Date: Tue, 02 Oct 2001 13:10:07 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: SOMEONE FOR DOUG  Chapter 6 (LJB)(MM BM 1st oral anal teen2B)(6/6)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.  If
you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any
mind-blowing sex scenes.  If you are bothered by same sex relationships,
read no farther.  This is a story about the interaction of males with each
other in a fictional setting.  It's a story with some sex, not sex with
some story.

I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write.
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Hope that you have enjoyed this story.       LJB

Someone for Doug


Chapter 6

"I have an announcement to make."  Dad trumpeted at the end of Sunday
dinner.  We had all gathered as had become our custom for our weekly meal
which all the extended family made an effort to attend.  Tonight everyone
was in attendance.  We stopped our conversations and gave him our total
attention.

"With thanks to the connections of our associate and good friend,
Dr. Wilbur Simpkins, I have been provided with information which will not
be released until tomorrow."  Dad continued.  "It is my great pleasure to
inform you, the new Director of Nursing at Broughton County Hospital,
effective in three weeks, on November 1st, is Mr. Joshua Langton our own
valued, much loved friend and family member."  Everyone turned to Josh who
seemed a little surprised for a moment and then broke into a big grin.  We
all clapped and voiced our congratulations to him.

"Thank you to one and all."  Josh responded.  "I had not yet been told, but
somehow am not surprised the news traveled faster through the Doctors'
gossip system than the Nurses'.  One of my first tasks will have to be
finding out how they do it so I can improve our system."  There was a laugh
among his audience.

"I too should make an announcement."  Josh continued.  "My promotion will
leave my current job open and filling it will eventually fall to me.  I
shall go with the recommendation I made to the Placement Committee when I
interviewed for this change.  The new Clinical Coordinator of the Forensic
Psychiatric Unit will be Mr. David Giroux."  Dave had been sipping a drink
when Josh said his name and he just about choked.  He did not know Josh was
being considered for the Director's position and it had not occurred to him
just now it would create an opening in their department.  Everyone was busy
congratulating and shaking hands for the next little while.  Dad broke out
some wine and toasts were offered to both Josh and Dave.

          ****************************************************************

The return to school this year had been unremarkable.  My cast had come off
two weeks beforehand and I was walking pretty normally by the time school
started.  No football this season.  Dad and Josh and I had talked it over.
They were concerned with the healing being so fresh there would be a
tendency for it to be weaker and if I were hit in just the right way, an
even more severe injury could occur.  I respected their opinion and agreed
to let football go for a year.  When baseball season comes around in the
Spring, I should be ready to play again.


Shortly before school reopened, the Coach, Vice-Principal and the two
football players who tackled me were arrested and charged with several
offenses.  `Conspiracy to injure' and `Assault", seemed to be big ones and
the adults were charged with `Counseling a Minor in the commission of a
Felony'.  When they are convicted, they will lose their teaching licenses.
It seems the Vice-Principal and Coach took it upon themselves to try to
insure their team and school did not lose another division championship to
our school again this coming year.  I had the misfortune in their warped
plan to be designated as the most valued player on my team and became the
target of their assault.

Dad was angry when the facts came out, but I think Josh would have actually
harmed them if he had the opportunity.  I have never seen him so upset as
he was over this and it wasn't totally about me.  He said he could not
grasp the mentality of those who would set out to harm someone over
something so insignificant.  As a mental health worker he understood
illness or mental instability, but this went beyond his understanding.  I
could see it was two or three days before he came to terms with his anger.


Teddy has a new friend.  The talk he had with Josh started him in the right
direction.  He finally went out and made a friend and it has worked out
great for both of them.  His name is Tim and he is the same age as Teddy.
They spent most of the remaining summer vacation days with each other.  I
was consulted on a regular basis for `brotherly' advise on a whole range of
things and it has made us closer as friends.  He looks at me differently
now.


The first week back at school is an "orientation week" for the new grade 9
students.  Our school does not and never has allowed initiation rituals
like some other locations, but there are always a few idiots who think they
are above the rules.  Teddy and Tim had the unfortunate luck of getting
trapped by one such nuisance by the name of Kenny Drake, a Senior with a
small following of, if possible, lesser intellect.

The way I heard it, Kenny was busy telling our boys they were required to
kiss his boots to acknowledge his status as a Senior.  Kenny realized at
some point his group had backed away from him and someone was standing
behind him.  Fearing he had been caught by the Vice-Principal, he turned
looking over his shoulder to find a massive hulk observing the scene.  It
took him a minute to recognize with great relief the well dressed, handsome
man behind him was none other than "Bruiser" Campbell.

"Hey, Bruiser."  Kenny greeted the immense form.  "You're just in time.
These scummy grade 9ers were just going to kiss my dirty boots to show
their respect for Seniors.  In fact, they've taken so long to do as they
were ordered, I think maybe they can lick them clean instead.  One of them
can do yours now too."

"I don't think that's going to happen, Kenny."  `C' responded.  "My
boyfriend isn't very impressed with having his `little brother' harassed or
threatened.  How you doin' Teddy ?"

"I'm okay, `C'."  Teddy responded calmly.

"Oh gee, Bruiser," Kenny stuttered, "I didn't know these guys were anybody.
Friends of yours are always okay with me."

"You might pass the word around, Kenny."  `C' suggested in a very stern
tone.  "You or any other brain vacant asshole who gives anyone trouble in
this school this year is going to have an interview with me and Doug and
Jim.  I don't give a shit if you're Seniors or not."

"Okay Bru....er `C'."  A very shaken Kenny replied.  "Just forget I said
anything kids.  We don't want any trouble in our school, do we ?  See ya'll
later."  Kenny and his group had disappeared before anyone could even
blink.

"You spread the word too, Teddy."  `C' told him.  "Anyone gives anyone else
a hassle, I want to hear about it."  The boys nodded, thanked their rescuer
and went on their way.


You may have noticed that `C' spoke about his "boyfriend's little brother".
The operative word being "boyfriend".  After we had talked about Jim that
one day, I waited for Jim to get back to me to see what had happened.  I
had decided to go along with `C's little ploy seeing as Jim hadn't even
been responsible enough to accompany him to talk with me.  No worry, it
took Jim about three hours to show up at my house after `C' had been there.
He was a real case of nerves.

"What happened, Doug ?"  Jim demanded as soon as he walked in.  "What's he
got in mind ?"

"Well it's just about what you figured, Jim."  I told him.  "He said
something about how wolves mate for life and he pretty well refers to you
anymore as his mate."

"Oh God, no."  Jim whined.  "I just knew it.  I should have been straight
with him from the start.  I was trying to find out about myself and I
figured he wasn't bright enough to catch on.  I figured he would just enjoy
it and that would be all he would care about."

"He was pretty clear on that subject."  I continued.  "He did enjoy it and
he's lookin' to enjoy it regularly.  He said something about never having
to jerk off again now he has had Jim's butt.  Did you know he claims to
have jerked off up to 15 times in a day, but usually only does it about 6
?"  I swear the blood drained out of Jim's face as his mouth dropped open.
He sat on the side of my bed and didn't know what to say.

"What am I going to do, Doug ?"  he almost pleaded.  I was starting to
soften because he looked like he was on the verge of crying.  "How am I
going to get out of this ?"

"I'll tell you," I said, "but you won't like what I say."

"Tell me, tell me."  this time he pleaded.  "I'll do whatever you say, I
swear to God, I'll do what you tell me."

"Tell him the truth."  I replied.

"Are you crazy ?"  Jim asked incredulous I would make such a
recommendation.  "He could rip my head off and piss down my neck."  He
stood and stared at me waiting for me to tell him what actually to do.

"I'm serious, Jim.  Tell him the truth."  I repeated.  "'C' is a whole lot
smarter than you give him credit.  If you admit your mistakes to him, he
will forgive you.  Remember, he likes you."  Jim sat back down on my bed
and was absolutely quiet.  After a few minutes he spoke.

"I'll do it.  I'll do it and beg for his mercy."  he proposed.  "But you
have to be there too.  He likes you and if he won't forgive me, maybe he
won't kill me if you're there."  Jim didn't wait for a response.  He jumped
up and went out to the hallway to the telephone and made the call.  A
meeting was set.  I guess `C' really gave him a run around about meeting
for sex because Jim kept telling him he had to talk with us first before
they could decide anything else.


"Let's go over to my place."  `C' suggested to Jim when he walked in.  "No
one will be home all day.  We should have time to get three or four in."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled leeringly.  I almost broke out in
laughter at Jim's frustrated and fearful look.

"'C', I have something I have to tell you."  Jim stated.  "I really like
you as a friend, but we can't sleep together anymore, or at least not
regularly."

"Oh, ya."  I said.  "That really cleared the air and set everything
straight."  Jim gave me a dirty look.

"You don't like me ?"  `C' questioned.  "You said if I fucked you we would
be together all the time."

"I know what I said and it was wrong."  Jim admitted.  "Oh, `C', I am so
sorry.  I mislead you so I could have sex with you and now I'm not ready to
be with you all the time.  I'm sorry.  I didn't think it out properly and
now I've ruined our friendship.  I am so truly sorry."

"It's called thinking with the little head instead of the big one."  `C'
told him.  Jim's head perked up as he looked at `C' not believing what he
heard.  "It's not uncommon for self absorbed pricks to do it, but they
should make sure they don't try it on their friends."  Jim, mouth open,
turned and looked at me.  I was chuckling under my breath enjoying this
whole scene completely.  "You're damn lucky it isn't you I want, or you
might have a real problem on your hands.  Don't try to use me again."

"You.  You knew."  Jim growled.  "You knew and you led me on.  You let me
think I was running the show and you had me in the palm of your hand every
second.  How could you do that ?  How could you be so deceitful ?"  `C' and
I roared with laughter.  When he thought over what he said, Jim laughed
with us.  "I am so embarrassed.  I was done over by the `Bruiser'."

"All right, as far as I'm concerned this is over and forgotten.  Jim, you
and I are still friends and I'd like it to stay like that if you can stop
acting like a putz."  `C' made his feelings known and then he turned to me.
"Now, let's figure out where we stand."

          ********************************************************************

"I need to discuss something with you, Son."  (My `Dad Alert' immediately
took over and prepared me for whatever was coming.  First off, I only got
the term "Son" on: a) very, very special occasions, or b) when he is going
to dig information out of me.  Secondly, he had come up to my bedroom to
see me.  This was not at the kitchen table, or sitting in the den, or as I
passed his bedroom door.  This meant he didn't want Josh to know what we
were talking about.  It was funny, even if Josh were out, at work, or in
the garden, or anywhere, the routine was the same.)

So summing up, Dad wanted to dig some information out of me about something
he didn't want Josh involved in.  It had to be about Christmas/New Years.
Armed for the onslaught, I was ready for him.

"I was wondering if you wanted to do something different for Christmas this
year."  he mentioned with all the casualness of a rattle snake ready to
strike at its prey.

"I don't know, Dad."  I replied casually.  "What did you have in mind ?"
(I played it cool, circling the aggressor to make him relax and possibly
make a mistake.)

"Well I really hadn't thought of anything specific."  he countered, trying
to now put me at ease so I would be the one to falter.

"Gee, Dad.  It seems so far away, why are you asking now."  (I attempted to
get off the main subject to see how fixed he was on finding out specific
information.)

"Well, you know I have to plan my schedule ahead, so I need lots of time to
let everyone know when I won't be available."  (Ah ha.  Nancy had let it
slip.  No wonder she had called looking for Josh earlier this evening.  She
should have warned me.)

"Why don't you just block out some time so we can plan something later ?"
I suggested.  "That way you can always just open it up again if you decide
later to stay with the regular routine."  (I had made my counter move
smoothly and without raising any suspicion that something was going on.)

"Thanks, Doug.  That's an excellent idea.  I'll tell Nancy to block out
some time around Christmas and New Years so it will be available.  If you
decide on something you'd like to do, let me know."  (Now I'm sure.  The
little mutt knows something and isn't talking.  And to think I actually use
to change diapers for him.)

"Okay, Dad.  Maybe looking at something special to do is a good idea.  I'll
think about it."  (Well I handled that like a pro.  He doesn't suspect a
thing.)


Clarence Ethan Campbell was no ordinary man by anyone's standards.  Your
first, second and third impression of him had to be that he was immense.
At 18 years of age he was 6'4" and looked like he was wearing football pads
under his clothes.  This man had two faces.  The image he presented to our
school when he arrived 2 years ago and the person he actually was.

No one seemed to look beyond the image he had presented.  The hulk.  Huge,
sullen, uncommunicative, rumpled clothing gave the belief he was soiled and
dirty, but nothing was farther from the truth.  Head held down so you
always had the impression he was unattractive, again nothing could be
farther from the truth.  Everyone, including the staff was afraid of him.
They were intimidated by his size and manner.  He lived down to what he
encouraged people to expect him to be.

The true man was exceptional, physically and mentally.  No one, especially
the other students took any notice `C' was on the honour roll academically
every single term.  Even the coach took his eligibility for granted.
Physically he was also outstandingly unique.  His blonde, almost white hair
was always cut long enough to cover his eyes.  And there were those light
gray eyes.  They were the first thing I had ever noticed about him.  I
don't think he had to shave more than twice a week.  The only hair on his
body was under his arms, fine wispy strands as fine as silk, over his dick,
a sparse bush of silky curled threads and on his shins, short, light
coloured and barely visible.  The rest of his body was hairless as a baby's
bottom.

The body itself was perfection.  Working beside his father on the farm from
an early age, his muscles were developed from natural labour and strain.
His massive shoulders and pecs were totally defined as were his arms.  His
abs were six packs developed from real labour, not gym exercise.  His
stomach presented a flat washboard of small solid muscles.  Developed
quadriceps made his thighs bulge and his calves showed the effects of
walking and lifting over the years.  His back and butt were the makings of
wet dreams for the men most experienced in loving other men.  All this
glory was overlooked by my teammates who each had the `hillbilly/farm boy'
image entrenched in their minds.  Even Jim had not truly broken through
that impression to see the real man.

Taking the body as a whole into consideration, `C's sex organs were
unimpressive.  That was surprising considering the rest of him until you
put things into proportion.  Standing next to `C', Josh might be considered
unimpressive, a statement which reason tells me is a fallacy.  So then I
considered the subject in comparison to the body on which they were
mounted.  Taken into separate consideration I decided his uncut shaft was
hanging about 5" flaccid and as round as a silver dollar, over a supple sac
which extended another 4" below it.  In that bag were two orbs which
appeared about the size of eggs found in the average kitchen refrigerator.
Obviously when considered on their own, a man-sized treasure.

`C' wanted me.  He wanted a relationship with me beyond friendship.  In
truth, I had though of him beyond the limits of our current friendship for
sometime now as well.  The problem was I didn't know what I was doing.

"I'm a virgin to male sex, other than one blow job."  I admitted.  "I am
not even sure I want or am suited to a physical male relationship, but I
have thought about experimenting."

"Thank you for telling me how you stand."  `C' responded looking over his
shoulder at Jim in a `see how it's done properly' glance.  "The physical
sex can wait until you decide to proceed or not.  I would like to be the
one to help you explore your feelings at any pace you choose, Doug.  I care
a great deal about you."

"I don't want to end up hurting you, `C'."  I replied.  "I don't want to
start something with you and back out later, leaving you hurt."

"I'm willing to risk it."  he said.  "I care strongly enough for you to
take the risk."  I heard the front door downstairs close.  It was too early
for Dad to be home, it had to be Josh, or Billy, or Teddy.  Please let it
be Josh.

"Hey Doug, I'm home."  Josh's voice came up the stairs.  Two minutes later
we were all seated in the living room and I was explaining the
circumstances and my feelings to Josh.  `C' was uneasy as he was not tuned
into Josh and my relationship with him.

"What did your Dad tell you ?"  Josh wanted to know.

"Dad hasn't been home."  I replied.  "I haven't told him about any of
this."

"You don't need your Dad to be here.  He has discussed how to handle these
uncertainties with you.  How to make choices."  Josh counseled.  "What is
it he always tells you about doing things ?"

"Dad says to take my time, try things out that appeal to me and only do
what feels right for me."  I responded.  "But I don't want to hurt `C'.

"And that's very considerate of you," Josh said, "but he's a big boy, a
really big boy and as long as you're up front and he's agreeable to the
situation, it's his choice to take the risk or not."  He turned to `C'.
"You have any questions ?  Do you understand the conditions Doug's setting
?"

"Yes, I think so."  `C' responded.  "I've already tried to make it clear I
won't pressure Doug to do anything.  I'm willing to go with what appeals to
him and I'm willing to acknowledge this may not work out for us and there
may be some hurt.  I'm willing to chance that happening."

"He is willing to be responsible for his own behaviour and feelings, are
you ?"  Josh asked me.

"Yes."  I answered.

"Then you need to decide only if this is something you want to be involved
in."  Josh stated.  I looked at `C' and found myself becoming lost in his
beautiful gray eyes.

"If I'm going to find out what I in fact want, I would really like it to be
with `C'."  I stated.

          ******************************************************************

Rich knows the way to discover information I have kept to myself is by
being direct and up front with me.  I am a man who respects honesty with
discussions held openly without subterfuge and double meaning in everything
which is said.  I respond with open responses to direct inquiry about
anything which is troubling the person I am talking with because I
understand the frustrations people experience when they receive vague and
incomplete messages.

"I understand you have a special Christmas and New Year planned for me this
year."  Rich mentioned.

"I'm afraid the past tense is the correct form to use."  I replied.  "I had
a special Christmas and New Year planned for you.  Since my new position
has come up, I have had to reorganize my schedule.  Year end finalization
and New Year projections are just going to be too important.  I can't get
away and we are going to have to plan for another time.  I'll be lucky to
take off Christmas and New Year's days."

"I'm sorry things have not worked out, Josh."  he said.  "Where are we not
going ?"

"I had planned to take you and Doug skiing for ten days over the holidays."
I told me.  "Jane was going to get time off and bring Teddy for at least
some of the time and Dave was going to see about bringing Billy.  I'm sure
we will be able to plan something for later in the year, maybe Easter or
next Summer.  I'm really sorry, Rich."

"It sounds as if it would have been terrific."  Rich sympathized.  "Thank
you for planning such a nice surprise for me and all of us."  He gave me a
big hug.

As I went up to our room to change, I stopped by Doug's room.

"Just thought I'd let you know I received the hotel confirmations for all
of us today."  I told him.  "Your Dad and I had a talk about the plans and
he bought the whole story.  We leave Christmas Day, so make sure nobody
gets him going again about it."

          *********************************************************************

I couldn't believe it when Doug invited me at the beginning of December to
come with his family for 10 days of skiing and winter activities over the
Christmas Holidays.  He explained it was Josh's gift to the family and he
was allowed to bring one guest with him.  The whole thing had been a big
secret from his Dad as it was to be a surprise to him, so Josh and Doug had
made all the arrangements with a lot of help from a bunch of conspirators.

Doug and I had spent a great deal of time together since September.  We
were boyfriends and although we didn't make an issue of it, we also didn't
keep it from anyone.  Jim had been really good in accepting the change in
our relationship and our need to spend time as just a couple and we had
made a real effort to include him in most of our activities and keep our
friendship active.  He had also started to hang out with another guy on the
football team and they were starting to act like a couple this past few
weeks.

Doug and I had been slowly becoming more and more intimate with each other.
We experimented with kissing and touching initially and had spent some
overnights at each other's house where mutual masturbation and oral
activities have been thoroughly explored and mutually enjoyed.  Our
feelings for each other have become more intense and we made a plan to use
the Christmas trip and staying in the hotel as a time to try having
intercourse.

I have found during the past three months Doug has given me all the love
and caring I have dreamed about for so long.  I have known since the first
time I saw him Doug was for me.  Being a shy person, it was difficult for
me to get close to him, but he made it easier just by being himself.  I
though I would have to love him at a distance until the day he challenged
my activities with Jim and I dared to tell him directly he was the one I
wanted.

It may seem strange we have taken so long to become totally physical with
each other especially as I have done that sort of thing a few times before,
but this has been a learning time for Doug and I have appreciated him
allowing me to serve as his teacher and partner.  I passed beyond lust with
Doug James a long time ago and fell in love instead.  Now whatever it
takes, I am prepared to wait for him to be ready and he has said he is
ready now.

The accommodations which Josh has provided are unbelievable.  We are
sharing a two bedroom suite with Josh and Dr. Rich.  A king size bed is in
each bedroom and each of our bathrooms have whirlpool tubs for two.  There
is a hot tub on the common balcony we share with them.  Josh made it clear
to us they would be using the hot tub between midnight and one a.m. and if
we wanted to use it to do so before or after, because we were not welcome
then.  Who wants to argue with the man who's paying the bill ?

Everyone was a bit tired the day we arrived.  Christmas morning with our
families and on the plane at 2 o'clock.  We were settled in our rooms by
six.  Dinner at seven and sitting together in the lounge afterward watching
the skiers outside the huge picture windows.  Doug and I headed to our room
at ten o'clock and slipped naked into the hot tub by half past.  It was
wonderful lounging with Doug as the hot water stimulated by the water jets
bubbled and swirled around us.  So peaceful and relaxing and the added
pleasure of having the man I love in my arms as we kissed and touched each
other.

By eleven we had entered the shower in our bathroom to rinse away the
chemicals on our bodies.  I couldn't help staring at Doug's wonderful body.
Just looking at him always made my rod extend to a full 7", so the skin
pulled back from the large, red cap.  His dark brown hair topping that
handsome face which was so much like his father.  The light brown eyes
which I could spend a whole evening looking into without feeling the
passage of time.  At 5'9" he was exactly one head shorter than mine.
Standing together I could rest my chin on the top of his head.  He was not
small in any way, I was just excessively large.  I teased him often that if
I was the top man, he would be lost beneath me.  He always answered the
same way, "I couldn't think of a nicer place to be."

I swiped the water across his muscular shoulders and broad back.  The
brownish quarter size nipples on his solid pecs were hard and pointed as I
wrapped my arms around him from the back and reached down his flat hard
stomach, through the dense, soft and silky hair above his dick and grasped
the bell shaped head of his shaft with my fist, giving it two or three
measured squeezes.  The hard globes of his muscular butt pushed back
against my straining cock.  I let out a little involuntary gasp as I slowly
humped against him.  Leaving the shower, I insisted on drying him off.  I
spent extra time patting the towel carefully between his legs and drying
his loose, fuzzy ball sac with its golf balls moving freely within it.  I
had noted in all the time I had known Doug, he was totally unaware of how
magnificent he was.

We cuddled in the huge bed, slowly stroking each other with the tips of our
fingers causing little ripples of sensation to thrill each other.

"So how are we going to do this, big guy."  he asked.  "I'm sorry to spoil
some of the romance, but we will have lots of time for that later.  I
really need some idea of how you want me to mount you."

"Oh.'  I said.  It had not occurred to me he would want to mount me this
first time.  I had just taken it for granted I would make love to him.  I
guess there's nothing wrong with him assuming the same thing.  "Well the
first thing will be to get me lubricated and loosened up."

"Can you say that to me without sounding so disappointed ?"  he asked.  As
I tried to recall just how I had sounded disappointed, a big grin broke out
on his face and he started to chuckle.

"All right, all right, `C'."  he said emphatically.  "Have it your own way.
You can be the top this time, but don't think I'm just going to spread my
legs for you every time you pout."  How was I going to cope with this guy
and his warped sense of humour.  I did the only thing I could do.  I
tickled him.  After a few minutes and a lot of begging and hollow promises,
I stopped.

"Now behave yourself," I warned him, "or you're going to end up jerking off
on your own another night."

"Yes, Sir."  he responded.  "Anything you say, Sir.  Just tell me your
desires, Sir."

"You know," I said, "some couples like to start out by the bigger one of
them soundly smacking the butt of the other one repeatedly."

"No, no."  he answered.  "I'll behave."  And with that he moved over on top
of me and gave me a sweet, enticing kiss.  "Is that more to your liking,
Sir ?"  He repeated it, but this time I could feel some passion rising in
it.  "Can I try that one more time, Sir" His whole heart went into it this
time and I think steam should have been coming out of our ears.

"I'm sorry. `C'."  he whispered into my ear.  "I'm sorry for making you
wait so long for this night.  You have been so patient and understanding of
me, it is more than I deserve."

"I can never do more for you than you deserve."  I replied.  "I love you,
Doug.  I will always be there for you no matter what is to happen.  You are
the one I want now and forever."  I held him to me firmly and savoured the
thrill of having him all to myself for this brief time.

"I want you now, `C'."  he looked into my eyes as he told me.  "I want you
to possess me, to become part of me.  Fill me now and make me yours."

He rolled with me to our sides as I reached for the lubrication gel.  While
we kissed and he stroked my body lightly, I entered him with a lubed finger
slowly.  He groaned and encouraged me as I moved it around gently relaxing
his tight sphincter.  It wasn't long before I slipped a second finger into
him while I tongued and nibbled at his hard, pointed nipple.  His moans and
groans continued as he stroked his fingers through my hair repeatedly and
held my head tight to his chest.  Before introducing a third finger to his
hot hole I moved lower and caught the drooling end of his erect cock in my
mouth and licked the tasty fluids which were flowing freely from it.  Doug
arched his back to encourage me to fully engulf his throbber, but relaxed
again quickly so my third finger could be introduced.

Moving again between his bent knees, I raised his legs so the backs pressed
against my chest and placed the tip of my rigid soldier at the entry to his
tunnel.  Pressing forward while I watched his face closely, I felt the
engorged helmet of my shaft slide through his muscle ring and it lock
behind the ridge of my cap.  His face had remained unchanged, so I slowly
moved forward sliding my long tube into his scalding burrow.  About half
way in he started to moan, but as I eased up he told me not to stop so I
proceeded.  I felt sweat start to collect on my forehead and realized I was
using a great amount of control to keep from just shoving my way to the
bottom, but there was no way I would chance hurting my Doug.

Finally, I could go no farther.  I had reached the limit of my physical
capability and the heat and pressure I felt on my buried shaft was making
the fluids in my balls boil.  Doug was breathing heavily and there was a
happy smile on his face as he used his muscles to squeeze and massage me.
After a slight pause, I began the slow and steady retreat from my newly
established nest and caused the same vocalizations from my partner as with
my descent.  I had established a slow steady routine of push and pull
within a few moments and both Doug and I moaned and groaned as the
sensations swelled within us.

Doug was making demands I go faster and harder, but I had decided this
first time was going to be the time he would always remember and I had
enough experience to know how to draw this out for both of us.  No matter
how he begged, I maintained the same steady in and out beat.  I watched
closely as his eyes rolled back and his back arched.  His cock stiffened to
its maximum and the dark red end turned a hue of purple.  He called out my
name as his shaft spurt again and again sending his seed first beyond his
head against the wall and then in trails down his shaking body.  His hands
had grabbed my forearms and squeezed so tightly that it actually hurt.

I continued to stroke to the beat in my head.  I could feel the tension
mounting within me but I was resolute this was not about me, it was about
Doug.  I watched his face carefully and as he came down from his climax I
shifted my position carefully seeking his prostate.  His face lit up as I
found the proper angle to drag my randy probe over his sensitive organ.  I
felt great joy and satisfaction in seeing this stimulation of my partner.
Bringing Doug to the climax he attained was a thrill in sharing.  Now I
wanted to share the experience with him completely.

Increasing my pace I felt the tingle in my groin which announced I was
starting the climb to the stars.  Doug was again joining me in a groan duet
recognizing the waves of pleasure which swept through both of our bodies.
This time there were no surprises.  We climbed the stairs to fulfillment
one at a time and the brief minutes it took to get there seemed to be hours
measured in pleasure time.  As I fell over the edge I thrust deep within my
lover and his muscles clamped firmly on my rod as it spasmed into his fiery
depths.  As he clamped tight his own spike again erupted, spitting his lava
over the trail established by his first deposits.

We soared to a plain of existence neither of us had encountered previously
and merged our souls to form a single entity for a brief time.  We were
bonded to one another, forever carrying our mutual satisfaction as a brand
of unity on our souls.

Returning to reality, I found myself laying on my side with my lover
spooned tight against me, wrapped firmly by my arms.

"Maybe I was mistaken."  Doug murmured. "Maybe you should plan that I'm
just going to spread my legs for you every time whether you pout or not."

I just kissed the back of his head and then we drifted off to sleep.


The End