Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2011 09:03:44 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: THE START OF SOMETHING BIG
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THE START OF SOMETHING BIG
by TY SHANNON
I have this problem. I am fascinated with young men -- about
18 or 20 years old. I can't explain it, and don't try to justify
it -- I just have to live with it. Let me give you an example.
It was a nice summer night and I was driving up Main Street, on
my way home from an 8-ball tournament. This wasn't the cruisy area
of town, and I wasn't even thinking about sex, but I noticed a
young man walking my way on the other side of the street -- my eyes
seem to automatically pick up on that sort of thing. I gave him a
look, and he looked back and we made eye contact. I didn't think
much about it, but after I had gone a few blocks my gut told me that
I should check him out again.
It wasn't very late, so I found a place to turn around and
cruised back towards him. I slowed down as I neared him to take a
good look -- and he looked right at me again. He was young and
cute, with hair that was almost black, but he seemed a little
too young, if you know what I mean.
So I drove on down the street -- but when I looked in the
rear-view mirror I could see that he was looking back at me. My
brain told me it was dumb, but my balls told me that if I didn't
check him out I might miss something. So I turned around again and
drove up the street towards him.
He heard the car coming and turned back to look at me, so I
pulled over to the curb and called out the window, "Hey, want a
ride?"
Since he was on the other side of the street he couldn't make
out what I said. But he stepped off the curb, waited for a couple
cars to go by, and then trotted over to my window. "What did you
say?"
I got a good look at him in the street light -- kind of
short but young and very good-looking -- just my type. "I said,
would you like a ride?"
"Sure." So he ran around the car and climbed in. He stuck
out his hand. "Hi. I'm Dave."
I shook it. "Walt. Glad to meet you. What are you doing
out tonight?"
"I'm on my way back from the Shamrock bar. I was hitting on
a couple chicks there, but some cops showed up -- and I have some
weed in my pocket. I thought I'd better leave before they started
asking questions."
"Good idea." I pulled out into the traffic and headed on up
the street. "How far are you going?"
"To Chestnut Street -- it's a couple miles." So I drove on and
we didn't say much. He was a very impressive-looking little dude,
but seemed pretty young, and I debated whether I should try him out
or not.
But by now my gonads were interested, so I figured -- what the
hell. I looked over at him and asked, "Any chance you're interested
in a little action?"
He kind of smiled back at me. "What do you mean?"
I rested my hand on his thigh briefly and looked him in the
eye. "Playing around."
He looked away and thought about it for a minute. "I don't
know. I've done it a few times before, but it's pretty late and my
parents are expecting me home."
So I drove a few more blocks and we talked idly. But I hated
to give up so easily, so when we got near his street I put my hand
on his leg again. "Sure you aren't interested?"
He smiled back. "Let me make a quick phone call." So I pulled
over at the next gas station and he jumped out. In a couple minutes
he was back. "They're not home yet." I assumed that meant he was
agreeable, so I headed for my place.
When I got to the house, I pulled into the garage and closed
the doors -- I didn't want to be interrupted. Then I took him
upstairs to the den, and we sat down and smoked a couple bowls. He
looked awfully young -- probably not over 18. We talked about
different things, but finally he said, "I've only ever been with one
other guy. I used to see him quite often, but I haven't lately."
When the bowl was whipped, I suggested, "Why don't we go
over to the bedroom?"
He got a funny look on his face. "Oh, I don't think so -- I
have to get home pretty soon." My face probably showed that I was
confused -- why did he bother to come up here? But he went on,
"Why don't you give me your phone number and I'll call you?"
Bummer! "Can't you stay for half an hour?"
"No, I'd better not."
This was bullshit -- but what could I do? Still, I didn't want
to give him my number without having some confidence that it would
turn out okay. "Just give me 15 minutes, so I can be sure it will
work out."
"I promise it will be okay."
"Unfortunately, I've heard that before. Just give me 5
minutes -- take off your clothes so I can see what you look like."
He smiled and hesitated. "Okay, but just 5 minutes."
So he stood up and emptied his pockets. He smiled again,
"These jeans are awfully tight -- I have trouble getting them off."
I just watched, and didn't say anything. He stripped off his shirt
and then tugged his jeans and shorts down to his knees. He had to
sit on the floor in order to work them off. But finally he stood
up, naked before me.
I just looked at him -- I had a winner this time! He was only
about 5'7", but his body was trim and tight; nice muscle on his
upper body and stomach, and no hair on his chest -- just the way I
liked it! As I stared at his body his cock started to rise. I
couldn't resist a comment, "Looks like your dick is interested."
He laughed. "I know. I have trouble keeping it down some
times." When it was standing up hard, it wasn't very long -- only
7" or so -- but it was nice and fat, and surrounded by a thick
forest of dark black hair.
I whistled softly. "Very nice. That's a really nice body."
He smiled. "I know -- other people have told me that. I play
a lot of soccer." Then he pumped up his arms and struck a pose to
show me his muscles -- beautiful!! My cock was responding inside my
pants.
I stood up and stepped over to him, and ran my hand over his
body -- he didn't flinch at all. Across his shoulders, around his
chest, and down his hard stomach where I grasped his throbbing dick.
~That's a gorgeous cock, Dave." He didn't say anything.
I moved behind him and caressed his back down to his ass
cheeks. He looked back towards me, "That's a nice ass, huh?"
I had to laugh. "It sure is. One thing about girls is that
they don't appreciate a beautiful ass."
"You got that right."
I fingered his asshole a little. "Do you take it in the ass?"
"No, I don't think I could. I've never done that."
He was this far along, so I figured he ought to be interested
by now. I grasped his hard dick again and squeezed it a little.
"You sure you don't want to fool around? Your cock wants to."
"No, I have to get going." I leaned forward and kissed him
briefly, and he kissed me back. So I went over and sat down while
he struggled to get his jeans back on.
I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper for him, and told
him when to call. I didn't know if he really would, but the show
was worth it. I said, "This could be a lot of fun."
"I think so, too."
But then he sat down and lit up a cigarette, so I decided to
push him a little harder. "As long as you have a couple more
minutes, do me one favor. Show me you'll take it in the mouth." I
stepped over in front of him and opened my pants. He didn't object,
so I pulled out my half-hard dick.
He just leaned forward and took it right into his mouth, and
then pulled back off. "See?"
"Do it a few more times." So he leaned forward again and
stroked it with his mouth several times, till it was nice and hard.
"That's great, Dave." I was convinced, so when he straightened up I
zipped up my pants and sat down again. I thought this whole bit was
kind of crazy, but if that's the way he wanted to play it, I would
just have to go along with it.
We talked for a few more minutes, and then I took him back
downtown. I drove home, wondering if I would ever hear from him.
I was pleasantly surprised the next afternoon when he called,
so I drove downtown and picked him up. Since it was a warm day,
all he had on was shorts and sneakers. As I drove up the street I
looked him over real good, and then reached over and patted his leg.
"Nice legs."
He looked down at them and tightened the muscles in his thighs
so they stood out. "Yeah."
I headed back to the house. He was quite a talker, going on
about his girl friends, his job, and problems he's had with his
parents and with the police. He seemed full of life and enthusiasm,
which I hoped would carry over into bed.
When we reached the house, we went up to the den and he had a
cigarette. So I asked, "Before we get started, are you looking for
some money for this?"
"It's up to you."
I looked at him, and wondered if he really meant that. "Do
you mean if I don't give you any money today, you'll still come back
tomorrow?"
He smiled. "I don't know -- probably." To me that said
probably not, but now I knew.
He finished his cigarette and I led him into the bedroom. He
quickly stripped off his clothes and lay back on the bed. When I
was naked, I lay down next to him. Neither of us was hard yet, so
I reached over and ran my hand through the hair around his prick.
I played with his balls some and then began stroking his cock, and
it started to respond.
But then he suddenly sat up and leaned down to my crotch, and
engulfed my half-hard dick in his mouth. His hands moved lightly
over my stomach and legs as his hot mouth started swinging on me.
Must be he really wanted it! My dick got hard right away and he
stroked on it slowly -- up and down -- up and down. "Yeah, Dave.
Do that." I loved the warmth and wetness sliding across the
sensitive skin. He couldn't take it all, but his mouth was hot and
tight, and he knew what he was doing.
He pulled off for a minute and looked up at me. "I haven't
done this for a long time -- I'd forgotten how much I enjoy it."
Then he went back to sucking on it.
But pretty soon I was ready to taste him, too. So I pushed
him back onto the bed, and got up on my knees and straddled one of
his legs. I leaned forward and kissed him. After a moment his
mouth opened, so my tongue snaked in and worked around his lips and
tongue and teeth. Then I sat up and started massaging his chest.
He raised his arms above his head, and I could see the black curls
under his arms. He was gorgeous, and my hot cock throbbed. I
told him, "That's a great body, Dave."
"Thank you."
"How about if I get a couple pictures of you?"
He looked surprised. "Like this?"
I had to smile. "Of course."
He hesitated, but said, "Naw, not now."
I continued to massage his body as I pondered his answer. "Do
you mean I can take some later tonight?"
"No, but after I've seen you a couple more times we can
probably do that."
"Okay, I'll count on it." These young guys can disappear on
you awfully easily, so I liked to get a couple souvenir pictures to
remember them by -- and especially such a cute one as this.
I caressed the muscles in his chest and tugged at his small
nipples a few times. Then I worked my hands downwards across his
stomach, and he tightened the muscles there. I almost laughed! His
cock was nice and hard now, but I didn't touch it. I just worked
around it -- on his abdomen and thighs and balls. His hips pushed
upwards as he responded, "That feels great."
"I know." I could see his dick throbbing, so I held it upright
with one hand, wetted up the finger tips on my other hand and rubbed
them around the head of his dick till it was nice and slick. I saw
it pulse several times as I did this and he moaned a little, so I
did it some more.
But I knew what he wanted -- and what I wanted. I grasped his
prick tightly in my fist and leaned down and kissed his mouth again.
I squeezed his dick while I kissed one nipple and licked around it.
I bit it gently with my teeth. He groaned and arched his back --
but didn't tell me to stop. So I moved over and did the other
nipple, and got the same reaction.
Then I held his dick upright and positioned my lips just above
it. I ran my tongue over the head several times and probed at the
slit. Then I slowly slid my mouth down the shaft -- slowly --
slowly -- till I had it all inside. I ground my nose into his
coarse hair and felt his cock pushing against my throat. I held it
for several moments, and let my tongue slide around it. I loved the
velvety feel of the hot skin in my mouth. He moaned and thrust up
towards me, so I started to stroke it, slow and tight -- up and down
-- up and down.
He responded, "OOOOHHHHHH! I love that! Much better than my
girl friend." I didn't say anything -- I just sucked him for a long
time.
Eventually his hand reached over and wrapped around my rigid
prick, and he played with it and stroked it while I continued to
suck him. Then his hands pulled on my hips. I knew what he was
after, so without pulling off him I slid down on the bed and
stretched my legs towards his head. He quickly moved his mouth over
and slipped down onto my pulsing prick. I grabbed his ass cheeks
and pulled him tightly against me while we sucked each other. I
squeezed his cheeks and caressed them while I kept sucking. My
finger explored around his asshole -- he just moaned in his throat
and kept working on me.
After several minutes he pulled away. "You'd better stop, or
I'm gonna come." So I stroked him a few more times, and then slipped
off and swung around beside him. I put my arm around him and pulled
his body tightly against me, and rolled onto my back with him on top
of me. I held him with my arms and he started kissing me. Our
tongues probed at each other's mouth, and I ran my hands down his
back to that beautiful ass.
Shortly I pushed on his chest. "Sit up." He sat back on his
heels, straddling my thighs. I had him move a little closer, so
that our rigid dicks were right next to each other. I wrapped one
hand around both of them, and began to slowly stroke them together.
He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations, and he kind of rocked
his body with the motion of my hand. My other hand caressed over
his chest and stomach.
Then he opened his eyes. "Let me do it." So I released my
hand. It took both of his hands, but he grasped our dicks and
began to stroke them some more. For some reason, watching him
beating us off with both hands really got to me, and I moaned
quietly to let him know.
But eventually I slapped his stomach lightly. "Turn over so I
can rub your back." He rolled over on the bed and raised his arms,
resting his head on them. I straddled his thighs and started to
massage his back -- his shoulders and neck, and down to his waist.
I took my time and kneaded his firm flesh.
"HHHMMMM. You do that really well." I just smiled and kept
working on him. I pushed my hard prick down into the crack of his
ass, and made it slide up and back while I caressed him.
Then I moved lower and slid one knee between his legs, and he
spread them apart for me. I straddled one thigh and started to work
on his ass. I grabbed the twin cheeks tightly in each hand and
tugged and mauled them for several moments. His cheeks were nice
and round and tight, with almost no hair -- beautiful!! I worked on
his thighs some, and then went back to his ass. I spread the cheeks
wide and ran my finger up and down the crack.
Then I dropped down and used my tongue. I held his cheeks
apart and licked slowly over his asshole -- back and forth -- back
and forth. Then I probed at his sphincter. He moaned and lifted
his ass up against my tongue, and by pushing harder I slid it in a
little ways. After a couple minutes I pulled it out. "You like
that, Dave?"
"MMMMMmmmm, yeah. Feels good." So I did it some more, for
quite a while.
But then I decided to try pushing his limits some. I sat up
and wetted my finger, and pressed it against his asshole. I worked
around it for a bit, and he didn't object. So I pushed on his
sphincter until the first joint slipped into him. His breath
hissed, but he didn't complain.
I decided if I was going to try this I might as well do it
right. I quickly went over to the dresser and got out the jar of
grease and a vibrator. When I climbed back on the bed, he turned
to look at me. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just going to educate your asshole a little."
He started to turn over. "No, I don't want you to fuck me."
"That's okay, I wasn't going to. I'm just going to work on it
a little, so you know what it feels like. Any time it bothers you,
just say so and I'll stop."
He hesitated. "I don't know if I want to."
"Come on, Dave, I already did it -- with my tongue and my
finger. It felt good, didn't it?"
"Yeah, that did."
"Well, turn back over. I promise I won't hurt you."
With that he turned back onto his stomach, but watched me over
his shoulder. I spread his legs again and got a little grease on my
finger. With the other hand I spread his cheeks wide, and
positioned the finger at his asshole. I worked the lubricant around
a little and then pushed -- he made a face when it popped into him,
so I just let it rest there for a minute.
He closed his eyes and let his head rest on his hands. I
pushed a little more, and slid my finger most of the way in. His
body stiffened and I could feel his cheeks clench. He made a
face. "OOOHH! That hurts. You'd better take it out."
I let it slip out. "Easy, Dave. You've got to relax. When
you try to fight it, that's what makes it hurt."
He looked back again. "I don't know ..."
"Just close your eyes, and concentrate on relaxing the
muscles."
He did as I suggested, and I got a little more grease on my
finger and slid it in again. He took it, and I just left it there
for a minute. His muscles started to tense up again, but I told
him, "Just relax, Dave. Don't think about anything else."
He was quiet but his buttocks relaxed, so shortly I started
sliding my finger in and out of his hole. "Just relax." I worked it
around a little, and then pushed it in as far as I could, so my hand
was pushing against his cheeks. He was breathing heavily, so I
reminded him again, "Just relax."
I stroked into him a few more times and then pulled it out. I
got some more grease, and then pushed two fingers into him. His ass
wriggled a little, but he didn't say anything. So I fucked him with
my hand, slowly and easily. "How you doing, Dave?"
"Okay."
"It'll feel even better when I'm sucking on your cock at the
same time." I used my fingers a couple more minutes and then pulled
them out. The vibrator was even bigger, so I greased it up good.
Before he knew what I was doing, I pushed it against his sphincter
and it slipped in a little ways. But he felt it, and started to
stiffen. "Relax, Dave. Concentrate."
He moaned a little, but didn't tell me to stop. So I slowly
worked it in a little farther, and then started to stroke it -- in
and out -- in and out. With my other hand I caressed his ass
cheeks, while the tool fucked him. "You okay, Dave?"
"Yeah. It actually feels kind of good."
"I know. And it'll get better." I continued to fuck him with
it. Then I told him, "I'm going to turn the vibrator on. See how
you like it now." I flicked the switch and it started to buzz inside
his ass.
"HHHHHMMMMMM!!" His ass squirmed from the sensations. I kept
fucking him and playing with his flesh, and pretty soon he was
lifting his ass up in the air and pushing back against it on every
thrust.
"Yeah, Dave. That's the way to do it."
Finally I stopped, and left it inside him, still humming. I
leaned down and kissed the back of his neck. "What do you think,
Dave? Want to try the real thing?"
He thought about it for a minute. "No, you're too big.
Maybe some other time." Shit! I really wanted to fuck him!
But I didn't want to stop yet, so I told him, "Well, turn over,
so I can suck you at the same time." I helped him turn over without
letting the vibrator slide out. His cock was still standing up
hard, so I dropped my mouth down on it. Then I sucked his cock
good, slow and tight, while I worked the buzzing tool in and out of
his ass. Pretty soon there was a continuous moan in his throat, and
he was thrusting up into my mouth on every stroke.
I worked him for a long time, till my mouth was getting tired.
But then I felt his cock head getting harder, and figured he was
getting close, so I licked the head a few times and pulled off.
He looked down at me. "Why'd you stop?"
"I want us both to get off at the same time."
"Oh, okay. How you want to do it?"
I thought for a minute, and then stood up. "Slide your head
over here to the side of the bed." He swung towards me, being
careful that the vibrator didn't slip out. "How about if I fuck
your mouth while you jerk off?"
"That sounds good." First I reached down and made sure the
vibrator was deep inside his ass. Then he started stroking his cock
while I slid my throbbing dick into his mouth. I fucked his mouth
good for a while, and then took it out and wiped it around his face
-- over his eyes and lips and nose. But he groaned, "I want it!" So
I shoved it back in and stroked it a little faster. A couple times
I pushed it hard, against the back of his throat so he almost gagged
-- but he didn't stop me.
I knew he was pretty close, so I told him, "Wait till I get
there." I watched as my hot prick slid in and out of his mouth --
again -- again. I loved to see that, and feel the hot wetness as
his lips wrapped around it. He was breathing hoarsely through his
nose, and I was starting to get there.
I reached down and tugged at his nipple. "Come on, Dave! Go
for it!" He stroked himself faster, and worked the vibrator around
in his asshole. I fucked his mouth good -- in and out -- in and out
-- pushing against the back of his throat on every stroke. He
started to gag again, but held it back.
I squeezed his other nipple, hard! His chest arched up off the
bed, and he pushed his mouth down onto my cock! "Now, Dave! I'm
gonna cum in your mouth!!!" I stroked harder and faster into him!
The sensations boiled up inside of me as I watched my throbbing dick
slipping into his mouth -- and I came!!! I spurted three -- four --
five times!! He swallowed and groaned, and swallowed again -- and
then he came!! It splashed all over his chest and belly, and his
hips thrashed on the bed!!
We stroked them a few more times and stopped -- we were both
sweating and gasping for breath. I just stood there, with my dick
softening in his mouth. Finally I let it slip out, and he
licked his lips and smiled up at me. I asked, "You okay?"
He laughed. "That was fantastic!!" I wiped some of his cum
off his belly with my finger, and slipped it into his mouth. That
caught him by surprise, but he sucked it and licked it off, and then
looked up at me. "Shit! Yours tastes better than mine!" We both
laughed at that.
I got a towel to wipe him off, and he pulled the vibrator from
his ass. Then I lay down next to him, and let my arm rest across
his chest.
After a couple minutes, I asked, "What do you think, Dave?
Was that worth coming up here for?"
He just smiled. "What do you think?"
"How is your asshole?"
"I'm surprised -- it doesn't bother me at all."
"The trick is learning to relax the muscles."
"I know that now. And when you sucked me at the same time, it
felt incredible!" We both laughed.
"Think you're ready to try the real thing next time?"
He hesitated a minute, but then said, "I don't know -- but
maybe." I think that means `yes'.
He stretched on the bed, and I ran my hand over his tight
muscles and down to his crotch. "I love to watch you do that."
He looked over at me. "Do you think I'm good looking?"
"That's a silly question. You are a very handsome young man,
Dave. I would say about a `9'."
"How about my body?"
He was a vain little prick, so I told him, "Definitely at
least a `9'!" And he was, as far as I was concerned.
He got a big grin on his face. "Awwright!!" We both
laughed.
He lit up a cigarette, and we lay there and talked for a while.
He told me he was over 19, but I wasn't sure I believed it. Finally I
asked him, "You going to come back and see me again?"
"Sure. It was great."
I smiled. "Even if I don't give you any money???"
He paused, but then said, "Sure. But I could still use the
money."
"I understand."
Finally we got up off the bed. I put my arms around him and
gave him a big hug, and kissed him good. "I'm glad you called. I
really enjoyed it."
"So did I."
We got dressed and I took him back to his place, and told him
to call me Sunday. All the way home I was fantasizing about what
we would do next time. This could be the start of something big.