Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2014 21:37:57 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 11

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PART 11


"Joe! Joe! Are you okay?" He rushed and kneeled next to the inarticulate
Joe. "Joseph!" He cupped his hands on Joe's face again, just like before,
but this time to wipe the overflowing tears from the very cheeks. Even
though he tilted Joe's face to his direction, Joe was still looking
away. Oh God, what has Tom done? The man whose name Tom called repeatedly
showed no change; still sobbing. "I'm sorry if it upsets you. Just forget
what I said, okay? Joe, please talk to me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said
that."

No reaction. He hugged and rocked Joe to calm him down. Still not
working. He just continued to cover the man of his dream in a tight embrace
and tried to shake the tears, and speechlessness, out of him. All to no
avail.

"Oh God." Panic!

In final attempt Tom made Joe to circle those slim arms to his neck, lay
that handsome face to his shoulder, and have those legs circling his waist
as he stood up. He had to run to a more crowded street to find a taxi,
while he patted Joe's head gently, and throwing calming words in soothing
voice to Joe's ears. It got worse. He had to wait for four, FOUR whole
minutes waiting for an empty cab to come by while making a scene on his
attempt in trying to not make a scene. Thank God he knew Joe's address.  On
the passenger's seat, they did not untangle; Joe lost his ability to
function at all. His brain power was all used to drain his tear ducts. It
was awkward for the cab driver, heart-crushing for Tom.

As Tom stepped down from the taxi, his heart dropped. Only then the whole
event sunk in. He broke Joe. Although the sobbing subsided, the rough
calloused hands were still clenching Tom's collar. Joe clung on like a lost
child in the aftermath of a massive earthquake. He clung on through the
rummaging of Joe's pocket that Tom did to find the key, through the
difficult ascend to the second floor, through the wrestling with the final
door as Tom cursed himself. Tom went directly to Joe's bedroom and sat him
down. The sobbing stopped but Joe's face was still unreadable.

Joe lied down on his own will. Tom unlaced and removed his shoes and then
covered him with blanket.  He crouched facing Joe who showed nothing. He
wiped Joe's messy face with his sleeve; he couldn't come up with anything
better at the moment. Several strokes to Joe's hair later Tom whispered,
"I'm so sorry." He stood up and said, "I'll get you water."

"Please don't go." Joe first words were uttered with a crack. It had been a
crazy night; his mind was not with him through the happenings. He just
didn't want to be left alone, not by Tom. Tom obliged and he stopped, but
he was not sure what to do next. For the first time since the hysteria
broke, Joe's eyes told something. The stare that speared through Tom's
heart really begged him to stay. "Lie beside me," Joe said, "Please."

So Tom removed his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He didn't know what he
was doing. Suddenly Joe pulled Tom's arm and covered his torso with that
arm. He wanted to spoon.

"This is warm." Joe commented dryly.

Joe didn't make any sense; not yet. His brain was still working hard to
pull his consciousness out of the overwhelming storm of emotions. All the
chemicals in his system were wrong. He didn't say anything anymore for
minutes.

"I'm sorry," Joe finally said. "I don't know what happened to me."

"That's okay." Tom smiled, which Joe could not see. "I'm sorry too."

"Don't!" This time Joe was more acute; he reclaimed the authority of his
own brain. He rustled on the bed, getting himself to a position that was
better for talking. "Tom," He paused and then looked into the eyes of the
man whose name he called. "I have never heard those words from anyone,
ever. You are the first man to say that to me. That's why I cried. I know
it's not logical and a little too melodramatic, but it's true." He laughed,
trying to stop himself from falling apart. Thankfully Tom did the same.

"I understand." Tom said, trying to sound light-hearted, sensing Joe's
uneasiness.

Joe raised his hand and landed it on Tom's muscular neck. He moved north,
his fingers wanted to map the contours of Tom's skull, his skin wanted to
be stimulated by the coarse stubble. Tom's lips were slightly quivering,
maybe shaken by anticipation and fear of the words that would come out. Joe
looked at Tom with intention and read the meaning in the eyes that looked
back. Tom really loved him. "I love you too, Tom. You have no idea how much
I love you." Joe reached for Tom's elated face. The gentle hands now
grabbed all the skin it could grasp, and pulled. Then they kissed, with
infinite yearning and desire.

When their lungs protested, they pulled away. Joe was dazed, but it didn't
stop his mouth to form a smile. That, along with those dark eyes, that tan
skin; Tom simply could not be bored by Joe's face.  "You're so handsome."
Tom said as he pulled Joe again; he needed to taste the man again. It
became rigorous like how he had been fantasized for the past few weeks. Joe
tilted his face sideways, trying to capture those lips with his with the
same vigor. He ventured his wilder side this time, allowing his tongue to
play a role. Tom gladly reciprocated. It turned into a make out session and
none of them wanted to stop. Then Tom could feel a hand on his crotch.

Caring about Joe's well-being, Tom stopped. "Wait, are you sure you want to
do this?"

"Of course! It's been 25 years. Do you think I want to wait any longer?"

"It's just that..."

"Oh, shut up." Joe attacked with lust and desire that was hidden before. It
all surged at once. A beginner that he was, Joe could still keep up to
Tom's experienced efforts. He stabbed his tongue enthusiastically, and he
received just in kind. Their hands were on each other's body; on chests,
backs, necks, shoulders, butts. They even unknowingly moved into sitting
position.

"Joe." Tom suddenly stopped. Joe didn't follow him. "Joe!" He had to push
his lover back. "Are you sure?"

Joe snagged the seams of Tom's jacket and pushed it off Tom's
shoulders. "Come on, don't kill the mood." With a naughty smile he landed
on Tom's mouth, tongue first. Man, Joe was unleashed. Done with the coat,
Joe unbuttoned Tom's shirt, no, he just ripped it off. Tom did the same,
only gentler. Joe was wearing a sweater anyway; he wasn't going to tear it
apart. He could but he wouldn't.

With his hands on Joe's shoulders, Tom stopped Joe from diving into his
mouth again. He wanted to see Joe instead. His hands not so tamely caressed
the skinny man's torso. Joe actually wasn't that skinny. He had muscle
definition and a slight layer of fat on him. It was the body of a
previously slim but athletic man that gave up working out. Tom didn't mind,
at all. In fact he loved it. "I never thought I would say this to a man but
damn, you're so fucking hot."

"Look who's talking." This time Joe didn't go for Tom's face, he went to
one of those glorious hair- covered pectorals. Moans and groans slipped out
of Tom's mouth. It was so intense; he never had his nipples sucked. Since
Tom got into the gym again, he shed some of his chub. He went from cub-ish
to simply muscular.

While his mouth busy feasting on the hairy chest, Joe had another thing to
pursue. He could not even contain himself when he unbuckled Tom's
belt. Once done, he frantically pulled the jeans and the underwear down. It
won't budge the first time. Tom had a pretty massive pair of globes back
there. Joe just couldn't wait to see it. On second try the garment slid
off. A massive piece of hard flesh hit him on the face.

"Holy mother of fuck! You're fucking... You... you're huge, man!" Joe
practically shouted.

Tom went pale. Oh no, not again! He heard it so many times before. It's the
typical reaction he received from other people... well, women actually. He
had hard time finding someone who would get excited to have sex with him
after his cock was revealed. For most people, it's too big. Even in
slightly limp state like it was, it still looked big. "It's slightly bigger
than average," he said.

"Fuck that! It's... it's fucking huge!" Joe's mouth gaped, with a slight
smile plastered on it. Tom was not sure what it meant. He was afraid that
Joe would freak out. To Tom's surprise, Joe stood on the bed and peeled the
last pieces of clothing he had on. "I don't care, I want it all."

Tom still wasn't sure how Joe felt about all this, and how Joe wanted to
continue. Joe sat back down, his puzzling smile still had not left him, and
his gaze still had not left Tom's. Like he almost always did before, Tom
offered a way out. To let Joe know that it's okay if he didn't want to go
on. "If you... OH MY GOD!"

The yelp was a reaction to Joe's action. He swiftly put that massive dick
into his mouth, without hesitation, with full lust and hunger. Joe was the
horniest man on earth. Tom happily took advantage of it. What Joe lacked in
finesse, he paid it off with enthusiasm. That and horniness. He put the
whole big head in his mouth and rabidly slathered it with saliva. He sucked
it while his tongue massaged its underside. At one time he let go of the
shaft and suck Tom's balls and slowly trace the rod with his tongue and
then insert that cock in his mouth again. Basically, there was a lot of
tongue work. Joe tried to swallow it whole before he realized that it would
be too ambitious of him.

"I'm gonna cum!" Tom declared.

Joe released the twitching organ. He did not want it to happen just
yet. "No you don't, I have something else in mind." Sitting up, he pulled
Tom's jeans and underwear from his ankle. Now Tom was completely naked,
except for the watch on his left wrist. "Do you have a condom?"

Tom's eyes shot open, realizing what Joe wanted. Tom rushed for his
bag. After rummaging for a while he found what he was looking for. "Here."
There was a condom and a bottle of something.

"Lube? Wow, you're prepared."

"I've been prepared since Christmas, babe." Tom smiled slyly.

"Well, babe, I'm glad this happens tonight." Joe smiled a little, liking
the way they called each other 'babe'. He hastily bit an end of the
wrapper, tore it off and covered the cock with what's inside. He then
squirted some lube onto his palm and applied it to the stiff cock. Joe rose
from his seat and push Tom so that he would lie down. With his hand still
on those strong shoulders, he straddled the bigger man on his middle
section. He kissed Tom again, rather softly, although tongue wrestling was
still on the table.

"So this is how my cock tastes like." Tom laughed.

"Yeah." Joe smiled gleefully.

"Joe. It's big. I don't want to hurt you." Tom posed a more serious
mood. "We'll stop if you can't take it, okay?"

Joe just nodded as he moved down, trying to make contact with the slick
cock. He pushed himself up, straddling Tom up right. With one hand he tried
to steady the other man's organ while the other jerked his own, wanting it
to keep the hardness. He pushed down, slightly, trying to measure the
resistance. It resisted pretty well. So he pushed harder and harder. Still
it wouldn't get through. Joe scrambled for the lube again, this time to
finger his own hole. Then he tried again, and again, and again, until he
became frustrated.

"It won't get in." He said. He pushed again, this time with desperation and
his strongest will. Not a positive result.

Tom took hold of Joe's hips, urging him to stop but Joe insisted. That was
until Tom called out. "Joe, stop. It can't get in."

Joe dropped his hands on Tom's chest. "I really want it. I really do." He
was so desperate and sad that he could not make his lover happy.

"That's okay." Tom smiled. "There is another way, you know. You can do it
to me."

"Really?" said Joe with a seductive skepticism, however that sounded.

"Really." Tom rose up and on his way lied Joe down. He unwrapped himself
and jerked his cock a couple of times.

"Do you have another condom?" Joe asked.

"No. Just this one." Tom answered truthfully.

"Shit!" There goes the night. Unless... "Do you mind doing it bareback?"
Joe asked.

"What??" Tom would never do that.

"I'm a virgin. I assume you're disease free. You're always use protection,
right?"

"Well, yeah."

"Good."

"Alright!" If it wasn't for the heat of the night, Tom wouldn't agree on
doing it bareback, but he was so turned on and so was Joe. "To tell you the
truth, I've cleaned myself, you know, down there." Tom grinned.

"Man, you really are prepared." Joe laughed, pleased that he was going to
do the deed after all.

"Since Christmas."

This time Tom took hold of the bottle. He halted, though. "First, I want to
try this." He lowered his head, placing it directly on top of Joe's
cock. He was just staring at it, visually admiring the master piece that
was Joe's dick. The strong, extremely hard cock was dripping, making the
untrimmed, dark pubes soaked. It twitches in anticipation. Not wanting to
make Joe suffer any longer he opened his mouth and took hold of the
head. Joe was stunned which sent his hips upwards. Tom had to steady Joe
down, fearing he might get choked. Frankly, Tom actually did a lousy job,
but it didn't matter to Joe. It was the first time in his life he had a
mouth engulfing his cock. It just felt great at that moment. Joe thrashed
and jolted like a mad man. He squirmed and wailed. He grabbed Tom's head,
not entirely clear if he was pushing it down or pulling it up. It was just
too good and too much to handle. It was too much for Tom too.

"You choked me there." Tom coughed while trying to maintain a smile. He was
gasping for air while his eyes were red and tearing.

The tube of lube was on Tom's hand again. He opened the lid and poured it
in generous amount directly on Joe's cock. Tom surely did not want to hurt
himself. Like Joe, he too was a virgin, at least anally.  While his right
hand was toying with Joe's cock, his left hand was fingering his own
hole. First with one finger, and then two. He tried to insert a third
finger there but he didn't think he could. He was going to push his luck
and hoped that Joe would stretch his hole gently.

Assuming position as Joe did before, Tom felt ready. It was an odd view,
really. A large man with his cock still hard as rock straddling a much
smaller man who was trying his hardest to contain his squirming.  Slowly
Tom went down. The trial was met with resistance. This must be what Joe
felt before. He tried it again, but like Joe, his hole won't open. He tried
again and again, slowly building sympathy for the desperation that Joe felt
earlier. Even Joe looked up with empathy. Then at the end of his wit he
just slammed it all, letting go of his control, and the weight of his body
be the master of the event. It went right in, and it hurts like bloody
fucking hell. Tom bellowed ever so loudly that a stray dog barked in
response.

"Tom! Are you okay?" Joe shook his hips, trying to pull his cock out of Tom
but Tom's weight pinned him down and he couldn't move at all.

"Don't move! Just stay still." Tom said between his gasps. His cock lost
all its rigidity. "This feels... weird."

Tom smiled, Joe smiled. Tom leaned forward, Joe accepted the offering of
lips. They made out for too long, long enough for Tom's anus to relax but
not long enough to get Joe flaccid again.

After a few minutes, Tom started to slowly rock up and down. Joe's hands
settled on Tom's hips, driven by both admiration and the urge to
control. Tom changed his leaning in order to find out the most comfortable
posture to do this. He tried leaning forward, backward, sideways, and
straight up. All the while he never took one of his hands from his own
cock, jerking it frantically to reach hardness. From Joe's perspective Tom
looked like a contortionist in training. Joe couldn't be active on this; if
he did, he would explode. The tightness, the twitching, the rocking, and
the angle changes were doing good things to him.

"Joe, are you okay?" The expression in Joe's face had Tom concerned. Joe
was gritting his teeth, the muscles in his neck was visibly stretching. Joe
clawed into Tom's waist.

"Keep doing this... and I won't last long," Joe said with strained voice.

That was Tom's cue to give his all. Both of them were lost in it. Joe was
on the verge of orgasm and Tom was making sure that Joe will get there. Tom
started to slam harder and faster while Joe began to really fuck Tom. It
had been only less than ten minutes but the pleasure was imminent. Faster
and faster they went, louder and louder they wailed.

Joe lost it first. He spurted his first load with a silent scream. It went
on and on for days. He shot was many, many, many more than he had before in
his previous masturbations. He was spiraling into bliss.  The tightness and
clutches in Tom's hole was amplifying the sensation. The spasms of Tom's
anal cavity were the beginning of Tom's own orgasm. He growled outrageously
as the first load shot past Joe's body and splattered on the wall behind
the bed. The second went as far. The third, fourth and fifth reached Joe's
face. He lost count afterwards. At the end of his earth-shattering orgasm,
Joe was soaked in semen. All wet with man-cream.

Finally Tom let his legs take a rest, sitting on Joe. He leaned forward to
meet Joe's still dazed handsome face. He licked the cum off that beautiful
skin, not really liking the taste of it. Joe wanted to taste it from Tom's
tongue. With that, they kissed, in an animalistic fashion. Everything that
happened was pure animalistic fucking. It was to fulfill their suppressed
desires.

As though to compensate for the entire rawness that had passed, they looked
into each other's eyes, they smiled at the same time, and Joe first said,
"I love you."

"I love you too."


***


Like every day in his life, Joe woke up at seven. His body was falling
apart. He was so tired. Last night was amazing, it felt like a dream. Was
it a dream, though? Joe reached for the other side of his bed, no one was
there. It was a dream. With further examination, Joe realized he was naked;
he never slept naked. He was also sticky all over. There was a noise
outside of his bedroom and something smelled really good.

Gingerly he stepped down from his bed, still naked. His face was a messy
hell, and he reeked of sweat and semen. Even after a wholesome sex he had
last night Joe still had his morning erection. As he walked out through the
threshold of his bedroom door, he saw a large man, fully clothed, cooking
in his kitchen. That man turned around and smiled.

"Good mor... wow!" Tom was looking at the most erotic scene ever. Joe,
naked and hard. He could feel his pants tightened.

"Good morning." Joe was back to his grumpy self.

"I... uh," Tom couldn't concentrate with Joe looking the way he looked. He
followed Joe's movement until he was seated on the couch. He decided he
should continue cooking, instead of eyeing on a naked man. "Your kitchen
was empty so I went out shopping for stuff. I'm making French toast. It was
supposed to be a breakfast in bed, but you woke up."

"I always wake up at seven." Joe said dryly.

"I see." Tom flipped the last bread off the pan onto the plate. Instead of
butter he bought Nutella, his favorite.

Joe gleamed. "Nutella!" Tom handed him a butter knife. Without hesitation
Joe drew a large gob of chocolate paste onto his toast, and munched it like
a dying child. Tom couldn't help but feel entertained.  This man was
handsome when he was grumpy but gorgeous when he felt happy. The event that
happened the night before came back in his mind. It was the best feeling in
his life so far, but it was also wrong.

"Joe. About last night..."

"Yeah?" Joe said nonchalantly. He didn't really care about anything but
food.

"I know it was the heat of the moment but it was still a mistake." Tom
dropped his head. "We should never do that again."

Joe was speechless. His body froze. Even tears did not begin to trickle. He
dropped his toast and whimpered slightly.

Noticing that, Tom panicked and rushed into clarification. "No! Not about
you and me; I mean about not using condom. We shouldn't have done it bare
back." He pulled Joe hand to calm him down. Joe slumped in relief. His
heart was almost ripped apart. Even then he was still speechless. "I was
saying that we should've waited, or I could just run to a drugstore and
find a condom, or we could just sixty-nine," he chuckled.

"You almost killed me." Joe sighed and dropped his head back to the
cushion.

Tom pulled Joe back up. Smiling, he ruffled Joe's hair. "We should get
tested, soon."

"Yes." Joe smiled back. He leaned forward and kissed Tom.

Tom's hands roamed free and tugged Joe's cock, ready to service him. Seeing
Joe naked with his handsome face smeared with Nutella made him horny,
again. Nobody could or should resist a morning blowjob.

___

Happy New Year, everyone! Happy 2014! I'm starting this year with our
scrappy protagonist Joseph Becker losing his virginity. Only now do I
regret naming this series 'The Virgin Joseph'. Let this be a lesson t you
all: never use working title as your actual title. This series has not
ended, however; we have a long way to go. I mean, the story doesn't end
when the guy have sex, right? I personally would want to see them having
more sex.

Special thanks to my trustworthy and omnipotent editor Arleen. By the way,
Steve is doing fine and is recovering in record speed. He's one tough dude!

Tell me if you love or hate this chapter, please. You can email me at
robxglass@gmail.com or visit my tumblr at manlyneeds.tumblr.com. Now that
Joseph popped his cherry, I better get someone to pop mine.

Cheers!