Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2014 21:54:29 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 13

PART 13


Joe was on Tom's bed. It was only ten minutes after he fucked the hell out
of Tom's godly globes. Joe was beginning to become an expert in the art of
making love. Since Tom still refused to top, Joe was still the one who did
all the penetration. His practice consisted of only fucking and blowing. To
tell the truth, his jaw gets tired easily when servicing Tom's porn-sized
appendage. So he fucked, again and again.  Apparently Joe was really,
really good at it. He could always make Tom's cock stay up during their
intercourse. Just a few strokes and Tom was gushing semen from his
proportionally oversized balls.  Anyway, sex history aside, Joe was
occupied with thoughts and self-doubt that even the afterglow of sex could
not mask.

"Tom, I have something bothering me all week."

"Mmhh?" Tom said lazily as he rolled on his side to spoon Joe.

"You know that I'm basically blind when it comes to reading people, right?"

"Yeah?" He wasn't intrigued.

"I think I know why." Joe wasn't a big fan of this kind of talks, but
lately he was drawn to it. He figured insecurity annoyed people. However,
he really needed to get it out of his chest. "How do I put it? I think that
I care about myself too much to care about others. It just dawned at me
when I spoke to Sam that night. I'm horribly selfish. I even left Justin,
without a single notice, just to get here so that I can have a new life. I
didn't even think about how it affects him. I just..."

"Shh..." Tom cut him off. "Just because you want a better life for yourself
doesn't mean you're selfish."  He kissed Joe on the nape of his neck. "You
think about Justin all the time and you worry about him every day. That's
not selfish. Although I don't it was right to leave him." Tom whispered
chuckles into Joe's ears. It was a light-hearted jab. "You're not selfish,
I assure you. If you were, I wouldn't sleep with you."

"Which brings me to my second trouble. Why do you like me at all? I'm not
hot or anything, and you were straight." He paused. "Oh God, I'm so
insecure."

"You know, your self-deprecation is cute now but it will be irritating when
we get older." Tom rubbed Joe's cheek with his stubble.

"I'll never get old. I'll die from a heart attack three years from now,"
Joe joked. "Just answer it."

Stopping his action long enough to assemble a sentence, Tom answered. "I
don't know." It was honest, but there must be an answer somewhere deep
inside his brain. He dug up hard to find it. "We took the L together way
too often. We talked, a lot. And each time, I see you a little
clearer. You're so unapologetic; I like your honesty. You know what you
want."

"I don't." Joe quickly intercepted.

"In fact you do. You just don't know how to get them." Tom
chuckled. "You're strong and consistent."

"It's like you don't know me at all." Again.

"Shut up and let me finish." Playfully Tom kissed the back of Joe's
ear. "You are strong and consistent.  You may think you're insecure but the
way I see it you're battling it every day. You just power your way through
everything. Maybe you fall to insecurities every now and then, but the very
next day, you just say 'fuck it, take it or leave it.' You're... what do
you call it? Uh... self-empowering."

"Now you're just feeding my insecurities."

"Learn to take a compliment, dickhead." Tom laughed softly. He rubbed his
hand over Joe's chest.  "What if I tell you that I could not stop picturing
your ass since that first post-game shower? All I could think about was
doing unholy things to your cute little butt."

"Yet you haven't done anything about it." Joe said. "Since you're boning up
again, how about we do it now?"

"I'll get to it next time." Kisses moved to the neck and shoulder. In one
way Joe was still a virgin and he was eager to pop his cherry. He really
wanted Tom to do the deed soon. He had to admit that Tom's dick was highly
intimidating but Joe didn't care about it as much as having the man that he
actually loved and loved him back to take his virginity. He sometimes
wished that Tom was more normal.

"What kind of men do you find hot?" Joe segued. "Don't say it's me. I can't
even start to explain to you how incredibly cheesy that would sound."

That was exactly what Tom was about to say. Man, this guy is hard to
please. "Actually I haven't thought about it much."

"Impossible!" Joe accused. "You watch too much football and basketball
games to not be able to name one."

"I can tell if someone is good looking, but I never really think of them
sexually."

"Really? I'm the only guy you that you see that way so far? You said Sam
was hot the other day."

"Doesn't mean I want to sleep with him. I think Jake is handsome, but never
in a million years would I start jacking off to him."

"I would. He's hot. Especially with that beard! Man, that rich brown beard
just sexed up his face." Joe gushed. "Plus he's kind, trustworthy,
committed..." He had a crush on Jake for those very reasons. Even the fact
that he was married made him look hotter. Nothing makes a good looking guy
more good looking than commitment. And beard. Beard always helps.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Tom tickled Joe on his belly. That's
Joe's sensitive area. Well, most of Joe's body was sensitive
area. "Besides, Jake is like a brother to me, I can't think of anything
sexual about him." He said after he stopped fooling around.

"I was like your brother, yet here we are now." Joe laughed.


***


Joe was gargling mouthwash when Tom barged in. The door was not
locked. Thank goodness that Joe wasn't doing something
more... primal. Thank goodness it was Tom, not Nick or Alice.

"I need to pee." Tom said. Joe just gestured him to go on. Tom hesitated
but Joe didn't mind. He got comfortable in this closeness very easily and
way too quickly. Tom hadn't. In the edge of bursting urine with a huge
boner in the way, Tom panicked a bit.

Joe spat the mouth was out. "Just drop the pants and sit down. I saw your
dick. What's the matter with you?"  That was a tad harsh.

So Tom did just that. He dropped his pajama pants, sat on the toilet,
leaned forward and struggled to bend his monstrous erection down, and then
let go. His face showed pure bliss. To his shock, Joe grabbed his head and
kissed Tom right on the lips; while Tom was still urinating. That was both
gross and hot.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." Joe grinned awkwardly. It was so cute how Joe
could be bold at one minute and then turned sheepish the next.

Tom smiled that of glee. Once finished he pulled his pants up and pressed
the flush button. His penis slowly lost its tension right after. He decided
to brush his teeth, to get that clean, minty taste that he decided he liked
when Joe kissed him earlier. Joe didn't move though, he just stood there
next to Tom, staring with fascination. "What?"

"I was actually just freshening up. I thought you were going to sleep
longer. I wanted to... you know...."  Joe gave that awkward grin again.

After washing the remnants of toothpaste from inside his mouth, Tom grabbed
the shaving cream. "You want to do it? We can do it. Just let me shave for
a minute." He gave Joe a naughty look. That, and the masculine act of
applying shaving cream got Joe excited.

"Let me do that." Joe moved between Tom and the counter. He propped himself
up and sat on the cold slab of stone. After he stole the razor from Tom's
hand, he directed Tom to move in front of him. With his left hand on the
back of Tom's neck, he started to shave the easier part of Tom's face: the
cheeks.  Without the beard it was soft and pillowy. The skin was barely
tarnished by any visible scars. The only scar on Tom's face was at the
outer end of his left brow, probably from a fight. The rest was pure and
beautiful. To Joe, even the scar was beautiful.

"This is..."

"Shh... Don't move your mouth." Joe was starting to retrace the contours of
Tom's jaw. The bones were strong, the skull that made that face so
handsome. Joe knew how Tom shaved. He saw and admired that face for much
too long. The designer in him learnt every detail, every visual aspect that
made Tom's visage his. Joe could've sketched Tom's face even if he was
blindfolded. It was carved into his brain.

Erotic. That was the word Tom wanted to finish his sentence with. It turned
Tom on how intimate the whole scene was. With Joe's spectacle cladded face
so close to his, he could feel Joe breathe out onto his skin. Behind the
plastic lenses, Joe's eyes were serious and concentrating, like ones of an
artist within a state of flow, in his zone, working his craft. That face
was handsome. While wasn't particularly looking for men before, he could
still admit which men that are better looking than the other. Joe had the
best face among men.

"I actually like it with stubble. You didn't shave yesterday. I like the
way it felt when we kiss."

"I thought you hate my beard." Tom joked between slashes.

"Yeah, but I like you a little scruffy. So... sexy." Joe said without a
tinge of sexual vibe. Tom read it differently. "Your beard, on the other
hand, does look bad. It's patchy, not like Jake's."

"Yeah, Jake is always sexier than I am," Tom teased.

"Can you shut up for a second? I'm trying to not cut your head off."

Tom shut up. Joe looked cute when he was irritated. Tom loved it. Tom loved
everything about Joe. He trailed off to the moment he said that he fell in
love to Joe. To Joe's emotional outbreak. To the 'yes' that he hoped
for. It went so fast, so blurry. Then there was that wild animalistic
sex. What was that all about? It was emotional at first then pure lust
after. Was it too fast? Or was it just pent up energy and desire? Whatever
it was, that night was the best night in his life. Who would have thought
that Tom would enjoy getting fucked, over and over again? Not only enjoy,
but get off by it. Now he got an erection.

Joe tilted Tom's head up, wanting to shave the area below the chin. His
left hand moved about Tom's neck. Tom was not ticklish but Joe's caressing
fingers sent tingles to his senses. Sometimes that hand move down to Tom's
hairy bare chest. Sometimes to the full and round muscle of Tom's
shoulder. At one point he even grasp Tom's lower back to pull him in,
feeling that Tom had strayed away.

"There you go." Joe dabbed wet towel onto Tom's face. "You're all handsome
now." He then shyly gave Tom a quick peck on the lips. No one was there,
and they've seen each other naked. It was endearing how Joe still got that
way.

"What? I wasn't handsome before?" Tom smiled mischievously.

"I'm not saying that." Joe blushed. Tom couldn't contain all the rush in
his heart. He kissed Joe full on the lips. Soft but firm. A kiss that
communicated the need to have the man in front of him. Joe received it in
kind. He too recognized the arousal his action sparked. Being that close to
a man he longed for so long yet had to hide from only fed the flame in him.

Obviously it got derailed as they became more aggressive in their physical
contact. Tongue asked to be included, they granted the wish. Joe wrapped
his hands around the cheeks he just shaved, just so that he could recall
the softness that violated his vow of self-control. He moved down instead,
after deciding that he enjoyed the kiss too much to end it for something
that would probably be better. That action alone nullified his
intentions. Tom's firm torso; the shoulders, the chest, the ribcage, the
stomach, the waist, the hips, all steered him away from status quo. Taking
a chance, he hooked Tom's waistband with his thumb and roughly yank it
down. His anarchist hand found the target: Tom's fully hard cock.

"I want you to fuck me this time," said Joe. "Please."

Tom looked into Joe's eyes, projecting doubts. "Are you sure? I have to
tell you it hurts."

But Joe was not fazed by the threat. He was smiling when he said, "You
enjoy me inside you. I want to feel it too."

They immediately had tongue war again. Joe defrocked himself while he let
Tom undress his lower region.  Tom opened the mirror cabinet to find a box
of condom. They could also benefit from using lotion. Sitting on the
counter, Joe pulled his legs up, exposing his bottom orifice. Disregarding
his steel- like penis, Joe fingered his hole mindlessly. It hurts, but Tom
will hurt more, and Joe didn't care. The sloppy lotion around his hole will
help, he thought.

With a mutual nod, Tom stepped in closer. He let Joe lead the cock
in. After all it was Joe's first time, ever. He didn't want to hurt Joe but
at the same time he had been dreaming about this for a while, wondering
what it would feel like. Making love was not something new for Tom, but
making love to a man was a totally different story. He made love with Joe
before but it was different. This time Tom was the top. This time they had
to be more patient.

If three of Joe's own fingers were hurtful, then Tom's cock was a butthole
apocalypse. He tried it a few days ago and it didn't come through. This
time he was more prepared. He cleaned up nicely that morning. He even tried
to finger himself after, making it loose so that he could give Tom a
morning treat. When the plan was changed and the sexual flame intensified,
even the lubed up, stretched and eager Joe was not ready. Joe didn't want
to pant or groan, with fear of Tom stopping the whole thing.  However, his
whole body tensed and it was clear to see.

"We should stop." Tom said empathically. The head was not even in when he
pulled out.

"No!" Joe practically shouted. "I didn't get to do it last time. I'm not
stopping now. I'll tell you if I can't take it." Joe sounded angry, and
looked angry. Inside he was just desperate to please his man.

"But..."

Joe leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Tom's neck. He looked in Tom's
eyes. The desperation began to leak out once the chance looked
thinner. "Please, let me try it. Please." He rested the side of his head on
Tom's face. "Let's try, okay?"

"Okay." Tom said. Joe raised his head, again looking into Tom's eyes. "Just
try to relax. I'll go as slow as you want me to." He said reassuringly. "If
I hurt you, I'll stop." Joe nodded.

They kissed, this time more tenderly. Everything was done more gently. Tom
could not deny Joe's wish yet again. Even though he knew from experience
that this will not end too well, he just had to do it.  They were still
kissing when Joe began to guide Tom's large cock back into him. With more
lubricant, hopefully it will go about better. Soon after the cock hit its
target, Joe let go; he hugged Tom for support instead. Tom pushed, Joe
tensed, Tom shushed him, Joe wiggled closer, Tom pushed again, Joe purred,
Tom had his head in, Joe sighed. They kissed again while Tom waited for Joe
to relax more. Joe insisted, Tom complied, Joe grunted, Tom stopped, Joe
violently pulled Tom in him. Now Tom was the one who got panicked. At this
rate, Joe could hurt himself. Joe didn't stop, though, not until almost all
of Tom was in him.

"It hit something." Joe commented panting hard, feeling the penis was
halted by some barrier.

"Yeah."

"Nevermind. Just make love to me."

Joe leaned in to kiss Tom. He wiggled his hips to let Tom know that he was
really ready. So Tom began rocking back and forth, slowly, really
slowly. Joe's breathing got heavier, and several moans were launched from
his vocal cord. As provoking as it was, Tom still had to control his move,
or else. The else was not pretty. Joe, however, seemed to aim for the
else. With his legs which were circling Tom's mid- section, he encouraged
Tom to step up his game. He kissed Tom's neck to convey his conviction.

"Harder, I'm good."

"You're so tight."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Tom's pace escalated, just as Joe had wished for. It hurt like a bulldozer
was doing colonoscopy on him.  Joe stayed strong, though, he didn't want
Tom to know that he gave Joe pain. Tom was deep in his pleasure while Joe
was not even hard. He kept on kissing and sucking Tom's neck and shoulders,
tasting the salty sweat. Sometimes they were face to face, kissing
sloppily. Tom thrust back and forth, fast and hard. He was like a wild
animal, a beast, channeling frustration and pent-up desire.

After only less than five minutes Tom could not hold any longer. He was
panting, moaning, grunting, roaring. His eyes were closed after he savored
Joe's face. He could not form a single word other than "I'm" and "coming,"
that he managed to say together. He pistoned into Joe with record speed. As
the sensation built, he lifted Joe off his seat and slammed Joe to the
nearest wall, fucking him even harder standing up. The tingles crawled
through Tom's spine into his balls. With a loud scream, he slammed himself
into Joe and ejaculated madly. With each buck he shot into the rubber that
shielded him. He bellowed. The condom was full, Tom was panting.

"That was hot." Tom said as he braced himself from falling caused by his
weakened legs. He pulled out of Joe.

"Yeah, it was." Joe stretched his legs down finding footing as he wind down
from the intensity.

"Did you cum?" Joe didn't answer; he was not prepared for this. His cock
was still limp and completely dry. To put it gently, he did not enjoy it as
much as Tom did. "You didn't, did you?" Tom looked down at Joe's cock to
see the evidence, it was flaccid. He caught a glimpse of his own
rubber-coated instrument.  It was red. "You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine, just a little sore."

"No you're not!" Tom panicked. He unwrapped himself and threw the condom to
the bin. He then lifted Joe off his feet and carried him to the tub. The
water just could not get warm soon enough. Tom's face showed fear, and it
turned pale. He didn't even hear Joe trying to soothe him off the
panic. After the water temperature settled, he stepped in and lie Joe
down. He made sure that Joe was in a comfortable position. Then he moved
down a bit, wanting to inspect the area he bruised. Whichever way he lifted
Joe's leg, it would seem like he wanted to sexually violate Joe. Not a good
thought for the time. Worry, shame and fear, all resulted in
petrification. That's when he felt two hands grasping his shoulders firmly.

"Tom. Stop it. Don't panic. I'm okay."

"But... you're bleeding." His eyes became glassy, his voice cracked.

"I was a virgin, and you're big. Go figure." Joe chuckled.

"It's not funny." the tear fell.

Awesome! First Joe, then Sam, now Tom. Three grown men crying in less than
a month. Joe only chuckled softly, not in any way insulting Tom's emotional
burst. "I didn't know you could cry." Joe smiled.

"Joe..."

"Come here." Under the pouring warm water, Joe pulled Tom to lie atop of
him. With Tom's head on his chest, he stroked his wet hair, trying to calm
him down. They let the water lend them warmth. Funny how Joe was the one
who was wounded but he was the one who had to make the consolation. As long
as Joe knew Tom, he never saw Tom without a smile. Now the big guy was
almost bawling because he felt that he hurt Joe. What's not to love? This
is like a man from fairy tale, but of course this is not a fairy
tale. "Don't cry. I'm okay."

"I'm so sorry." Tom said very weakly.

"I wanted it to happen." Tom propped himself up, his eyes were puffy, and
the rest of his face was confused. "No, I'm not into S and M." Joe laughed.

"What do you mean?"

Joe slipped his arms under Tom's pits to cover the broad back with a loose
hug. "Tom, I know that you've been holding back, all your life. When we
first did it and I couldn't get it in you just offered another way. I tried
and I tried to get you to fuck me with no result." Joe continued to rub the
broad area of Tom's back. "Then I figured that you've been facing this
problem your whole life. You don't get anyone that can handle your size;
you've been settling for second best. I know that you wouldn't want to hurt
me when we do this, but I don't want you to hold back when we make love. We
just have to do it often so I can practice." Joe chuckled.

Tom was slightly surprised. The Joe that he knew was the one that was not
observant; the one that oblivious with whatever happened around him, who
could not read people at all but easily readable himself. This Joe below
him now was different. He saw through Tom, and saw it correctly. Everything
that Joe said was things that Tom could not say to himself or to
others. Tom was deeply touched. Joe was really trying his best to be a
better man.

"I want you to be happy, alright?" Joe said. "You have to put yourself
first from time to time. Stop worrying about other people." He then smiled.

That smile made Tom's heart skipped a beat. So infectious that Tom himself
began to smile. Under the shower they kiss, long but gentle. "I love you."

"I love you too." Joe replied. He laid his head back again, letting the
water soak his whole body and the event soak into his mind. "Anyway, that
was brutal."

The face that Tom made in response had Joe laughing.

Tom shifted his position. He wanted to get the soap and shampoo, might as
well clean up now that they're under the shower. "We need to see the doctor
stat. We have to get you checked."

"Don't rush, I like this." Joe smiled as he pulled Tom back into position.


___

Two chapters ago when I said I regret naming this series 'The Virgin
Joseph', I thought, "Well, Joe's still a virgin in a way." Now he's
not. This name is so wrong. I love it though, it lends a certain identity
to me.  With this and 'Marc and Luke', biblical pun seems to be my thing
now.

SPEAKING OF WHICH... I have another story on Nifty. It's called 'Marc and
Luke' (yeah, I know I said it, but I have to repeat it, okay?) It's under
Relationships category, so make sure you go there *wink wink*.  Or, you can
follow this link:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/relationships/marc-and-luke/

As usual, you can email me at robxglass@gmail.com or visit
xglass.tumblr.com to see naked men. Either way, you win. Or I win... Wait,
who wins?

Cheers!