"Jorge"

by decal <decal02@hotmail.com>

Here's a little fantasy I wrote about me and Jorge, this hunky,
skateboarding Latino kid who lives next door.  I was looking down into his
backyard a few months ago and watched him and his older brother playing
one-on-one basketball.  Jorge was shirtless, beltless pants hanging low on
his hips, showing a lot of his white briefs.  I was rubbing my hard-on
through my sweatpants as I watched.  When the two of them stopped playing,
his brother collapsed into a chair and Jorge started rubbing his neck and
shoulders.  When they went back into the house, I headed for my computer.
This and a pair of cum-soaked briefs are what followed:

You know I have a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders. And that's what
you find as you move up behind me and begin to expertly probe those painful
knots of tight muscle through my blue flannel shirt. You speak quietly and
soothingly to me--relax and breath deeply you tell me. At one point you
reach down to the top button my shirt.

"Is it OK," you ask.

"Sure," I reply.

You slowly undo each button, revealing my firm and hairy chest. You have
this tremendous urge to run your fingers through my dark fur but with great
difficulty you control yourself. I lean forward slightly so that you can
push the shirt off my shoulders. You ask if I have any lotion you can
use. You go and find it. On the way back you spontaneously pull off your
white T-shirt. You like how you look. Strong and lightly muscular, dark
Hispanic skin, soft black hair accenting your pecs. More of it points from
your navel down into your blue jeans. I turn briefly and look at you. I've
not seen your shirtless before. I almost tell you that you're beautiful but
hold back not wanting to embarrass you or myself.

You move up back behind me and pour the lotion into your hand, rubbing it
first with the other to warm it. Your fingers now touch my bare skin and
chills run through me. Not cold chills. No, these are the chills of intense
pleasure that run deep inside and eventually find their way to the
testicles. I feel my dick start to swell. Since I'm not wearing underwear
under my loose-fitting white sweatpants, you won't be able to miss my
arousal. I wonder what you will do. As you continue to work on my
shoulders, you are looking intently down into my lap. The bulge of my
erection grows, rising straight out from my crotch. Seeing me excited
excites you. You feel your own dick grow and lengthen in your pants,
pointing toward your right hip and held tightly against your pelvis by your
tight white Jockeys. You wish you had put on boxers this morning--giving
more room for your penis to grow. Instinctively you want to touch yourself
but you keep your hands busy loosening my tight muscles. I!
 moan deeply in appreciation. You feel tremendous satisfaction at the
pleasure you're giving. It stirs your genitals even more. I lean my head
back against your bare stomach. You catch your breath. The touch of my hair
excites your sex. It starts to throb. You know that precum is starti ng to
soak into your briefs. You look down into my upturned face. My eyes are
closed, my face muscles relaxed. My lips form a slight smile. You lightly
rub around my ears for a few moments, then let your hands move down the
front of my neck into the hair above my pecs. You find my nipples and begin
to rub them with your finger tips.

"Oh, God, that feels good," I say.

My nipples begin to get hard and the harder they get the more currents of
excitement race to my balls and cock. I feel my hard-on uncontrollably
jerking in my sweats. My hand moves automatically to the bulge and I start
stroking and rubbing the length and head of my hidden rod. I open my eyes
and see you staring hungrily at my tented sweats. You want so badly to
touch yourself, to free the demanding bone in your pants. But you keep your
fingers working over and pinching my nipples. You see my eyes are open. We
both smile broadly.

"Take it out, Mike" you say. "I want to see it."

I push down the front of my sweats and free my cock.

"You like?" I ask.

"Very much," you answer. I begin to stroke its full length. Precum appears
and I rub it around the sensitive head. I reach back and pull you to the
side of my chair. Your jeans ride low on your hips. Your white briefs stand
out against your dark skin. I turn and reach up to touch and stroke your
chest. When I start to play with your nipples, you laugh and tell me it
tickles. I laugh, too, as I shift my attention to the hair below your
naval.

"Where's it go?" I ask as I let my finger trace the edge of your Jockeys. I
try to sound naive and innocent and am sure I'm not convincing.

"Check and see," you answer. But first I place my hand over the long bulge
in your jeans. "Mighty impressive, Jorge."

I look up into your face and catch your face flushing a bit. I realize that
you're actually quite shy. With both hands I open the waist button of your
jeans. Then I slowly, very slowly ease down your zipper. As your pants slip
down off your hips, my hand once again cups your hard-on. Only the thin
damp cotton of your briefs now separate me from what I long to touch. I
feel you throb under my palm. More precum soaks through to my skin. You
start pushing down on your jeans and I help you get your black boots and
pants off. I guide you to straddle me legs. Immediately my face is rubbing
against the front of your Jockeys. You push back forcing your hardness
against my cheeks and nose. Your briefs have a clean smell with just
slightest hint of precum and urine. God, you smell good. I start to mouth
your hard-on, starting at the base of your shaft. Soon I'm sucking at the
precum around your cockhead.

"Now, Mike, now," you whisper urgently.

You push down the front of your briefs, freeing your cock. My lips go right
to the head, sucking only the tip into my mouth. My tongue plays with your
piss slit. You can take just so much teasing and you grab my head. You hold
it steady as you slip your full length into my mouth. You let out a low,
deep moan. I begin to give serious attention to bringing you pleasure,
working my mouth, tongue and teeth (very gently with the teeth) over and
around your rock-hard manhood. It isn't very long before I sense in you an
urgency that says you're coming close to the edge. I release your dick from
mouth.

"Not yet, ol' buddy," I say. "Let's get these off now."

Your Jockeys are quickly gone, as are my sweatpants. I begin to play with
your balls. I pull gently on them. You moan.

"Ah, you like that," I say.

"Oh, yes," you reply. I pull on them a few more times. "Careful...careful,"
you warn me. Your orgasm is a wave just about to break. I ease you down to
sit on my knees.

"Take a breather, Jorge" I tell you.

I reach over to my desk and get the bottle of lubricant I have stashed in a
drawer. I squeeze a large glob of the stuff onto the head of my cock and
start coating my erection with the thick, watery substance. I realize I
need to be careful, too. A few too many strokes and I'll be shooting cum
all over. You watch me carefully, intrigued as always by the sight of
another man handling his cock. You finally reach over and both our hands
touch, stroke and squeeze my rod. Then you bring your lips up close to
mine. We hesitate just a moment. Our lips touch, our mouths open, our
tongues probe deeply. A few moments later I really start to get close. I
reluctantly pull away. You try to hold our kiss.

"Time to trade again," I say in a shaky voice.

I motion and you stand up again. My mouth envelopes your whole cock. Yours
is a good sucking cock, filling my mouth and reaching down my throat just
right. As I suck on you, I let my lubricant covered hand explore the crack
of your ass. When I touch your hole, you moan loudly, encouraging me. I
begin to probe gently, very gently. The lubricant helps me ease the tip of
my finger into you. I don't push any further wanting you to get used to my
penetration. I ease my finger out. Still sucking on your erection, I scoop
some more lubricant off my cock and return to your ass. This time my finger
slides all the way in. I find your prostrate and begin to massage
it. You're whimpering in pleasure above me. I know that you're close now,
and I want you to cum now. I want to taste you, feel your heat fill my
mouth. Your orgasm hits fast and furious. You jam your cock deep down my
throat just as your spasms hit. You rock back and forth against me, totally
abandoned to the throes of your bo!  dy. I ease my finger out of you but
continue to suck gently and slowly on your cock. It stays hard, even as you
begin to relax. Finally I guide you once again back down onto my knees. You
don't say a word. You don't have to. Your smile says it all. I begin to
stroke my cock. I know it won't take long. But you grab my wrist.

"I want to try something," you say.

You've fantasized about doing this for a long time. My ass play has
triggered that longing in a powerfully physical way. You ask me to slouch
down in the chair. Then you rise up and position your ass right over my
erection. You begin to rub yourself against the head of my lubricant-slick
cock. I reach down and hold my rod steady. I'm amazed and excited at what
you are doing. Your hole finds my cockhead. Tentatively, you push.

"That's my cock, Jorge" I say. "You like feeling it touch you there?"

You nod vigorously. "Yeah, it feels so nice."

I feel you push again, then ease up. Push again, ease up. I put more
lubricant on my cock. You push again. My cockhead begins to slowly ease
into you. You feel pain and retreat. I think you are going to give up. But
you try again. This time more of me enters you. You stop. It hurts like
hell but you don't move, trying to relax. The pain begins to ease. You push
a little more and my cockhead is totally enveloped. My shaft is narrower
and you find yourself slowly dropping down into my lap until I'm buried
deep inside you.

"Oh, I can't believe it ... I can't believe it." You're covered in sweat.

"Are you OK?" I ask.

"Yes ... yes," you reply. "Just don't move, don't do anything."

Then you wrap your arms around me. Our lips meet and we kiss long and
deeply. I feel your ass muscles tightening and relaxing around my sex. I
feel myself moving back and forth toward orgasm but not quite making
it. You are filled with my hard presence and feel both fear of pain and
excitement at being penetrated for the first time. You are in a spell and
can't move. I break our kiss and look down between us. Your dick rises up
hard between our bellies. I cover it with lubricant and begin stroking
you. You begin to moan in pleasure, more loudly than before. Your orgasm
begins to build and as it does, your ass muscles start to contract more
tightly around my cock. I feel myself being carried along. You wrap your
arms tightly around me and hold on. Both of us are now drenched in
sweat. Your orgasm hits. As your cum shoots up between us, your ass even
more strongly pulses around me. Then I'm over the edge, crying out. You
feel the blazing heat of my cum as I flood your insides. F!  rozen like
statues, we stay like this for minutes? hours? Time stops.
 I softened inside you and my dick eases out. You say something. I don't
make out the words but that's OK. I know they were nice words. You move to
get up off me. We both stand and embrace. Then I pick you up in my arms and
carry you to my bed. You wake up several times during the night, my body
wrapped around yours.