Kirk - Defrosting
by Bill Fore  -  b4@earthlink.net 
         
     My old lady was a real pain in the ass.  Every time I'd get settled
into a new school and think we were actually going to live somewhere for a
while, she'd "fall in love" again... or break up again, and we'd have to
move... again!  Since she divorced my deadbeat old man I think she and I
lived with seven men, three of which she married.  Most of these guys hated
me since they were stuck with me as part of the package to get in her
shorts... like buying a good dog that has fleas.  Mom was a pretty good
looker, but dumb as hell and totally immature.  She never pried a dollar
out of any of the bastards, including my old man, so we were always poor
and very dependent.
     So... I'm in the middle of my senior year in high school when she
flips for this guy who works for the highway department.  He happens to
live in the mountains behind Los Angeles, about sixty miles from where we
lived.  He plows snow from the roads in the winter and drives truck in the
summer.  He also wants to plow my very willing mother regularly, so she
says it's time to move... again.  Bob seems like an okay guy, balding and a
bit of a nerd.  At least he tries to be nice to me and he's not a drunk
like my father and most of the others.  I attempted to get her to let me
stay with a buddy until school is out and I've graduated, but both my
mother and my buddy's mother didn't think it was such a good idea.
      At least I finished swimming season and got my letter for all
breaststroke and a few freestyle events.  Mother was the sexual one in my
family.  I was a virgin and had never actually done any real breaststroking
in all of my eighteen- and-a-half years.  Like most of the other guys I
knew, my sex life was all in my head, with a whole lot of help from my
hand.  I don't know why she could meet guys and be in the sack in a flash,
and I just couldn't score.  I guess it was because I was way too shy with
girls.  It certainly wasn't because I didn't want to "do it" really bad.
Hell, I wasn't a bad looker, either.  Dirty blond, five-eleven, unmarked
clear skin, well-muscled body with a swimmers build, great face (they
said), bright blue eyes, etc.
     Things changed when we moved to the mountains.  I knew it was time to
get to work and become independent.  I didn't want to be forced to move
again whenever mom's pussy ached for a new man.  So... I stuck to finishing
up with high school and getting a job.
     Actually, it was kind of a stupid idea to decide to start working when
there wasn't much work.  The only regular job I could find was in a pizza
place in a little mountain town about ten miles from where we lived.  It
was only five bucks an hour.  Mom's new boyfriend sold me his five year old
Honda 650 bike on payments so I could get to work and back.
     I was really used to city life.  The mountains and the mountain lakes
were very beautiful, but life in the hills was strangely different.  The
mountain road from our house to work winds through the trees, and there's
nobody around and not even a house for at least five miles of the ten mile
trip.  It's not like living in the middle of L.A.
     One Saturday in late August I was on the eleven in the morning until
eight in the evening shift.  When I went to work it was beautiful and warm,
so I dressed in my usual summer stuff... shorts, tank top, white sox and
sneakers.  At work I just had to add an apron to the get-up.  It was a very
casual set-up.
     Late in the afternoon a rain squall came up, but a half hour later it
was clear again.  I'm not the type of guy to watch weather forecasts so I
didn't know a big change was coming.
     It was just dark when I got off work.  I played a couple of quarters
worth of Mortal Kombat II with a buddy and then jumped on my bike for home.
Bob and Mom were off to Vegas until Sunday and I was looking forward to
having an evening alone.  About a mile from the pizza store it started to
drizzle.  I should have turned around right then, but I was too stupid.  As
I drove on the rain got heavier and colder.  By the time I'd gone about
five miles my tank top and shorts were soaked to the skin and I was feeling
totally frozen.  I slowed down so the wind wouldn't be so bad, but that
didn't really help, either.
     The rain had become very heavy... and very, very cold.  I began to
actually really think I was going to die.  It was the most miserable I'd
ever been in my whole life and I didn't know what to do.  I was shaking and
shuddering from the cold and very, very scared.  I stopped once, but that
was no help.  There was no place to hide.  I knew I'd never make it all the
way home.  I was getting very numb.  I began to move the bike again, about
thirty miles an hour or so.  The rain was in my eyes and I could barely
see.
     Something caught my eye.  I'd just driven past a new mailbox.  I
quickly slowed, turned around, drove back, and found a small car trail
leading up the hill between the trees by the box.  The trail seemed new,
too.  The rain wasn't so heavy under the trees, but I realized I was
feeling kind of paralyzed.  It was even hard to steer the bike.  About a
quarter mile down the trail there was a new house in the trees on a ridge
with lights on and a new Chevy Blazer parked beside it.  I almost stumbled
up the stairs.
     I knocked.  Waited.  Nothing happened.  I knocked again, louder.  I
was feeling very numb and paralyzed.  My whole body was shaking.  After a
very long period of knocking a very pregnant lady in a quilted bathrobe
opened the door.  She was instantly alarmed when she saw me.  She jumped
back, pressed a button on the wall and yelled, "Jimmy... come quick."  She
leaned back against the wall holding her bloated stomach and looking at me
in fright.  We just stood, she against the wall and me in the open doorway,
shivering and shaking... and staring at each other without speaking.
     A big, lean, muscular, shirtless, hairless young black guy came up
some stairs, saw me, and instantly sprang into action.  "Janice... take it
easy.  I'll take care of it," he said as he moved through a door.  He came
back with a big bath towel.  He pulled me inside the door, closed it, and
then quickly wrapped me in the towel.  I was shivering violently.  The
pregnant lady watched for a moment.  "What can I do, Jimmy?", she asked.
He told her not to worry and to go to bed.  She turned, slowly started
walking away.  "I'll make some hot cocoa," she said.
     This guy Jimmy and I stood in the hallway with me dripping on a throw
rug.  He was really friendly and helpful.  I was numb and scared.  He
rubbed my skin through the towel for a few moments, and then went through
another doorway.  He came back with a huge comforter.  He helped me pull
off my wet tank top, then pulled down my shorts and underwear.  Quickly he
put the wet clothes on the towel, glanced at me, and then bent over to
remove my shoes and sox.  He wrapped the big comforter around me and then
led me into a den and helped me to lay on a couch.  He began massaging my
arms and legs through the comforter.
     Janice brought the cocoa.  I sipped it, but it was hard to stop
shivering.  Jimmy told Janice that everything was under control and that
she should return to bed.  "If you need anything, babe, don't get
up... just ring the intercom, okay?"  She nodded and smiled weakly.  Jimmy
looked at me after she'd left.  "Rough pregnancy.  For weeks she's really
been sick.  Just got back from the hospital," he said.
     I calmed down a little but was still shaking pretty badly.  Jimmy
knelt in front of me and rubbed my feet for a few minutes.  "I got an idea.
Let's get you into the hot tub," he said.  I kind of knew I was going to
live by that time.  Since my mind was no longer totally fixated on my
condition I began to get chances to look at Jimmy.  If the sight wasn't so
startling I might not have noticed, but he was dressed only in tight, very
short Levi cut-off's and there wasn't a hair on him anywhere.  His
perfectly proportioned ebony body gleamed like it was oiled or
"Armor-All'ed."  Jimmy was like a moving statue... very muscular,
absolutely hairless except for his eyebrows (the top of his head was bald
and even his armpits had been shaved).  He had a most beautiful face,
perfect teeth, and there was a rather large ear ring in each ear.
     Jimmy effortlessly picked up my 170 pound body, put me over his huge,
muscular shoulders and carried me down two flights of stairs and out on a
wooden deck.  It was still raining, but the big hot spa was under a canopy.
Jimmy stood me on a bench, opened the top of the tub, took the comforter
off of me and helped me get in.  The warm water stung my cold skin but it
felt really good.  I slowly sank down up to my neck.  I saw Jimmy removing
his cut off's and realized he was going to get in the tub with me.  It was
obvious that he was a very studly male.  Even though I was still shivering
and shaking I couldn't help but notice his absolutely perfect, hard,
ebony-brown athlete's body.  His big cock hung long with a bulbous, purple
head and, again, there was absolutely no hair anywhere.
     Jimmy was very business-like.  He sat behind me in the tub and began
to rub my arms, shoulders, and then my back.  "Let's get the circulation
going," he said.  As he rubbed my skin, we talked... exchanging names and
the facts of what had happened.  His touch felt wonderful.  I was beginning
to slowly stop shivering and shaking.
     Jimmy moved to kneel in front of me in the tub and pulled my legs into
his lap.  He began to rub from toes up to thighs, first one leg and then
the other.  It was very strange having my skin against his.  Jimmy rubbed
my lower legs for a while and then sat cross-legged on the spa floor
directly in front of me and put my thighs over his knees.  His hands now
ran up my thighs to my sides, reaching to run up and down my back and then
up and down my chest.  "Feeling better?"  I nodded.  "Yeah,
Jimmy... thanks."  His hands continued to move almost everywhere, over
chest, stomach, hips, thighs, down to toes, and then back up my inner
thighs to within inches of my balls and swelling cock.
     "You're a sharp looking young man, Kirk," Jimmy said.  "I'll bet
you're a real lady killer."  As I was about to answer I heard Janice's
voice on a speaker.  "Jimmy.  Jimmy."  Quickly the amazing hairless young
black man got up on the edge of the spa and reached to push the intercom
button.  "Janice, you okay?", he asked.  I couldn't help but notice that
Jimmy's huge cock was fully erect as he sat a scant foot from my face.
Janice's voice came over the intercom once more.  "I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm feeling really weak and I need to get my medicine.  Can you help me
for a minute?"  He pressed the button again.  "Be right there, love."  He
stood up, not attempting to conceal the huge weapon that stood out before
his damp body.  "Hang on, Kirk.  I'll be right back."  He stepped out of
the tub, quickly wiped himself with a towel, pulled on his tight cut-off's
and went into the house.
     I felt strange but very much alive.  I was getting more and more back
to normal and there were no shivers anymore.  Now there was a whole new
sensation as my seven inches of uncut hardness pressed against my belly.  I
wondered about the man who had clearly saved me.  Why was he being so
caring?  Why was he so free to touch me and why did it feel so good?  Why
was I feeling so turned on from his touch, even though he had not touched
my cock or balls?  Why was I so tremendously excited by seeing his amazing
ebony body?  I had never seen anyone like him before except, possibly, in
one of those sexy perfume ads on the tube.
     I felt a slight breeze on my face, and in the stillness I could hear
the steady rain coming down not far from where I soaked in the warm water
under the canopy.
     Jimmy returned.  He dropped his cut-off's and joined me again.  I
noticed that his cock was no longer standing out from his body, even though
it still looked very large and full.  He sat beside me and smiled.  "You're
feeling pretty good now, aren't you Kirk?"  I nodded.  His hand touched my
knee.  "We've got to be sure there's no tingling sensations anywhere."  He
turned toward me and began running his hands over my legs again.  The only
tingling sensations were in my hardening cock.  The water in the spa was so
clear I'm sure Jimmy could see my erection since he was sitting so close,
but he seemed to pay no attention.
     His hands ran over every inch of my body except for touching my
throbbing meat.  "Any tingling?  Any unusual feelings?"  I shook my head.
He stood up, again freely showing me a full erection.  He stepped out,
picked up a towel and dried himself.  Then he picked up the other towel.
"Okay, Kirk... stand up and I'll dry you."  I was hesitant because of my
own erection.  I stood and stepped out of the spa.  He wrapped the towel
around me.
     "God, you're a beaut, Kirk," Jimmy said.  As he carefully dried me,
the edges of the towel moved over my hardness.  I was feeling very sexual.
"Got to be sure you don't get a chill," he said, drying me.  We went inside
and I followed him into a bedroom on that lower level.  I was wrapped in
the towel but Jimmy was still naked.  He indicated I should get in bed as
he pulled back the covers.  I got in and he pulled the covers back over me.
"I'll check on Janice.  Be right back."  He pulled on his cut-off's and
left.
     I noticed the bedside clock.  It was after midnight.  I'd been there
about three hours.  I knew I was going to stay overnight because it was
still raining very hard off and on.  By now I was warm.  I pulled off all
the covers except for the sheet.
     Jimmy returned.  Again, as soon as he got in the room he dropped his
cut-off's.  "How's your wife doing?", I asked.  He chuckled, climbing on
top of the covers on the other side of the bed.  "Janice isn't my wife,
Kirk... she's the wife of my best friend."  He proceeded to explain that
his best friend, Marc, was a big time pro football player and had to go to
training camp.  Since Janice was having such a hard time with her
pregnancy, Marc had asked Jimmy to come up to the mountains and stay with
her.  "Janice's mom is an alcoholic, so she's not reliable.  I guess I'm
Janice's best friend, too, only it's different than with Marc.  I'm just
taking off the fall semester to take care of her."
     He asked how I was feeling.  I smiled.  "Great, man...  thanks to
you."  "No problem, Kirk.  I get a real kick out of helping
people... especially beautiful people, like you.  That's why I'm up here."
He paused, looking me in the eye.  "You see, Marc and I had a special
relationship not even Janice knows about.  Actually, she probably guesses,
but chooses not to know.  Ever since Marc and I were about twelve we were
like, kind of, ah... playmates.  You know, we'd do everything... play, do
sports, work out, shower together and wash each other, give each other
rubdowns.  Then we'd experiment together... sexually."  Jimmy carefully
went on to explain that he was "probably" (he said) gay, or at least "bi."
"Maybe some day I'll meet a girl that turns me on, like Marc did."
     I was full of questions.  "You, ah... you had sex...  together?"  He
nodded, smiling.  "God, we had some awesome times, Kirk.  Sometimes we'd
just cuddle together and touch each other.  Sometimes we'd just jack each
other off... other times we'd get... ah, oral... sometimes it'd be...
like, everything."  He must have had vivid memories.  I could see his big
cock swell to another full erection.  There was no way the sheet hid my
reaction, either.
     We talked a lot about our lives.  I told him about mom and her many
boyfriends.  He told me about growing up in South-Central L.A. without a
father, either.  Actually, Jimmy and I hadn't lived that far apart.  Jimmy
was told he had a terrific body and finally felt alright about showing it.
He'd done a lot of figure and nude body modeling, nude dancing, a little
acting, and was studying art and photography.
     We were both getting very tired.  "Care if I sleep here with you,
Kirk?  I won't do anything."  Deep inside I was very curious about this
amazing ebony stud.  I guess I kind of wished he would do something.  I was
now warm and comfortable, and very horny.  I told him I'd like it if he
stayed.  After all, I thought, it was clearly his room.  Jimmy got up, went
to the can, then turned down the heat and turned off the lights.  In the
darkness we hugged, cheek to cheek, chest to chest.  "Thanks for stopping
by," he whispered.  I giggled.  "Anytime."  We slept inches apart with only
the sheet for covering.
     Early in the morning I woke with a need to piss really bad.  It was
barely light.  When I came back from the can I was shocked to see by a
glance out the window that we were on the shoreline of a small mountain
lake.  The sky looked completely clear.  The room was warm.  Jimmy had
kicked off the sheet and was laying on his side facing me.  What a sight he
was.  I laid down again beside him, looking at his beautiful form in the
half-light.
     After a while I couldn't resist.  My hand touched his shoulder and
moved over his arm.  Jimmy slowly rolled to his back.  I got scared and
pulled my hand back until I was sure he was really sleeping.  Then I
lightly touched his chest.  I slowly moved my hand down until it was less
than an inch from his navel... and the tip of his pulsating hard-on.  Hours
later, when I awoke again, my hand was still on Jimmy's chest and he was
very much awake, too.
     The following Tuesday night Jimmy walked in to the pizza joint.  I was
really glad to see him, since I hadn't stopped thinking about him and
seeing his amazing form in my mind.  I'll admit I'd jacked off many times
to a mental vision of him, and dreamed of what it would be like to really
touch him everywhere.
     He gave me a big, warm hug, and I introduced him around as the guy
that saved my life.  The rest of the staff was in awe of him.  I'd told
them he was a model who'd done some of the wild, sexy perfume ads, but I'd
indicated he was married.  He'd worn a tank top and another pair of sexy
(but masculine) cut-off's that night.  He looked absolutely spectacular.
His skin was moist, flawless, and beautiful veins ran just under the
surface to help define his wonderful form.
     I got him the salad and drink he wanted.  I told him I'd tried to call
him that morning, but that there was no answer.  "I took Janice to the
hospital, Kirk.  She's still having a rough time and her doctor wanted her
in for tests."
     When he was about to leave I asked if he'd be home that night.  "Alone
and lonely," he answered with a grin.  "I just got me a video I was going
to watch, but it's too far out for you."  "You never know, Jimmy."  I told
him I'd stop by.  We were very alone.  "I'm pretty horny, Kirk," he said in
a near whisper.  "You might need to bring your steel jock."  I smiled at
him.  "I can handle myself."  He laughed.  "I know!  That's probably all
you've been doing."  He told me he'd be downstairs and to come down the
outside stairway.  I called my mom and said I'd been asked to stay with a
friend that night.
     As I rode my cycle to Jimmy's place on that clear, warm, moonlit night
my mind was a blur of expectations and apprehension.  I knew, from the
morning I'd left Jimmy, that the next time we saw each other a lot of stuff
would happen.  I wanted it to happen!
     When I knocked on the outside downstairs door, a voice from outside
said, "Who goes there?"  Jimmy was in the spa.  I pulled off my clothes to
join him.  We laid together in the warm water side by side looking at the
moon and stars.  After a lot of small talk Jimmy said, "You came tonight
because you're curious, didn't you, Kirk?"  Slowly I nodded.  "You like to
cuddle?  You know, hugging, touching... that kind of stuff?"  "Yeah."  He
reached over and pulled us together, giving me a big embrace.  Our bodies
touched in lots of places, but he shielded me from any contact with his
cock by keeping his knee raised.  My hard- on brushed his thigh once and it
was like an electric jolt for me.  Jimmy pulled me on top of him, running
his hands lightly and slowly over my back and buns.
     We were cheek to cheek.  I think I kissed his cheek first.  I began to
run my hands over his back.  He stopped using his knee to shield his groin
and soon our rock solid pistons were making a lot of incidental contact.  I
was feeling more horny than I'd ever before felt in my life.  We hugged,
both running our hands over the other almost everywhere, and then we began
to slowly roll around in the water.  Now, I was below him and his monstrous
erection was brushing against my cock, stomach and navel.  My hands
daringly moved down from his back to his buns, and as I kneaded them I
pulled him more tightly against me.
     Jimmy raised himself up and knelt between my widespread knees.  I
could see the big knob on his huge spear sticking slightly out of the
water.  His hands now moved over my chest.  My hands were still on his hips
and, without conscious direction from me, they slowly moved over his
stomach.  His hairless body was all muscles.  He felt incredible.  I ran my
fingers over the base of his cock where his pubic hair would have been.  I
could feel no stubble.  Without asking, I touched his amazing weapon.  He
groaned, tilting his head back with his eyes closed.  I felt the thick,
veined, throbbing stem and even touched his churning balls.
     My curiosity was overwhelming my other senses.
     Jimmy just knelt before me while I continued to use both hands to
fondle the wondrous apparatus.  As his hands moved over my chest and
stomach coming closer and closer to my cock, I felt my body raising up in
anticipation.  I began stroking his huge pole very slowly with one hand
while fondling his balls with the other.  I'd never before touched another
human being so intimately in my life.
     That's when Jimmy's hand finally touched my throbbing lance.  My body
began to involuntarily writhe.  He slipped his fingers around my stem.
That's all it took.  I was so steamed I began to shake.  He knew what it
meant and began pumping with one hand while grasping my buns with the other
and lifting my body out of the water.
     My cum flew everywhere as my body thrashed in his hands.  I never knew
an orgasm could be so quick, violent and all consuming.  Some of the cum
landed in the water, some on my chest and stomach, and some on Jimmy's
hand.  He continued to hold me up out of the water while he bent over and
licked some of the spunk from my stomach.  I felt his chin touch my partly
shrouded cockhead.
     Jimmy let my body sink back into the water.  We continued to hug,
fondle and kiss each other on the cheeks.  I proceeded to touch and stroke
his ebony lance, running my other hand over the rest of his body.  Jimmy
said he was getting too hot, so he sat above me on the edge of the spa to
cool off.  It was like I was mesmerized and couldn't let go of him.  I kept
on caressing his pointer as I knelt in front of him.
     I'd dreamed of doing it and now it was time.  I leaned forward and
licked his cockhead, then looked up in his face for reaction.  He smiled at
me, then tilted his head back.  I took it as an okay to go on, so I began
satisfying my curiosities.
     My mind had been a sea of male-to-male lust since that first night
with Jimmy.  Never before had I thought for more than a moment about such
things.  I'd fantasized many times in those four days about being oral with
Jimmy...  licking and sucking the massive club as if it were an all-day
sucker... so I did.  My hands and mouth were everywhere, and soon I sensed
that his body was beginning to squirm, also.
     His hands went to my shoulders.  I felt the huge ebony phallus throb
as it thrust deep into my throat.  I gripped the base of the enormous tool
with both hands to control the depth of it's penetration into my hot mouth.
Jimmy was moaning now, firmly gripping my shoulders and thrusting slightly
in time with my head movements.  I sucked for a moment more and then he
quickly pulled the swollen, pulsating organ from my mouth.  He held it so
that the volleys of cum would not directly hit my face as his body
convulsed with total abandon in the massive shudders of orgasm.  His seed
splattered my shoulder, my neck, and flew over my back to land in the
water.
     It took a few moments for Jimmy's body to stop convulsing, and then he
sank down into the water beside me.  We held each other for a long time,
our hands slowly and lightly caressing each other as our breathing returned
to normal.  Boldly I leaned against him and kissed his cheek.  He returned
the kiss, and then our lips met.  Never, in my whole life, have I kissed
anyone with the total sexual surrender that occurred in that tub that
night.  Our hands moved to hold each other's face at the neck as our lips
and tongues intertwined, moving with abandon inside each other's mouth.
     Jimmy broke the spell saying we should get out of the water before we
got cooked.  As we stood, we kissed some more as our hard spears dueled in
the moonlight.  If I was just over seven inches (as I'd measured many
times), Jimmy's immense organ must have been at least nine inches long, and
even thicker than my stout pride and joy.
     We picked up our clothes and went into Jimmy's bedroom.  I was
surprised that the bed had been totally covered by a thick black plastic
sheet.  We fell on the bed together.  The plastic was very thick... he
called it Naugahyde... almost like real leather, and it also seemed warm to
the touch.  Jimmy held me to himself in a total body embrace as we laid
side by side.  My hands moved over his body for a moment before my right
hand found the big ebony log again.  Neither one of us had lost any
hardness since we first kissed in the tub, even though almost an hour had
passed.
     As I continued fondling Jimmy, he reached for a large plastic baby oil
bottle on the bedside table.  He popped the top and poured some on us, over
our chests and cocks and into my hands.  In moments we were both totally
covered with the slippery liquid from neck to toes.  I now realized why the
bed was covered in plastic.
     We fondled and kissed, our movements passionate and very erotic.  Our
tongues began to search each others mouths as our kissing became more
passionate.  My lust was again at it's peak, and Jimmy only had to touch my
staff before I bucked out another load of cum onto our oily bodies and the
bed.  Jimmy mixed my seed with the baby oil as our hands continued to slip
and slide over each other.  Jimmy slipped into a position above me,
kneeling over me and straddling my body.  We continued to deeply kiss as
our hands moved over each other.
     I gripped and kneaded his ass cheeks for a while, and then slid a
finger down the crack.  He broke our kiss.  "Put your finger in, Kirk," he
whispered.  I slipped my finger again down through his oily ass crack and
ran it around his rosebud.  I'd penetrated myself many times while jacking
off, but I couldn't bring myself to press that finger into Jimmy.  "Go
ahead, man... I want it," he said.  Finally I pressed against the greasy
entrance and my finger easily slipped inside.  Between kisses he whispered,
"Go deep, babe... use two!"
     Soon I was deeply fucking Jimmy's hot asshole with two fingers as his
tongue was doing the same in my mouth.  He broke our kiss and moved above
me.  His hand went to my throbbing pole.  In about two short moves, he
positioned my probe so that it was pressing against my fingers.  I pulled
them out and Jimmy quickly replaced them with my cock.  Painlessly and
easily the oily shaft sunk all the way into his amazingly hot asshole.
     He rode me for a moment or two, and then we fell to our sides.  The
plastic was very slippery, but we finally got into a position where Jimmy's
long black legs were over my shoulders and I was on top of him with my
knees pressed into the greasy plastic sheet behind him.  I thrust deeply
into his love tunnel, while his body raised up to meet my lunges.  Soon it
became noisy and sweaty as I got lost in the intensity of my lust and began
to violently pound my sword all the way into his scabbard.
     Jimmy started letting out loud grunts with each of my thrusts.  "Give
it to me," he'd say.  "Fuck me... hard, Kirk!"  His hands roamed my back
and ass, pulling me down hard with each inbound thrust.  My cock had never
been inside anything but my hand in my whole life and the sensations were
absolutely awesome.  I had some staying power because I'd orgasm'd for a
second time that night only a few minutes prior to our grand fuck, but I
still felt the cum quickly building in my balls.  Jimmy's fingers strayed
to my asscrack and once entered me for a moment during the pinnacle of our
passion.
     I could hold out no longer.  With a series of quick, pounding thrusts
I peaked, and gushers of my seed flooded Jimmy's insides.  I collapsed
against his legs.  A moment later we fell to our sides.  We laid on that
oily, sweaty, cum stained plastic for a long time, kissing, embracing, our
hands continuing to roam over each other's bodies.
     We laid on our back's side by side, my head on Jimmy's shoulder.
Slowly I began to stroke his massive erection.  After a while he began to
writhe in response.  Finally I got up on my knees so that I could see what
was happening more clearly.  A few times I leaned over and kissed the
bulbous head of his amazing cock, and for a few moments I even again sucked
the oily monster, but I finally settled for just jacking Jimmy off because
I wanted to watch the explosion in the bright light of the room.
     The big, stunning muscle cords in his body bulged as he writhed.  His
muscles expanded and retracted.  The slippery head of his member seemed to
grow and the little eye appeared to open and close a bit as I stroked him.
When I was just massaging his organ and not pounding it, I could see his
balls churn in their sack.  I stopped a couple of times to finger the big
veins in his thick meat.  I could tell he was building to climax, so I
began to use both hands to stroke his length.
     I varied the speed of my strokes as I watched Jimmy thrash in the
ecstasy of his building orgasm.  I witnessed the most totally sexual scene
my eyes had ever seen as I pumped him.  His ass would raise off the bed,
and then he would fall back.  He contorted in every way possible, his legs
wide apart, his hands moving over his thighs and mine.  His beautiful
gleaming broad chest heaved, and the ab muscles contracted.  His breathing
was heavy and he was mumbling very sexual things as his cum built up.
Finally... his balls pulled up tight to the base of his cock, his body
bridged again, and I began to pump gob after gob of his hot semen from his
body.  It splashed all over his stomach, my hand and arms, and on my thigh
and the bed.  I never knew a man could cum so much at one time.
     Again we laid in the mess for a long while to cuddle and catch our
breath.  After a while Jimmy turned to me and smiled, devilishly.  "I don't
suppose you'll ever want to do that again," he said.
     He got a towel, wiped the oil from out feet so we wouldn't stain the
carpet, and then we showered together for a long time.  Since we washed
each other and it took a while to get all the oil off, inside and outside,
we both had roaring hard on's again before we were through.  Jimmy seemed
intrigued with my foreskin and pulled and fondled me for a long time as we
washed.
     I helped Jimmy roll up the plastic cover, and then we went to bed.  We
just held each other, side by side and body to body without speaking.  The
next thing I knew it was morning.
     Since we had the house to ourselves we stayed naked while we went
upstairs to make breakfast.  I was continually amazed by my big, totally
muscled, hairless ebony friend.  He seemed to watch me a lot, too, and gave
me a lot of compliments about my body.
     The house was up-side-down and built in to the hillside on the edge of
the beautiful mountain lake.  The top floor was the living room, dining
room, kitchen, breakfast area, two big bedrooms, baths, and a den.  The
next floor down had two more bedrooms and bath, a work room, an office and
a workout area with expensive gym equipment.  The lower floor was where
Jimmy's bedroom and bath were located, plus a big rumpus room with a pool
table, ping-pong table, a maid's room and bath, some changing rooms, a
"tackle room" for fishing gear, and the door to the lake and hot tub.
     Of course, we stayed naked.  I was good at both pool and ping-pong,
but Jimmy was better... though it was close.  We worked up a sweat, did
some lifting in the gym, and then went to Jimmy's bath for another shower
together.  That's when we both got steamed up again.  This time I told
Jimmy I wanted to swallow his cum, so we did a wonderful, leisurely
sixty-nine on his bed, deeply finger-probing each other's assholes in the
process.
     God, I love cum... plus fucking, hugging, touching, jacking each other
off, etc.  Jimmy and I have been going at it hot and heavy for almost three
months now... probably on the average of three times a week.  Yes... I've
even experienced having his huge weapon fully imbedded in my tight, virgin
ass.  It wasn't easy and it took a while (with a lot of pain), but I'm
totally surprised at how unbelievably great it feels to have your insides
stroked by a huge piece of hard meat.
     Janice had a little girl, but there were complications so when she and
the baby came home from the hospital she always stayed upstairs... mostly
in bed.  We got bold enough to workout nude just one floor under her
bedroom.  Even though she knows that I'm over at the house a lot, Jimmy
says she doesn't seem to suspect a thing.  She says she thinks I'm cute and
sexy.  Jimmy says, "Ah, Janice... he's just a kid!"
     Marc is doing good in the NFL... having a great season.  He'll be home
in about two more months, and Jimmy says we might try a three-way.
Wow... does that conjure up some fantasies.  Jimmy's shown me a picture of
Marc.  He's a fine looking black guy about Jimmy's size.  I'm not sure he's
Jimmy's size everywhere, but Jimmy says he's sure I'll like what I see.

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