Date: Fri, 20 Mar 1998 01:01:51 EST
From: MoveUpSide <MoveUpSide@aol.com>
Subject: Cumming Home

Notice:  This is a fictional story involving two guys having sex.  If ya don't
like it, drink some beers and try it you loser.

				Cumming Home
				    By
			    MoveUpSide@aol.com


After sixty three days on the road, coming home is just wonderful.  I'm the
lead singer of a band.  We're a young, college aged band, beginning to have
some success.  After three years of kicking ass on the New England music
scene, we got picked up for this college tour.  And now we were home, for the
next seven weeks.  After that, summer time, and hopes of getting picked up for
one of the festivals.  Maybe even a national TV show.  Our album sales were
good and it seemed to us like we had only a few weeks left before our dreams
came true.

And now, we were home.  I was so happy.  I missed home.  And more importantly,
I had missed one of my little rituals.  Grocery shopping.  I know, it sounds
stupid, but frankly I don't care about the groceries.  I figured that while I
was gone, I'd get over him, but somehow I couldn't forget my little bag boy.
Well, not little.  Ray, or so his name tag read,  was six foot tall with brown
hair and gorgeous eyes.  The standard uniform looked good on him.  White
collared shirt with a tie and a blue apron.  But this boy was different.  His
pants were Billabongs, and they were tattered on the bottom.  I learned in
earlier conversations that he was in high school and an amateur snow boarder.
Foolish huh?  How does a twenty five year old guy fall for a kid like this
one?  Personality.  This kid had loads of it.  He remembers me when I come in
to the store.  He doesn't know what I do for a living.  I wish he would ask.
Maybe I could invite him to a show, get him drunk and ... .damn, I should
just get over him.

Well, I can't.  As soon as I got home and unpacked I headed for the store.  I
told myself it was for necessities.  But why did I shower and get dressed
nicely for it?  I wore a shirt I picked up on the road, with a big middle
finger on it.  I was hoping to impress my boy.

I drove by the windows of the store, a nice little family run shop on the
seacoast of New Hampshire.  I'm not sure about the person who hires the kids,
but God bless `em.  These kids were all gorgeous.  And that uniform.  Damn.  I
shoulda gone to prep school.

I saw my baby and he was cashiering.  "Hmm," I mused, "A promotion."  Lane
number nine would soon be my destination.  I picked up a full cart.  Not that
I needed it.  It would just be more time with Ray.  I was nervous.  Would he
remember me?  Or would I have to start all over?  "Good,"  I thought, "Nobody
in his line."

I started unloading.  "Hey!  I remember you.  Where've you been?"

"Oh, hey Ray.  What's up?  I was -- uh -- on the road."

"Tell me you're not a salesman."  He was sort of serious, and kind of mocking
me.

"No dude.  I'm in a band."

"Fuck you.  Ooops.  Oh God.  Don't tell my manager I said that.  You're in a
band?"

"Yeah."

Ray looked impressed.  "What's the name?  You play around here?"

"The band is called College Word. (Stupid I know.  But we smoke a lot of
pot ... somehow that explains it.)  I'm the lead singer."

"SHUT UP!  Damn!  You're the guy from College Word.  You guys rock.  Fuck no
way.  Dude, I tried to get tickets to your show at the Middle East.  It's sold
out."

"Bud, there's no way you're buying tickets.  Let me comp you two.  How's
that?"

Ray nearly jumped out of his shoes.  "Oh my God.  This is awesome."  He looked
to his sacker, a girl, and nothing I'd be interested in.  "This dude's the
singer in College Word."

She stared.  "I hate that music."  She walked away. 

Ray was mortified.  "Dude.  I'm sorry.  She's a bitch.  She likes the Back
Street Boys, so what does she know.  You shouldn't pick your music just cause
the guys are hot."

WOW.  I wish Ray liked my music cause he thought I was hot.  I had to get
going.  My cock was bulging.  Ray was finishing the order.  "Well Ray, why
don't you write down your last name and I'll put your name on the list at the
Middle East."

Ray started writing.  "Why are you being so nice to me?  You're too cool."

"Consider it a gift.  For your promotion."

"Yeah.  I made cashier."  Somehow, Ray remained cool while sounding excited
about the promotion.  That made his personality endearing.  "Look!"  Ray
caught my attention and opened his mouth.  Right in the middle of his tongue
was a phat tongue ring.  With two big studs on either side.

"Nice."  I thought I'd cum right there.  "You're mom have to sign for that?"  

"No dude.  I turned eighteen two months ago.  You like it?"

"I love it.  Look.  I'll have your name at the door.  And here's a little
something for your birthday."  I flipped him a twenty dollar bill.  What the
hell was I thinking?  Well, he was no longer illegal at least.  Tim tried to
give me the money back and I wouldn't take it.  I wanted to do everything I
could to make this piece of tender meat totally happy.

The show at the Middle East rocked.  I looked for Ray the whole time.  I left
him two tickets and one backstage pass.  A dirty trick most rock-n-roll guys
use to get what they want without having to fight that someone specials guest
for it.  It was good to be home.  We finished our set and headed up for the
green room.  Finally, we had a road crew that would clean up our gear and ship
it.  No more lugging amps for a while.  I was nervous about Ray showing up in
the green room with a pass dangling from his tasty neck.  Would the guys
figure out what I was up to?  They all knew I was gay.  But this boy was seven
years younger than me, and he looked even younger.  But Ray never showed up to
the green room. 

The other guys were headed out, I wanted to head home.  I took off out the
back and headed down the alley for the parking lot.  "Ryan wait!"  I heard his
voice behind me.  My hopes climbed along with my cock.

"Ray, where ya been?"  His shirt was torn, he was sweating, a little blood
on his head -- damn he was gorgeous.  Fuck the grocery uniform.  This kid
looked hot in his civies.  The tear on his shirt revealed his nipple, hard
and firm.  Damn I wanted to suck it right there.

"Dude, I lost my pass in the mosh pits.  You guys rocked."  Ray hugged me.
His next sentence was rushed.  "I don't mean to be a pain, but can I ask
another favor.  I'm stuck for a ride.  No, forget it, you're a big rock
star-- What was--"

"Ray, I'm on my way back home.  Let's go."  We talked the whole way home.  We
were so busy talking, I hadn't noticed but I was pulling up to my condo
complex.

"Oh shit.  Dude, I forgot to take you home."

"That's okay.  I can crash here if that's cool with you?" 

Oh God I don't believe it.  "Sure bud.  C'mon in."

We got into the house and I gave him a quick tour.  We headed into the living
room.  I put on the black lights, and the posters glowed in the light.  I put
on my favorite pot smoking music.  An album by this band called LOA.  They
were from Atlanta and had a mix of rap, funk and Phish with pot laden lyrics.
I loved it.  I took out my three foot bong.  "You smoke pot Ray?"

"Yeah."  We smoked for half an hour.  Going through four of five bowls.  Then
Ray asked the nightmare question.  "Ryan, do you have a girlfriend?"

Panic.  Do I tell him?  Well dude, it's now or never.  Besides, there are
other grocery stores.  "No dude.  Don't be scared, but I'm gay."

"Why would I be scared?"

"Well dude, you don't know me, you're in a strange house, and I'm gay.  That's
probably a little scary for you."

Ray looked at me point blank.  "Dude, I don't care.  Do you have a boyfriend?"

I was a little stunned.  "Nope."

We sat in silence.  It was killing me.  Then I got to checking out the
patterns in the carpet.  This was some killer herb.  I looked to Ray.  He
looked pained.

"What's up buddy?"  I hate to see someone at my house unhappy.

"Okay dude.  I've never told anyone this before.  But--I--uh--I own a Back
Street Boys Album."

"Ray, I don't care what music -- oooooh -- Shit.  You really, um, like the Back
Street Boys?"  I was pretty certain this kid was trying to come out to me.
But I didn't want to take any chances.

"Dude.  I hate their music -- but I can't stop watching them.  I look for their
videos -- they're--I'm sorry."

"Ray.  What do I care if you're gay?  I think it's cool you told me."

"Ryan, can we, you know, while we're stoned."  Man this kid was more than
coming out.

"Buddy, I don't want to take advantage of you."  As much as I wanted to do
this, I felt it was important to not push him.

"Dude.  Not for nothing.  But how many chances am I gonna get to sleep with a
rock star?"

I smiled.  "As many as you want.  C'mon."  I took him by the hand and chased
up the stairs into the bedroom.

"Ryan, I'm nervous."

"You just relax bud.  Let the pot run it's course.  Sex feels great when
you're stoned."

We walked into my room and I lit a candle.  I took off my shirt to reveal what
I thought was my best asset, my chest and abs.  I was six foot three, slender
and lean.  I kept my brown hair in a George Clooney cut.  And I had brown
eyes, I hate my eyes, but my first boyfriend said they were my best part.  My
pecs were not stacked, but they were there, with big sand dollar nipples that
got hard when the wind blew.  And my abs were solid.  I didn't work out much,
it was a natural look.  With the little path of pubic hair from my navel to my
cock.  Ray started to take off his shirt.  I took his hands in mine and
together we revealed his chest.  Even in the candle light, I could see this
kid was stacked.  Who would've known?  That grocery store would have killer
sales if it made this kid work with no shirt on.  I'd be there daily.

Ray put a nervous hand on my chest.  He rubbed my nipple and pleasures I had
not felt in some time surged across my body.  He bent his head down and began
to tongue my nipple.  Then I felt it.  The tongue piercing.  My dick sprang to
a hardness I had not felt before.  I've never been with someone who had
piercings.  I wasn't sure how someone was going to be able to follow this.

I pulled Tim's head to my nipple.  Not wanting that tongue anywhere but where
it was.  Ray lapped away.  I crushed his head to my chest, then I started to
run my fingers through his buzz cut.  I loved the smoothness of his hair.  And
his tongue was taking me to new levels.  Slowly his face started moving up my
chest, then my neck.  He gingerly kissed my chin.  Then he raised his head and
stared me right in the eye.  He had eyes that spoke volumes.  "I can't believe
we're finally doing this.  I never thought my first time would be like this."

I choked.  "This is your first time?" 

"Yeah."  His response was so shy and innocent.  In the dim light, I could see
how nervous he was.

I ate his mouth.  That's the only way I can describe it.  I sucked his tongue
into my mouth and flicked that piercing with my tongue.  His hands were
rubbing my back, and then I could feel him tense.  Strong fingers grabbed what
little flesh he could muster from my back.  His hands rubbed deep into my
muscles.  He whimpered.  I pulled off.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"  I was afraid.  I couldn't hurt him.  I was
falling in love.  And there was no way I wanted any of this to hurt.

"Don't ever stop again."  He burst into my mouth and ran that piercing across
my tongue.  Now it was my turn to feel the power.  I grabbed him closer to me
and ran my hands all over his back.  He had a strong back and it was obvious
he worked out.  Kissing was great, but there'd be time for that later.  I had
to have his cock.

I brought my hands around to his front.  He wore his boxers exposed a little.
It was so sexy.  I began to unbutton his jeans.  He still kissed me, but he
brought his hands down to help me with his fly.  I opened his jeans and pushed
them down as far as I could.  We still stood there, kissing.  As much as I
wanted to break the kiss, he was so good at it -- I couldn't.  I worked my way
inside his boxers and found paradise.  This kid had a huge dick, at least
eight inches, it was hard and thick.  I let  my fingertips explore each and
every crevice, experiencing the tenderness of skin that is rarely exposed.  I
didn't want it exposed for much longer.  I had a nice warm home for it.

As I stroked his hot cock, he met my rhythm with his tongue in my mouth.  The
slow stroking along my tongue with the stud of the piercing made me the
hottest I'd ever been.  The hard thing about being that hot, that early in a
sex session is wondering how you were going to follow it.  But I was ready for
the thrill and up to the task.

I pulled my mouth away from Ray's.  "What's the matter?", he asked me.  He
looked hurt.

"Not a thing baby.  I just -- is it okay if I suck your cock."

He smiled.  Then he pecked me on the lips.  I kissed him back quickly.  "I'll
see you later."  I smiled then kissed him on the chin.  I drew a path down his
neck to his chest.  I nuzzled my nose on his baby soft skin.  God, so young,
so hot, and mine for the night.

I trailed down to his abs and kissed his navel tickling it with my tongue.  I
discovered a little trail of hair, thin and shorter than mine, stretching from
his navel and further south.  I kissed it, nuzzled it and licked it.  It was
my path.  An undiscovered frontier, there for my conquering.

My hands trailed down to his hips.  He was so lean and so hot.  I grabbed his
sides and held them firm.  Then I took him in my mouth.  I wanted to taste his
cock.  Lick it, explore it, but I couldn't.  I had to just swallow it.  All
the cocks I'd sucked before, and this one was like no other.  This kid had
touched my soul.  And his cock was big enough touch it again.  I heard him
murmur when I swallowed him.

"Uhhhn.  Ryan."

I sucked as hard as I could.  Wanting to rip that monster off his body so I
could keep it.  Up and down his cock I stroked.  I felt him tense.  And I
backed off.  He calmed a little.  

"Damn buddy," Ray whispered, "you are so fucking good at this.  I can't
believe this is what it's like."

I traced my tongue along his dick and down to his balls.  I sucked only one
in.  That's all that could fit.  I licked and sucked at it.  And hummed.  An
old trick.  Tim's legs slammed around my head.  A palm crash landed on my head
and Ray shoved my head further into his balls.  I sucked more and hummed.
Flicking my tongue as fast as I could.  Then I let that testicle out of my
mouth and sucked in the other.  I thought my head would explode when Tim's
legs crushed around my head.  It only made me hotter.

I pushed down on his thighs and pulled my head up off his balls and drank his
cock in again.  He bucked his thighs and fucked my mouth hard.  My legs curled
up, and my hands tightened around his waist.  I'd never felt such sexual
energy.  He ripped the sheets off the bed and kept yelling, "Oh Fuck, Oh
Fuck."  Over and over again.  I sucked hard on that cock of his.  He bucked
and bucked.  The rhythm climbed and our pace grew.  I started to stroke his
body with my hands.  My nose would slam into his pubic hair, then fly back up
along his cock.  All the while taking in his sweat boy scent.

He grabbed my forehead with one hand, and slammed the other over and over
again into the bed.  Then he tensed.  I felt the energy well up inside of him.
Then he shot his load right to the back of my mouth and down my throat.  I
sucked and sucked.  Dining on his fantastic load.  I swallowed all that I
could.  But this boy just kept pumping.  Our stride slowed and I began to lap
the piece of meat that had just punctured my whole body.  I couldn't leave it
alone.  I cleaned it thoroughly then slowly guided my tongue up his torso.

I looked him in the face and we smiled.  "Holy shit."  Ray was exhausted.

"Ray.  That was--well.  Man I've never had anything like that."

"Ryan, that was my first one.  It was so, so fucking hot."

"Yeah buddy.  It was."

We lay there for a few minutes and Ray drifted off to sleep.  I rested my head
on his chest and watched his cock as my head rose and fell with each of his
slow, deep breaths.  "Sleep my little wonder.  We've got all night."

He put his hand on my head.  I kissed his belly, and went to sleep.

I woke a while later.  My eyes opened and Ray was staring me in the face.  He
smiled.  My heart jumped.  He kissed me on the lips, smiled and said, "See
ya."  

I got scared I thought he was leaving.  As I got up to protest, the warmth of
his mouth surrounded my soft cock.  It wasn't soft for long.  My cock hardened
and filled his mouth.  Ray was a rookie, but he was learning fast.  He sucked
on my cock.  Trying to swallow my measly six inches.  His hands groped my
balls.  He licked and sucked at my cock.  Then he did it.  He scraped that
stainless steel ball across the skin of my cock.  

"OH GOD."  I cried out.  I hadn't felt that.  I hadn't thought of that.  I
never imagined my cock could feel something so good.

I grabbed the sides of his head.  I slammed my cock into his mouth.  He licked
it with the ball, hard at first, and then tenderly.  Hard and then soft, he
kept changing his pace and changing my reality.  I fell in love with that boy
right there and then.  Sure it was physical, but emotional as well.  I
couldn't believe someone was able to make me feel that good.  I can't believe,
even to this day, that I fell in love with a boy, seven years younger, but what
could I do?  He was meant for me.  And my cock knew it.  It pulsed into his
mouth, and the heat of his saliva, the steel of the ball, drove me wild.

I bucked my hips and began a slow rhythm.  Ray welcomed my sexing his face.
He bunched up on his knees, grabbed my sides, and sucked as hard as he could.
The ball rubbed above the base of my cock.  He kept swallowing what he could,
slurping and sucking.  He kept making cute little noises that only got me
harder.

I used to pride myself on control, but I began bucking in reckless passion.
I fucked that boy in the mouth.  I had to cum.  And soon, I felt it rising.
I pulled his head onto my cock and shot.  Load after load -- seven or so --
crashed down his pallet.  Ray sucked me dry.  Licking and cleaning my cock
and balls.  I had to pull him off my sensitive member.  I couldn't take the
steel ball any more.  He came up smiling big.

"Hey buddy," he said, "How was that?"

"Ray, I think I love you."

"Well Ryan, I know I love you."  We kissed.  I tasted my own cum dangling off
that wonderful steel ball.  We hugged and kissed some more.  

I took him to the piercing store the next day.  I bought him a bigger ball. 

Author's Note:  This is my first story.  I hope you liked it.  If you did, let
me know.  E-mail me at MoveUpSide@aol.com  All flames will be ignored.