mr. Anthony, are some amazing kid...and to think I almost didn't
make the trip for Mike's birthday...man, would that have sucked...!"

   I giggled, feeling giddy, and said,

   "Yup, definitely...it would really have sucked for us NOT to suck...!"

      Following a really fun time in a shared shower, which provided me the
perfect opportunity to explore all of Jason's great body in even more
detail, and he mine, we moved to the big bed, and cuddled, feeling all
fresh and glowing from the long shower. I couldn't seem to get enough of
playing with his penis, and balls, and he just stretched out, and let me
touch him, kiss him, lick him to my hearts content, getting in several
gropes of his own as he did so. I slid down the bed, and sucked his amazing
cock for a while, then, scooted back up to the pillows, while he moved
down, and sucked me. We kept this up for about an hour, kind of taking
turns exploring, and getting explored, and the lust had escalated along
with our once again fully erect cocks. Jason seemed to never run out of
surprises for me, and, as he licked the tender head of my cock, then,
lapped down the length of my shaft, he offered up yet another surprise, as
he began lapping over my scrotum, wetting it with his saliva, then gently
sucking each of my balls into his mouth. The feeling was incredible, both
pleasurable, and just the slightest bit painful, all at once, and, as I
lost myself in the new feelings, I was surprised even more, when he
suddenly pushed my pouch to one side, and ran his tongue along the skin
behind my balls. He kept going, and finally ran into the crease of my ass,
and I gasped loudly, when I felt him push his tongue into me there, and
then deeper still, as he pushed my splayed legs wider still, and shifted
his body. I gasped again, my fists grabbing at the sheet under me, when I
felt his wet tongue probe firmly into my crack, and lap at my asshole!

   "Jason...dude...that's my...!" I chirped

   He made no response, but scaled up his attack, shifting his body again
for better access, as he again dug his tongue into me, and licked my
clenched little hole several times. The feeling was awesome, and I was
surprised to learn that I even had feelings there, and that, coupled with
the pure nastiness of it, had me fully interested in further exploring this
new twist on our game. He must have sensed my relaxing from the initial
shock of his bold action, and he dug his tongue deeper into me, pushing
against my tight pucker again and again, until my back was fully arched off
the bed, as I relished the strange, but incredible sensation of him licking
that most intimate of places. Suddenly, he moved, and his hands gripped the
backs of my thighs, and he bent my legs back, my knees nearly hitting my
chest, as he rolled me, and lifted me, until I was almost bent in half, my
ass completely exposed to his onslaught. He dove right back in, driving his
tongue firmly against my hole, finally penetrating, as he pushed up inside
me, and I wailed a long, groaning sound from somewhere deep inside of me.

   On he went, tonguing me, and licking me, his tongue pushing in and out
of my flexing hole, and I was oozing precum like a faulty faucet, soaking
my groin, and pubes with the clear, slippery fluid. Finally, he stopped,
withdrawing slightly, and took my drooling cock into his mouth, sucking
firmly on the head, as he vacuumed my leaking juices hungrily. Letting my
throbbing cock slide fully into his mouth then, he sucked me, as I felt his
finger probing my small pucker, pushing firmly against the tight ring of
muscle until it popped inside, and slid up into my ass. I grunted, the
feeling of sudden fullness registering on my feverish brain, and he wiggled
it around, then, moved in and out, and I realized he was actually finger
fucking me, as he gorged on my rampant cock. Too many intense sensations
all at once had me dizzy, and gulping air, and, as he started to once more
work the sweet spot on my cock head with his flicking tongue, his finger
suddenly touched something inside me, and stroked it, and I lost it
completely, my cock flexing strongly, as I once more erupted into his
mouth, flooding him with my ejaculating juices. It felt like I could keep
shooting forever, as jet after jet shot from my spasming cock, until I
worried that my balls themselves might actually eject from my slit, until
finally, it was over, and I dropped like a rag-doll on the bed, panting,
and gasping. Jason released my wilted cock then, and opened his mouth,
letting me see my creamy discharge that he held there, then, swallowed, and
licked his lips. He smiled at me, and slowly moved his hand to his face,
then, sucked the finger that he had pushed inside of me, as he winked at
me. Jesus, I thought, this man is unbelievable...he's wonderful, totally,
but...unbelievable...!

   "So then Anthony...what about that little adventure...how do we feel
about that...too nasty for you...or...?"

   I flushed, a little embarrassed to answer him truthfully, that I felt
awesome about what he had just done, licking me there, and tonguing me, and
finger fucking me...and, most of all, touching that spot that had made me
nearly instantly unload my cum. I finally managed to say,

   "Jason...dude...you are just so amazing...anything...everything...you
do...show me, whatever...I just love it all...and, I loved you
doing...that...too...that one spot...in there...especially...wow...!"

   He gave me a wicked look, his eyebrows going up and down, as he grinned,
and said,

   "Anything and everything...perfect answer Anthony...but you might want
to be careful with throwing around commitments like that...I might just
call you on it, and then you would be in for the ultimate of gay-sex
experiences..."

   Jesus, I thought, there's more...?...damn...and thus intrigued, I of
course just had to ask...

   "The ultimate...?...wow...that sounds like something I shouldn't
miss...I mean, with all this other stuff being so amazing...what could be
the ultimate...?"

   He chuckled, then leaned down over me, and rolled me bodily onto my
stomach, and then quickly straddled my legs, and I yelped, when I felt him
sliding his hard cock along the crease of my butt. He chuckled again, and
actually pushed that big thing into my crack, and told me,

   "Yup, you guessed it, dude...for me, the ultimate would be to fuck this
sweet little ass of yours... just slide this bad boy right up in there, and
let you know what it's like to go the distance...it's been a while since I
had a cherry, actually...what do you think of that plan, Anthony...?"

   I actually hadn't thought about that at all, and I tried to imagine what
it might feel like to have a fat dick inside my ass, and I reflected on the
feeling of his finger moving inside me. That, I decided, had been kind of
cool, especially that one spot he was touching, and I wondered if that
awesome feeling would happen even stronger if he did put his cock in me. I
had seen web site pictures of guys doing that, and they both looked like
they thought it was hot, too. Making my mind up that I really wanted to
make the most of this opportunity with Jason, I sucked in a breath, and
told him,

   "Actually, I think doing that might be pretty awesome...do you...um...do
you really want to do that with me...?"

   He gripped both of my butt cheeks in his hands, and squeezed them, then,
spread them, and I felt his cock pressing against my exposed little hole,
as he answered,

   Are you kidding, Anthony...do I WANT to fuck this hot little
ass...?...damn right I do...and I will too, if you say the word...but, you
should know up front that there is usually some discomfort involved,
especially at first...does that scare you off, young Anthony...?"

   He pretty much had me now, as he kept teasing that cock head around my
hole, and discomfort or not, I was hooked, really wanting to feel him
inside me, at least for a enough time to know for sure what it was like, so
I asked him again,

   "I can deal with that, Jason...and, I really think I want to try it...I
might not get another chance...so yea, I want to, if you want to..."

   He kept working his cock around my hole, and sliding it along my crease,
and he replied,

   "Oh, I want to very much Anthony...I would love it totally...but you
need to say it, bud...you need to ask me, so that if you find out you hate
it, it won't be something I forced on you, or made you try...just like all
the rest of it, I can show you, but it's up to you to try it...so,
Anthony...what's it going to be...?"

   I wiggled my ass at him, and took a big breath, held it, then let it go,
as I said softly,

   "Yes Jason...I do...I want you to fuck me with that hot cock that is
already making me crazy...so do it then...the ultimate...fuck me,
Jason...!"

   He gave my butt a little slap, then, moved off the bed, and went to his
bag, digging around in it, then, came back, showing me a small bottle of
something called Astroglide, and explained to me that it was a slippery gel
that would make things easier, and less uncomfortable for me. I nodded, as
he got back on the bed, and positioned himself behind me, then, lifted my
middle up, as he instructed me to get onto my knees, which I did. I tugged
a pillow under my head, and lowered it, pushing my butt up, and I squealed
a little, as Jason applied the cold, slimy fluid to my hole, then, slid his
now slick finger up inside me again. I let out a whoosh of air, adjusting
to the full sensation of his finger in me, and he began moving it in and
put again, and dragging it across that special place, making me moan into
my pillow. He kept at that a while, then told me quietly that he as going
to add a second finger, then did it, as I let out another grunt. It didn't
actually hurt, more like just that stuffed feeling, and, when he touched
that one place, it felt really, really good, making my dick go fully erect
once more.

   "Damn, Anthony, this is one beautiful little ass, dude...tight, and
warm...I'm going to love sliding my dick in here, definitely...so tell me
what you are feeling right now...?"

   I turned my head sideways on the pillow, and concentrated hard on his
fingers moving in and out of me, then answered,

   "I feel really full...but good, too...maybe kind of like I want to go,
you know...only I really don't...just a feeling...it's pretty much ok,
actually..."

   "Yes, well that is your muscles reacting to my fingers pushing inside
you...most generally, this is an exit kind of place, after all, and your
muscles are a bit confused, and reacting, trying to expel my
fingers...trust me, babe, it will get better as you get more used to
it...that's why we are taking it slow and easy...just try to relax...go all
soft inside, and try no to fight it...much better soon now..."

   Well, obviously I trusted him, a lot, actually, all face down here on
the bed with my little ass up, and totally at his mercy, but I did what he
told me, and forced myself to loosen up, and try to relax my inner muscles
as best I could manage. After a few minutes, he was right, it did get
better, and I kind of got past the full feeling, and the urge to push him
out, and he kept adding the slippery stuff, which actually felt really
nice. After a bit, I felt him slide fully out of me for a second, then,
more of the cool gel on my hole, before he went back into me, this time
even wider, as he quietly told me he was now using three of his fingers in
me. I grunted some, and even clenched my teeth, not because it actually
hurt much, but because it just felt like a lot to be in such a tight
place. He went in and out some, his free hand stroking over my back, and he
talked to me in this soft little voice, most of which I missed, but it
sounded encouraging anyway, and he kind of lingered on that sweet spot,
pressing firmly on it with his fingers, and that was amazing, making my
cock spasm, and my balls get all tingly.

   After a while, I guess he had some sign that told him I was ready, and
he eased his fingers out of me, then, added some more of the gel to my
slimy hole. He stirred around, making the bed rock some, then I felt him
close in behind me, as he rubbed the mounds of my butt, then spread them
apart. I felt the cool air on my exposed hole, and Jason moved again, and
all but whispered for me to relax, go soft, and to kind of push out once he
started entering me. I mumbled a kind of reply, and sucked in a big gulp of
air, tense, and waiting to feel his cock go into me. He moved again, then,
I gasped, as I felt him press his cock against my slippery hole, then press
harder still, and I let out a sharp yelp, as the head of it suddenly pushed
past my tight opening, and slipped inside me. He stopped moving then
staying really still, as I huffed and gulped air, feeling like a pole was
sticking in my butt. Again, it wasn't a lot of pain, just the sense of how
big it was, and a kind of pressure inside me, and I remembered then what he
said, and kind of pushed out, and willed my muscles to relax, and go soft,
not fighting him. He must have sensed my relaxing, as he pushed again, and
another couple of inches of his cock slid into me, and I groaned, this time
feeling some pain, along with even more of the stuffed feeling.

   He stopped again, his hand rubbing my back, and my ass cheeks, as he
quietly asked if I was doing ok, and I nodded on the pillow, and squeezed
my eyes shut. He waited a bit, then, pushed again, this time a long, steady
push, as his cock burrowed into me, and I let out a chirp, as it slid over
that special place, distracting me from the discomfort. He flexed his hips
a few times, moving his cock inside me, and he asked me again if I was ok,
before slowly pulling his cock back, not totally leaving me, but way more
shallow than he had just been in me. He stopped again, then, pushed again,
once more going fully into me, a short pause, then, withdrawing again. I
was huffing a lot, my butt kind of searing hot, not real pain, and so very
full. He kept moving that way, steady and slow, and I actually began to get
it, as I learned to work my muscles in sync with his in and out movements,
and suddenly the discomfort was almost all gone, replaced by a multitude of
mixed sensations, most of them really nice, especially coming from that one
spot.

   "Damn, Anthony...you are so amazing...you got it already...fucking me
back like a champ...Jesus kid...you really are a natural at all
this...damn...this is so fucking good...!" he told me, as he steadily
pumped at me, and I moved my butt to meet his thrusts, and contracted, and
relaxed my muscles to meet his movements, trying to be the ying, to his
yang.

   We found the rhythm then, our movements becoming fluid, and Jason was
making sure that his cock stimulated my inner sweet spot with each thrust,
and suddenly any discomfort I had felt earlier was simply gone, and I was
into it, big time. The sound of our bodies slapping together, and our
mingled groans filled the room, and I began to feel the growing pressure in
my balls, as Jason masterfully drilled me, his rigid cock ridding
repeatedly over my gland, and I dug a hand under me to work my drooling
cock, sensing my orgasm rapidly building as I stroked myself in combination
with the incredible sensation of Jason's cock plowing me, and hitting my
hot spot.

   "Oh God...fuck...I'm gonna blow, Jason...ohhhh, shiiiit...!" I wailed,
as my cock jerked in my pumping fist, and erupted, my cum blasting forth in
thick, strong ejaculations that spurted onto the bed sheet under me.

   Jason executed several fast, and deep strokes, his hands tightly
gripping my hips, as he hissed, his voice tight with tension,

    "Oh fuck yea...me too, Anthony...me too...fuuuuuck, it's good...gonna
cum...aggg...right...fucking...NOW...!"

   Oh man...oh wow, I thought...amazing...I can actually feel him
shooting...and feel his cock pumping it out into me...oh, man...and the
wetness on my balls, and the back of my thighs...his cum shooting into me,
then, oozing out, as he continued thrusting...and then...feeling his cock
soften as it drained, and began to wilt, still deep inside me...oh
man...man...!

   Both of us were panting like marathon runners, sucking in air, as Jason
gently eased his cock out of me, then, stretched out beside me, as I lay
there thinking how suddenly I actually felt empty, when just minutes ago, I
was feeing stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey. He laid his hand on my back,
stroking me, as he leaned in and kissed my neck, then said,

    "Damn Anthony, that, was amazing...awesome...you were great,
dude...seriously great...are you sure you never did any of this stuff
before...?"

   I turned my head on the pillow, and smiled at him, as I kind of shook my
head in the negative, and answered,

   "I'm sure...never...but, I sure as hell am going to again,
definitely...and yea, it was, definitely, amazing...and so are you!"

   After some cozy cuddling, and some slow, gentle kissing and touching, we
made our way to the bathroom, and shared a chaste shower, and, as he
tenderly toweled me down, Jason went to his knees, and slid my cock inside
his highly skilled mouth, and brought me to yet another mind-bending
orgasm, eagerly swallowing my more meager offering as I tightly gripped his
bobbing head.

   I dressed then, as it was sadly time for me to return to the real world
as I knew it, and for Jason to return home, and the pursuit of his
studies. At the door, we exchanged one last tender hug, and kiss, and, as I
walked down the hallway, he called out to me, saying,

    "Hey, hot-stuff...Mike has another birthday in only eleven months, and
twenty-nine days, right...?"

   I turned, and smiled back at his grinning face, nodded my head, and told
him,

   "Can't wait...!"

The end

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