Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2014 13:42:18 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 23

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PART 23


"Oh my fucking God, Tommy! I forgot how got it feels to be fucked by you,"
Joe said in the afterglow of his climax. He was lying in Tom's bed beside
the man himself. Both of them were still gasping for air. The sex did them
good.

"I forgot how good it feels inside you," Tom replied.

"You're better than Sam at this."

"Am I?" Tom smiled, feeling rather proud.

"Fuck yeah you are."

Tom rolled over and cover his ex-lover's tiny body with his huge one. They
stared at each other for a second. There were no thoughts whatsoever in
their minds but that contact held a meaning of its own. There were no
expectations or attachment between them. They were just two friends having
fun. However, they had a certain bond that was established in the
past. Even broken up, that chemistry did not fade.

Tom lowered his face at the same time as Joe raised his. Their lips met and
the meeting was ferocious. Their history proved to be an advantage. Tom
murdered Joe with a heart bending kiss and Joe reciprocated in kind. The
fire from their activity before was yet to die and this kiss reignited it.

"I miss you," Tom said after they broke it off. "This is going to be cheesy
but I feel like I'm addicted to you. You were gone for a week and I
couldn't even handle it."

"Sorry, babe. Seattle called and I had no choice." Joe smiled, caressing
Tom's soft hair with care.

"Next time just tell Lucy that you can't go because you have prior
commitment. Fucking my ass," he laughed, Joe too.

"In a perfect world, that's what I would do."

"Oh Joey," Tom said before giving Joe a peck. "Sweet Joey." Tom moved to
one of Joe's ear. "My sweet little Joey." Then he moved south to the neck,
then collar bone, then chest, and finally landed on Joe's right nipple.

"My big guy Tommy," Joe said between his smiles. "Oh fuck!"

That screech was a result of Tom's sudden shift. He was lightly biting on
the hardened nipple and sucked as hard as he could. Once he got the jolt he
was expecting, he licked it tenderly to soothe the pleasurable sting. Then
he did the same to the other one.

"Babe! Stop!" Joe exclaimed.

"Why? Don't you like it?" Tom returned to face Joe.

"I do, but it's too soon. I'm still on a high from before. We've got to
wait a minute."

"A minute? Your dick is ready now." Tom reached down to grab Joe by the
balls, literally. "I think my hand was not enough for you."

"Shut up!" Joe smiled and Tom could not help but kiss the adorable
man. "You just want to get fucked."

"That's the dream."

"In a minute, babe. My legs are still weak."

With that Tom plopped on Joe's side. He pulled the man in and they began to
share the warmth of their bodies in the most intimate way. They
cuddled. They both loved it. It seemed like their bodies were made to fit
each other. The larger Tom would wrap his arms around Joe and pull him
right in.  He made sure that every nooks and creases of his torso was
filled by Joe's warmth.

Most of the time, Tom was the big spoon and Joe the little spoon. It was
rational and it made sense.  Other times, Joe would be the one who were
engulfing Tom with his body. It did not seem ideal, but it was comfortable
and perfect. That was what they do if Tom was feeling especially vulnerable
and he just need to be comforted by others. That moment was rare and that
moment was not now.

Joe was resting his head on Tom's bulging bicep. His back side gave warmth
to Tom's chest and stomach. Tom's free hand did not leave Joe's still rigid
dick at all while Joe was gyrating his ass on Tom's semi-hard cock in slow
motion. Tom savoured the taste of Joe's sweaty neck and he lived for the
smell of Joe's greasy hair. Soft kisses plagued Joe's ear and giggles of
delight came forth.

"This is perfect, Joey," Tom said in sweet whispers.

"I agree!" Joe laughed.

"Let's not end this, okay?" Tom asked.

"Yeah!"

"Well, at least until you find a boyfriend who doesn't approve of this."

"You know what? I will find a boyfriend who would approve of this."

"Sam would approve of this, I think," Tom offered.

"Maybe. I mean he's already in it," Joe said. "The thing is I just don't
feel what I felt for you back when. It's just different."

"Come on. You've been good friends for so long. It's like stepping up a
notch, like you and I did."

"I've never had a crush on him like I did you," Joe argued. "Besides, I'm
not the one who should end up with him. You should."

"You've been pushing this agenda since we broke up. It's getting old,
Joey." Tom chuckled, giving indication that it was all light hearted.

"Seriously, you guys will make a hot couple."

"That's the reason?"

"One of many. But think about it. You're hot, he's hot. You're a big guy
with a big dick who just found that he also likes fucking men. He's a big
guy with a big dick and is experienced with this whole thing. That's
already a nice set up for porn."

"Yeah?" Tom said with newly hoarse voice. His hand started to play with
Joe's dick harder. "If you were the director, what would you have us do?"

"I guess it would start in a gay bar. You come in, all shy and unsure. Sam
spots you and quickly made a move. He begins flirting, you blush and
stuff. Then he grab your dick in the crowd and pulls you out of the bar,
take you to his car and drive you to his place. Once inside you guys make
out. He gets naked but you don't, feeling shy and unsure again. He's
impatient so he strips you. When you finally get naked, his dick instantly
becomes hard. You too.

"He blows you, right there at the door. You can't keep quiet and say shit
like 'oh yeah' or 'oh fuck.' It turns Sam on. He lifts on of your leg and
finds your asshole, and then he rims you. Again, he's impatient, so he
stands up and carries you to his bed. You have your legs around his waist
and your arms around his neck. You guys make out all the way to the
bedroom."

"Oh fuck!" Tom let out a word, finally. His dick was already hard and
leaking again and it drenches Joe's inner thighs.

"You want me to continue?" Joe asked, turning around to face Tom.

"No. Let's just do what you think he would do to me."

"I hope your ass is ready," Joe said as he slid one hand between Tom's
thighs. He found the price right away, already quivering with expectation.

"Make me ready!"

"I'm going to eat your ass good. You can thank Sam for that."

"Thank you Sam!" Tom shouted.


***


"Your turn," Sam said as his head emerged from the depth of Joe's ass
cheeks.

"Fuck! Why didn't I try this sooner?" Joe muttered to himself. He never
felt a sensation quite like being rimmed. Sam's talented tongue was too
much for him, considering it was Joe's first time experiencing it. Well,
not actually first time; more like first times.

"Have you tried it with Tom?" Sam asked as he slumped into the bed. Joe
took a position between his legs.

"Hell yeah!"

"And?"

"He fucking loved it!" Joe was too excited and horned up to keep his voice
down.

"You're welcome." Sam smirked. The flirt in it was undeniable. Seeing such
display of confidence, Joe could not help but wanting to halt the butt play
momentarily and kiss Sam instead, despite knowing where that mouth was in a
moment ago. He was happy with the arrangement. It was just sex, no fancy
dinner, no gifts, no shenanigans; but it included kissing and cuddling,
things that Joe found out through his research in the internet as rare.

They had been fuck buddies for three weeks, the same duration for which Joe
and Tom had been in the same arrangement. Joe became meticulous in sharing
his time between Tom and Sam. He was not willing to sleep with the same guy
twice in a row and chose to alternate between the two. Joe liked it, he got
to have sex without all the emotional entanglement.

"You're still not as good as Tom," Joe commented.

"Fuck! How does he kiss, really?"

"He takes it slow, but he does it like he has a hunger for it... kind of."
Joe shrugged.

"Let me try that again."

Joe can feel his face being pulled by Sam's strong hands. It started with
just their lips battling out for domination, but Joe gave way for Sam to
explore his ability. Just when he thought that Sam was a little too slow,
he can feel a foreign tongue invading his mouth. Then a suction, then their
mouths gnawing each other, then their breaths synchronised, then tongue
battle again. It was a long process

"How was that?" Sam asked soon after their lips parted.

"You're getting there," Joe replied with the honest answer. Sam rolled his
eyes.

"Fuck it, just lick my ass." Sam was laughing when he pushed Joe's head
down.

Having Sam's legs spread apart, Joe can easily locate his target. He didn't
directly go there, he built it up just like Sam taught him. He started from
the cock, trying to get it back up again. He sucked the head obsessively,
as though determined to get Sam off immediately. Once it was rigid, Joe
slowly moved down, licking along the shaft until he met the base of
it. Sam's scrotum was covered in reddish brown hair, the perfect colour to
complement the pale skin, and it smelled good down there, a mixture of
soap, skin, and sex. Again, he did it as slow as possible but giving his
all when it came to suction. Each one received a long and rough treatment,
resulting in Sam's jolts of pain and pleasure.

Sam's moan got louder when Joe made a line from under the scrotum towards
the grand prize. Just when Joe felt a slight change of texture on his
tongue, Joe stopped, leaving Sam in distress. Instead of listening to Sam's
pleas, Joe pushed Sam's legs farther and lift Sam's buttocks up. This way,
Joe could start working his magic from the other direction. Joe was turned
on by the fact that Sam's crack was fuzzy and how the hair progressively
became coarser towards the hole.

"Shit, Joe, just get to it," Sam whined.

"You're the one who taught me to tease first."

"I know, but I can't stand it anymore."

"That's how I feel every time you do this." Joe chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just do it."

"As you wish." Joe smiled as he pressed the fleshy bum with the palm of his
hands and directed his thumbs on the cleft. Pulling it open, Joe could see
the sphincter was already winking. Joe's tentative double licks were met
with a deep groan. Then Joe stopped. Instead, his hands smoothly glided up
and give way for him to give soft kisses to Sam's inner thighs.

"Oh, come on!" Sam protested.

"What? I got to it just as you asked." Joe was laughing.

"Please, Joe. I can't... OH FUCK!"

Joe went there and Joe went there hard. He gave a repetitive wet and soft
massage right before he flattened his tongue and then pressed down on the
hole. That novice mouth slithered ambitiously into its task. Feeling like
it wasn't enough, Joe French kissed it.

After several repeats Joe emerged. "Good enough?" he asked. He gave soft
blows while waiting for the answer. Sam was twitching madly. Joe did not
get any words from Sam, he only head moans and heaves. Joe went down
again. Knowing that Sam was holding his own legs, one of Joe's hands began
to jerk Sam's leaking cock.

"Oh my fucking god. Joe... Fuck! Joe, don't jerk me off. Please, please,
stop."

"What? You want to fuck me again?" Joe asked, never really leaving the task
in hand... and mouth.

"Just, please, stop!" Sam's voice was getting weaker. His hands let go of
his knees and moved to Joe's head and hand. Those hands were not certain
whether to encourage or to stop Joe.

Just when Sam's cock started to twitch and harden, Joe let go of
everything. He was not even touching Sam's legs. He just wanted to send Sam
to the edge, not to kick him off of it. He succeeded.  Sam was heaving, his
glossy and hairy chest was rising and falling in high frequency. Droplets
of sweat flowed from Sam's hairline and stopped at his brow.

"That was close," Sam said between his breaths, alternately looking at his
cock and Joe's proud face.

"Thank god I got out on time."

"Yeah." He dropped his head into the pillow, never putting down his legs.

"Ready to fuck me?"

"Just give me a sec," Sam said. "And no. It's your turn to fuck me."

"About time," Joe said. "Plus, Tom fucked me the last time. I don't think I
can handle anymore dicks down there."

"I'm not as big as him," Sam said in a mocking tone, referring to Joe's
constant comparing.

"You're not," Joe replied with the same tone. "You're still huge, and my
asshole is still too small for either one of you."

Sam laughed messed with Joe's hair a little. Joe knew that Sam was being
playful and apologetic.  Sam confessed to him about his concerns on topping
Joe. Sam's was rougher when he fucked, and more powerful than Tom. Joe
understood that Sam sometimes misunderstood Joe's yelps as pain, when it
was merely an expression of pleasure. Joe was used to having huge dicks up
his ass; he was just not used to the exotic manoeuvres that Sam
performed. Those were some pretty sick manoeuvres.

"I hope you're as good as Tom said you were," Sam said.

"Oh, I am." Joe smiled and gave Sam a mighty disarming kiss.

Sam's leg stayed up when Joe's grip weakened. That hand moved south to
greet Sam's still wet anus.  It was tight, perhaps Henry didn't go there
regularly. Now Joe's mind stranded to the thought of Henry fucking Sam,
then it went to all three of them having a threesome, then Tom got involved
in that fantasy. Joe's not quite soft dick got rock hard in a second.

Coming out of his imagination, Joe found himself between Sam's legs,
holding a bottle of lube in one hand, while the other one had its two
fingers already exploring Sam's rectum. He hooked and scissored, the way he
did Tom in the past. The bigger guy gasped and his eyes were popping out of
the socket. Finding Sam's prostate was not an easy task but it was
rewarding. Joe kept on rubbing the treasure spot until Sam's cock leaked
like an open faucet. With another application of lubricant, Joe managed to
add the third finger.

"Fuck, you're good," Sam said.

"Enjoying it, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

Moans and groans escaped Sam's mouth, natural lube escaped his piss
slit. Joe took some of it and applied it onto his rubber-cladded dick. To
hope that it was enough was a wishful thinking. He needed the help of the
artificial kind.

"Ready?" Joe asked.

"Just fuck me, Joe," Sam begged.

"If you say so."

Joe placed his dick head on the entrance, introducing itself to a new
place. Sam was tight, about as tight as Tom the first times they did it. It
definitely had been a while since Sam was with Henry, Joe thought. Tom was
this tight too when he and Joe began to do it again three weeks ago.

The spasmodic motion of Sam's ass brought Joe back to reality. His head was
not entirely in yet but Sam was furiously rejecting it.

"Relax, Sam. You can do it."

"Sorry, it's been a while," Sam said, fighting for air. "I didn't do this
with Henry; he was a bottom."

"Okay," Joe said, registering the information in. "I will be gentler."

Joe pushed in a little more to find more resistance. He would kiss Sam to
bring him to a good place but he wouldn't be able to reach it given the
height difference. Joe went to plan B; he began to caress Sam's hairy
chest. Encouraging words in calming tone flies from his mouth. One of Joe's
hand took Sam's to show empathy. Seeing that Sam calmed his nerves, Joe
pushed a fraction of an inch in and it met little resistance. Almost ten
minutes passed before Sam finally managed to receive all of Joe, in expense
of Sam's hard on.

"When was the last time you take one up your ass? Ten years ago?" Joe
joked.

Sam chuckled nervously. "Not that long."

Joe spread Sam's leg apart a little more and he bent forward to kiss the
bigger man. It was soft and assuring, not wild and escalading. He just
wanted to let Sam know that he's doing great. The muscles were relaxed and
loosening up and Joe was already able to pull out and push in a bit. The
grunts and the sighs that escaped Sam were those of a person who was not
entirely enjoying it but already taking it willingly. Joe finally can go in
and out at a regular pace.

Seeing that, Joe started to go a little out of the box. He changed angle at
every stroke, sometimes changing the way he thrust into Sam. All this was
to find Sam's button. He went half in and rotated his pelvis, then he
slammed upwards. That was when Sam blurted multiple expletives to the
ceiling.

"Oh shit!" Sam yelped.

"Gotcha!" Joe smiled, knowing exactly where his target was. "You're good?"

"Y-yeah," Sam gave a nervous murmur.

Joe pulled the way out and slammed his dick back in, hitting the button
again. "How about now?"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" It was all Sam can say.

"How about this?" Joe pressed his dick head hard onto the protrusion
inside, pulling an inch out and pressing an inch back in. The poor prostate
was being massaged savagely.

"Oh shit, Joe! Don't stop!"

"I won't." But Joe stopped the wicked move.

He took Sam's now almost hard cock in his hand and stroke it to reach full
erection. All the while, he was giving Sam a regular pounding. Once it got
hard, Joe begin to aim for Sam's prostate again.

"Oh my fuck!" Sam said. His hands were clutching on whatever fabric he
could reach. "Right there, Joe."

"Where? Here?" Joe purposely missed the mark.

"No!" he replied with desperation.

"Here?" Joe missed again.

"Fuck, Joe. Please, just hit me where it feels good."

"Well, since you asked nicely..."

Joe released Sam's cock. His hands moved to Sam's calves and pushed the
legs up. Having Sam folded in two, Joe hovered above him. In this position,
Sam could not reach his own dick and Joe could get all the control he
wanted; and took the fucking control he did.

There were no more tortures this time, no more missing the mark. Each and
every thrust into Sam's interiors was bullseye. Sam can no longer open his
eyes or say anything coherent. Joe grew more and more vigorous in his
labour to send them both to the summit. Seeing Sam's ecstasy- filled face,
Joe couldn't help but descend from his position and kiss Sam.

That did it for Sam. Without any touch or stimulant on his dick, Sam
reached his orgasm; the kind of orgasm that consumed his whole body. His
toes were curled above him, his torso strained, and his face reddened in
madness. Jets and jets of cum spewed out of his dick, seemingly endless in
number.  The brutal convulsions in his ass which was in synch with his
ejaculation almost crushed Joe's cock.

Seizing the opportunity, Joe pounded hard into Sam; now doing it selfishly,
without any concerns of pleasuring the other party. He was close to the top
when Sam peaked, now Joe was only seconds away to gain himself his
pleasure. Like a sailor looking for a fight, Joe's verbal and physical
assault became more rampant. Then his world met its full stop. His claws
dug deep into Sam's thighs. His pelvis was pressing hard onto Sam's
ass. The intensity lasted for a few seconds before it flew out of him just
like his cum did.

It all ended in an instant. Limbs were down on the bed and bodies were
resting. Joe's panting head was resting on Sam's heaving, semen splattered
chest.  Joe's dick, already pulled out, had not completely lost its
rigidity, and so is Sam's. They had no energy left to entertain them.

"That was... unbelievable," Sam said, breaking the silence.

"I agree," Joe said. He was the one who were breathing harder.

"This is the first time I..." Inhale. Exhale. "...I cum from getting
fucked."

"That good, huh?"

"Yeah. And we didn't even touch my dick," Sam added.

"We didn't."

Sam pulled Joe up so they could see eye to eye with his last drop of
energy. Without further ado, they kissed; no, they made out. Lips were
smashing, tongues were clashing, and saliva was mixing.  Having suffered
short breaths, the kiss didn't last for too long. It was enough, however.

"Thanks. It was awesome." Sam smiled.

"It was. You're getting better with kissing too." Joe smiled back.


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