Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 01:20:15 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 16

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PART 16


Amy, that sneaky little lady, promised not to make such a big deal out of
Tom's birthday. She did it anyway. In the middle of her show she sang happy
birthday to Tom. Tom should have known. She did it almost all the time for
everyone in the office. It didn't upset Tom, though. He accepted Amy for
who she was: fun in the package of a songstress. Overall, the party was
awesome. Tom got to stay sober because there was sex awaiting him when it
ends. He just knew that it was going to be fantastic. Since last Valentine,
Joe had been an animal. He could send Tom to the peak without even touching
his cock. He even forced Tom to get his hands off his cock. He even tied
Tom's hands on one occasion.

It's funny how the more experienced Tom turned out to be the less
adventurous one in bed. Joe might be new in this game but he was
imaginative and creative. He was the one who told Tom to masturbate using
fantasies involving Sam and Henry. He wanted Tom to try imagining man to
man sex that didn't have Joe in it, just to see if it works. Well it did,
but it didn't feel good. The orgasm was good, but the guilt wasn't. It also
broke Tom's mind. He would get an erection whenever he saw Sam and/or
Henry, and his erection was NOT easy to hide. So he emancipated, and Joe
obliged. It was sweet, funny and naïve of Tom, but it was endearing. Joe
probably had to dial it down a little too.

As they walked out the pub, Tom and Joe started to chat. "Thank you from
saving me from Nick." Tom was being sarcastic. Nick pulled him aside for a
little talk. A little talk for Nick meant heart-to-heart talk.  Counseling
for youth center did a little too much for Nick. My God, Nick. Get your act
together!

"You guys looked so serious. I couldn't possibly disturb you." Joseph took
Tom's hand, looked up and smiled like an idiot. They were walking away from
the bar.

"What kind of guy does that? Seriously!" Exasperated and amused, Tom
chuckled.

"You did. On Thanksgiving. To me," Joe said.

"Smartass." Tom laughed. He stopped walking, took Joe's hand, bent down and
kissed him.

Joe smiled, again, like an idiot.

"My place or your place?" Tom asked.

"Mine. More privacy," Joe said. "Sam doesn't break in as much lately since
Henry. I wish we're not as busy at work. My place is now so perfect for
love making."

They have been busy in the office lately. Joe and Tom had a project
together. Joe was handling another while Tom had two others. It was busy
for everyone. Alice goes to the site a lot, Nick was losing sleep, and Jake
was as disheveled as the first time Joe met him. Even Amy was busy enough
to stop writing new songs.

"I know. You are AWESOME!" Tom practically shouted.

"Yeah, and you're... meh." Joseph shrugged in a mock unimpressed manner.

"Oh, fuck you," Tom said laughing.

"Be my guest." Joe came back. They kissed again. "Actually, I have a
present for my birthday boy. It's in my apartment. So..." Seductively he
held a grip on Tom's waist and pulled it closer.

"Let's go!" Tom hailed a cab, and one stopped immediately.

They fell into their own comfortable silence. It was familiar, so much so
that it felt like it was not a thing.  They stayed that way until Joe's
hand fell on Tom's, eliciting a squeeze as a response. Joe smiled. Tom
too. They didn't look at each other but they can tell. Their hands told
them so. Each smiled wider with that glowing feeling. They had to look at
the other's faces, then they laughed, and they kissed.

"Anyway." Joe filled the missing excitement with a topic. "Will we ever
play soccer again?"

"We can."

"We must. The last time I played I was gasping by the end of it." He
chuckled. "I'm SO out of shape."

With little discretion left in Tom, he leaned into Joe's ear to whisper, "I
love your shape." His breath was tickling, his lips caressed so
slightly. Joe could feel goosebumps racing up his spine.

"I'm serious." Joe tried to suppress the urge to hump his boyfriend in the
back seat. "We only had two games and then nothing."

"Work has been crazy though. I hope we can find time next month."

"Next month is a couple of days away."

"I know, smartass." They kissed again.


***


Tom knew that Joe had a surprise up his sleeve. Joe did not make a good job
hiding his excitement. He did try, but the trial itself that gave it
away. He was all giddy and giggly through their shower together.  He
avoided every sexual advancement Tom made.

"I have a present for you." Joe announced when they walked completely naked
into his room.

Finally the big reveal. "Yeah?" Tom plopped down onto the bed, propping his
body on his elbow. That pose aroused Joe so much. Tom knew how to work up
his man. "What is it?"

Joseph bent down to pull something from under his bed. The tight curve of
his back and buttocks stirred Tom's dick. Joe then pulled out a plastic
box, the one that was air sealed. Wasting no time, he opened the lid,
grabbed its content and threw the box away. It was a dildo. A big
one. "Happy birthday, Tommy."  Joe smiled that stupid smile that usually
does funny things to Tom's heart.

But Tom's heart feels a different type of funny. He was shocked. "Joey!" He
said in horror. "That's...  huge!"

"Not as big as that." Joe pointed at Tom now completely soft cock. The
blood that was there was summoned to pump his lungs for more oxygen.

"I can't take that in. I'm barely able to handle you." His face
whitened. The blood was probably summoned too.

Joe laughed. Tom was confused. Joe crawled onto the bed and hunted for
Tom's lips. "I'm not going to use this on you." He kissed Tom again. "It's
for me."

"What?!"

"Yes."

"That's fucking huge!" Tom repeated, almost shouting. He was deeply
concerned. The last time Joe had anything up his ass it was his cock and it
didn't go well. At all.

"Relax. As I said it's smaller than you. They don't have anything as big as
this." He reached for Tom's cock, Tom jumped a little, taken aback, but he
was enjoying it, as proven by its consistent change of size and state of
rigidity with every stroke. "What they did have was a thirteen inch dildo
and the girth was absolutely absurd. Man, I thought you have the biggest
cock in the world." Joe chuckled.

Tom was still nervous by the proposition asked, "How big is that?"

"Nine inches. Six inches around." Joe smiled slyly. Tom had his eyes almost
popped out. Then Joe took Tom's left hand and led it to the cock he was
stroking. He shifted to reach for the lube from the dresser drawer. He then
sat up and spread his legs wide, facing his delirious boyfriend.

"You're not..." Tom mumbled, still playing with himself.

"Oh, I'm going to." Joe quickly responded.

He squirted a lot onto his two fingers and started teasing his own hole. He
smirked at Tom and it seemed to turn Tom on even more. Slowly but surely he
pushed, then the muscle surrendered. He winced softly, not by any sort of
pain but from the surprise. Doing that and seeing Tom jerking himself gets
him hard. Slowly he played with himself, building up confidence to insert
another finger in.

Tom was mesmerized. The view in front of him was what it looked like when
the very same action was done to him. It was fucking hot! Joe pulled Tom
off his trance; he pulled Tom's hand. Tom was like a puppet, he just did
whatever Joe wanted him to do; what Joe wanted was to replace the fingers
in his ass with Tom's. Tom moaned when he felt the cold lube and the warm
interiors of Joe's body.

It was a different sensation altogether. Tom's fingers were way thicker and
those fingers were talented.  He hooked, scissored, and pistoned that hole
without mercy. Tom immediately found Joe's prostate and attacked it
mercilessly. "Ease up, but don't pull out," Joe warned. "You're sending me
to the edge." He laughed breathlessly.

"You've been practicing, haven't you?"

"I have," Joe confessed. "We didn't have much time together lately so I
figured I can just practice. You know... for this day." Joe blushed, a
little embarrassed that Tom might see him as a kinky dude. Tom saw him as a
romantic.

Joe reached the dildo again, put it in his mouth, reenacting what he did
with Tom. At this point Joe was able to deep throat Tom, although not all
the way through. Tom a little too enthusiastic after seeing his boyfriend
giving a blowjob to a plastic penis while one of his hands probing him. He
went down on himself quicker. That's when Joe slapped Tom's hand with the
dildo.

"You don't want to miss the big show, do you?" An idea jumped into Joe's
mind. He thought it would make Tom feel really hot and horny. He leaned
forward, half sitting on Tom's hand. He then took Tom's cock with one hand
and jerked it a little to pull out the precum. Once it's spurting
voluminously, Joe aligned the dildo with Tom's cock and slowly slid it up,
along the length of Tom's rock hard monster.  Slowly and surely he moved it
up, making sure he contaminated the plastic dick with Tom's natural
lubricant; making sure Tom felt every inch of the dildo scrape his
sensitive cockhead. Tom shuddered violently, trying so hard not to
ejaculate.

"Fuck! Joey, you little fucker!" Tom said under his breath.

"Now watch this." After pulling Tom from his ass, he directed the dildo to
his opening. No additional lube. Tom was transfixed. His eyes couldn't pull
away from Joe's crotch. With a moderate pressure the fake penis head popped
in. Joe moaned. Tom growled.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. This thing just isn't as good as your hand." Joe chuckled. Believing
it was too dry, he squirted lube along the dildo and spread it all
over. "Now for the main attraction..." He doubtlessly pushed, no, SHOVED
the toy into himself. More than half of it was still outside. Joe roared in
the crazy sensation, Tom fucked his hand harder. Then Joe shoved the rest a
few seconds later, leaving an inch or two out.  He moaned again.

"Fuck," Tom murmured as he released his cock, knowing that he was on the
verge of cumming. He wanted to save it for the obvious occasion. The
occasion where his boyfriend would replace the make believe penis with the
real thing.

"See, I can take it." Joe said as he fucked himself. "I can't wait to have
you in me. Again."

There's the love. Under the crazy, almost perverted lust they were just
pursuing, there was love. Joe just wanted to have Tom the same pleasure he
had been having. He knows that Tom had been having the same problem in his
adult life. It was rare for Tom to find someone that can take his size. Joe
was just determined that he will be the one. This man, 7 inches shorter and
70 pounds lighter, was willing to try as hard as he can to receive Tom's
big appendage. All for the sake of making Tom happy.

"I love you." Tom said as he leaned over Joe, propping himself on his
elbows, kissing the man beneath him. "I love you so much, you have no
idea."

"I love you too." In return, he kissed the man above him.

Tom took over the kissing. He was basically gnawing at that mouth. He
didn't stop there; he moved down, to Joe's jaw line, to his neck, to his
shoulders, to his pits, and chest and nipples and navel. He then arrived at
the main stage, the cock. After a couple of months Tom has gained an
expertise in cock sucking. He could take it all in, he knew the best way to
tease, and he knew what to do to make Joe cum very quickly. For the
occasion, he just teased Joe.

Feeling ready, Joe pulled the dildo out of him. "Go find a condom and make
love to me, goddammit!" He said impatiently.

Tom was certainly happy to do so. He pulled one out, tore the wrapping, and
rolled it onto his turgid, leaking cock. He slathered it up with lube and
announced, "I'm ready!"

"Alright, come to daddy."

The way Joe said it drove Tom wild. He attacked Joe's face just to slow
himself down. He fingered Joe with his lubed up hand just to warm him up
some more. "Turn around." He commanded.

"But I want you this way."

"I'm bigger than that dildo, this will be easier."

That logic was undisputable and Joe agreed. He moved into position, holding
his body on all fours. From back where Tom was, the view was amazing. First
his hands explored Joe's messy short hair, then to the connecting neck he
loved to kiss. Then there was that mesmerizing shoulder and back, the one
he was always holding on to when Joe fucked him. His hands can feel how
lean and strong it was; a back that only belonged to a dependable man such
as Joe. His hand rested on Joe's hips but his eyes wandered to that crazy,
sexy butt. Seemingly soft but manly, small but looking powerful. Somewhere
in that valley was an orifice that promised him pleasure.

"Joey, are you sure about this?" Tom asked when he put his wrapped cock
head against Joe's quivering hole.

"Yes." Joe answered simply.

"Okay." As horny as he was, Tom couldn't do it. He was also nervous. The
image of when he first did it terrorized his mind. His hands begin to
sweat. The thought of Joe bleeding pained him. He did not want to hurt the
man he loved again.

"I'm okay." Joe suddenly said. He was aware that Tom was worrying. "You saw
me, remember?" He chuckled, trying to lift Tom's fear.

"I'm..."

"You won't hurt me, Tom. I promise." But Tom didn't move. Instinctively Joe
reached back, searching for Tom. His hand caught Tom's. "Come here." Joe
said soothingly, pulling Tom down so that he could lean on Joe's
back. "Hold me."

With one arm supporting himself and one wrapping Joe, Tom closed his
eyes. His dick was still hard, because, seriously, it was hot for
him. However, he could not let his penis touch Joe; it had a history of
ruining things.

"Kiss my neck." Joe pleaded softly. Tom did. His hands were playing with
Joe's pecs and nipples. Joe left one of his arms to support him while he
searched for Tom's cock. Tom was slightly surprised, but he was not
alarmed. Joe had that magic touch. "Tommy, big guy, I love you and I trust
you. We can do this.  Don't worry." He said while tugging on Tom's slick
penis.

Tom sunk deeper into Joe's neck. There was still a little doubt in his
veins, but it dissipated little by little.  "Okay," He murmured. That
'okay' was the last. Tom found all his confidence knowing that Joe was as
certain. He can again feel Joe's hole trying to welcome him in. He pushed a
little but it did nothing.

"Harder," Joe said with conviction. Tom obeyed. Joe thought that an inch
more of girth would mean nothing. Turned out it meant everything. It was an
extremely difficult entry. He was only prepared for a nine inch long and
six inch around dildo that he can control with his own hand; he was not
prepared for a ten inch long and seven inch around real cock. Even so, he
tried his hardest not to show it. Tom did not notice any change in Joe's
movements.

"I'm in."

"Yeah, you are." Joe said supportively. "Now slowly push the rest in."

Without saying a word Tom pushed, very slowly. He could feel Joe's ass
pushing out. It was slick and warm, but extremely tight. He had to slow
down, because it was the only way to do it. After a few seconds Joe
moaned. "What's wrong?" Tom asked.

"Tommy, you're at my prostate." Joe was violently quivering, it added to
the sensation in him. "Fuck!  You feel so good."

"You too," Tom said. He pushed more in. Tom was slow, affectionate and
unrelenting, just the way Joe preferred. It took them five minutes for Tom
to reach the end of the tunnel.

"You bottomed out," Joe commented, feeling the pressure inside him.

"Yeah." Tom stayed there, letting Joe adapt with the intruder, giving Joe's
ass the chance to ease the spasm out. Most of his cock was hugged by Joe's
warmth and it felt fantastic. "Joey, it feels so good."

"Are you ready, big guy? Because I'm ready," Joe said.

Tom reacted not by saying anything, but by gently kissing along Joe's
spine. He could feel Joe pushing out again. He took it as a signal to pull
out a little and push back in. He did it exactly that way several times.

After a while Joe reacted. "Longer." Little by little Tom took longer
strokes. First it was only slightly, after a few minutes he pulled almost
all the way out before slowly filling the crevice again. Joe moaned like a
maniac. Hearing such deep lusty voice intrigued Tom to do the same.

"You like that babe? You like my big cock up in you? Fuck!" Tom was in the
zone, long dicking and dirty talking Joe. To hear Joe moan and groan in
response got him all the more worked up.

"Harder," Joe pleaded.

He complied immediately. All the doubt and fear left Tom, only lust and
love left. He would do anything to please his man just as his man did
him. If Joe wanted it harder than he would do it harder. He could hear Joe
making a deep and low noise. Tom must have did it right. He didn't even
realize that he already broke the second wall, that he was now balls deep
into Joe. All he knew was that it felt good to him and Joe.

"Harder, babe. Give me all you got!" Joe commanded between his breaths.

"I'll give you everything, Joseph!" With that Tom moved away from Joe's
back. Once again he traced the contour of Joe's back, appreciating its
beauty by flexing his cock deep inside Joe. One hand reached for Joe's
shoulder. The other moved down to find Joe's steely, wet cock. He slowly
pulled out. When his cock head reached Joe's magic button, he flexed his
cock and move his hips around, making Joe tremble in ecstasy.

"Just do it, babe. I can't stand it anymore." Joe was slowly inching into
climax, but Tom was sadistically teasing him. Joe almost could not take it.

A loud smack followed Tom's long and hard thrust inside. Joe roared
again. Tom pulled back and slammed it in. Pelvis slapped ass cheeks.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joe barely whispered.

The smacking sounds became louder and more frequent. Everything escalated
to an unprecedented intensity. Tom was groaning louder and louder while Joe
almost lost his voice. One of Tom's hands gripped tight onto Joe's
shoulder, almost breaking it; the other furiously jacking Joe off. After
about a minutes Tom declared. "I'm cumming!"

He pumped with such consistency and vigor. He could feel every aspect of
his existence rushing to the tip of his cock. Still he held it back. He
held as much and as hard as he could. But it was just beyond him.  He could
not deprave himself from the pleasure any longer. This particular orgasm
waited for him for fourteen years now; since he first lost his
virginity. He could feel it: the sensation that shattered his neural
system. He screamed his lungs put. He could feel his semen travel along the
length of cock and shot into the rubber barrier like a cannon ball. He came
and he came, again and again and again. His hips were still slamming with
the same endurance. For a moment he forgot about Joe.

"Are you close babe?" he said gasping for air. He was still fucking Joe
mercilessly; his hand was still giving his boyfriend a rough handjob. He
softly kissed Joe's shoulder blades, neck, and ears, contradicting his hard
thrusting.

"I'm coming." Barely audible. Joe has saved the last drops of his voice for
that moment. He screamed.  No more grunting or moaning. His eyes rolled,
his back arched. Every inch of skin that made contact with Tom sends
electricity to his churning balls and multiplies it. Joe's consciousness
was crawling and galloping, trying to escape. Then it centered back when
the first spurt launched, splashing on his chin.  Tom's cock was constantly
harassing his prostate while his hand grazing his sensitive head. The next
spurt missed his face and almost made a hole in the dashboard. Joe never
came that hard before and that much. He was still leaking long after the
first shots.

Both of them fell onto the bed. Tom didn't even bother to hold some of his
body weight off Joe. He was still busy humping Joe.

"That was... fucking crazy..." Tom finally said, minutes after they laid
together like that.

"It was okay," Joe laughed. Tom too. "You're still hard and you're still
fucking me."

"You're still hard too."

"I know right." Joe smiled. Both of them stayed silent while Tom slowly
playing an evil game on Joe's nerves. "Round two?"

"I'll get a new condom."

The rest of the weekend was spent together, the way two stupidly horny gay
dudes can. Joe sent a text message to Sam the first thing Saturday morning
that said: "Don't come. I'm busy fucking till Monday."  And they did. They
tried every fantasy both of them had; the fantasies where Tom was the top
and Joe was the bottom. They made a pact not to do other than anal sex for
the weekend. Tom specifically wanted to have sex slow and face to
face. That's one. The other was fucking Joe in the shower. Joe wanted to do
it standing up facing each other; where Tom carried him the entire time and
took control of the pace. Yes standing up. That was hard for Tom, however
strong he was and however light Joe was.  They did it anyway. Once they did
it with deserts. Once with the curtains open. It was crazy and intense and
immensely earth shattering. In the end, they did it four times. Four times
a day. By Monday Joe was walking funny.


___

The end. No. Just kidding. We've got a whole lot to cover. So this is not
ending anytime soon.

What's ending though (or rather ended) is Marc and Luke, the other story
that I wrote (nice segue! *high fives self*). You can read it if you
want. You must read it even if you don't want to. No. Just kidding.  Man, I
don't have a grasp on the concept of kidding.

Aaaaanyway...

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