Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2014 01:49:14 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 31

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PART 31


Just like last year, Joe was a shivering lump of uselessness throughout the
morning. Like last year, he took a morning shower. Tom, though busy
preparing their meal, made time to warm Joe up. Joe felt bad about it;
there he was again, not listening to the warning his loved ones gave him
and ended up adding unneeded extra hassle.

Unlike last year, however, Tom did not help him wash the dishes when the
dinner was done. Joe didn't mind helping up at all since he felt the
responsibility to contribute even if it was as tiny as dishwashing.

Tom did not drink that night. He promised Joe sex on his childhood bed, but
Joe knew Tom was too tired for that. The guy looked fine all day, to be
honest, and the sign of his fatigue only showed up after Joe returned from
his post-feast defecation where he also douched. The moment Joe entered the
living room, he found Tom struggling to keep his eyes open while Tom's
family was having a big discussion about the varieties of beer. They had
the same argument last year.

So, after Anna went on and on about wanting to sleep with a hot butch girl,
the group decided to leave early and head to a lesbian bar where she can
have her second feast. Soon after, Joe explicitly commanded Tom to go
upstairs, rub one off, and get to sleeping. With his hazy state of mind,
Tom didn't argue. He gave up immediately, not before he gave his man a bear
hug and a tender kiss.

Oh, well. Spit spot, everything was done, and it was Joe's turn to go to
bed.

Joe surely surprised Tom when he came in to his room because he saw Tom
hastily covering his midsection.

"Oh, it's just you," Tom said. He then lowered the blanket again to reveal
his monster cock, hardened by the continuous pumping.

"You're awake," Joe stated.

"I had a ten minute power nap. I'm all fresh now." Tom smiled innocently,
as though he did not have his erection out in the open. That smile from
behind the thick bush of that beard? It made Joe's heart jump!

"I can tell," Joe smiled back.

"You look hot, by the way." Tom was already fully distracted from his
computer screen. Joe was evidently the better entertainment. "I didn't get
the chance to tell you that all day."

"In your oversized high school letterman jacket?" Joe rolled his eyes.

"It's a jock thing." Tom smiled. His eyes never left Joe and his right hand
never left his dick.

"Just watch your porn."

Joe took a seat on the edge of the bed to start undressing for the
night. Slippers off. Socks off. Too cold. Socks back on. The rest of his
clothing would never leave his skin.

Crawling up the bed, he stopped when his head was parallel to Tom's
crotch. His boyfriend was still lazily pumping that huge cock, puffing and
huffing. The sensation of Joe's cold and dry hands on Tom's cock made him
jolt, the warmth and moisture of Joe's mouth made him whimper.

"Oh my god, Joey." Tom shifted the laptop on his belly a bit so that he
could see Joe's naughty facial expression.

Joe sucked hard and released it with a pop; a cheeky grin accompanied that
action. "So... what are we watching? Straight? Gay? Lesbian?"

"B-Bi, actually. Th... T-the best kind." Tom stammered; surprising! Perhaps
it was caused by a combination of the lingering tingle on his dick and the
fact that Joe looked so hot.

"The best?" Joe asked in his best sultry voice.

"Ye... Yeah. Two guys and a girl."

"Better than this?" Joe asked. Assessing Tom to compare what he was
watching to Joe's actions of slapping that cock on his stretched tongue, on
his cheek, also to the tiny licks on that sweet spot under the slit.

Tom slammed his laptop shut and threw it away. He held his boyfriend by the
armpits and slid him up in a rush. The need to make out with the man he
loved the most was unbearable. And make out they did. Usually Joe would be
the one who drive all their manoeuvres. This time, however, Tom couldn't
help himself. He just had to take Joe. It was easy to do since Joe was weak
under Tom's oral magic. Also Tom's manual magic. The work Tom put on Joe's
neck, nipples, back, butt, and crotch was fruitful, as proven by Joe's hard
cock.

Joe pulled away from the kiss. He stood up, now with his feet straddling
Tom's hips. Belt, button, and zippers; in one swift move, the lump of
fabric populated his knees. In several clumsy moves, Joe was finally naked
from the waist down. Even the socks.

"Keep it on," Tom said when Joe began to undress himself further. "Please,"
he added, "I love seeing you in that jacket."

Joe smiled when he kneeled back down. "As you wish, my king."

Tom's hands found their way to Joe's rib cage. "A king, huh?" he said. He
then pulled Joe in for a kiss.

"Why of course, my lord. You're the king who bestowed this lowly peasant
with a garment of valued history. You're my king."

"Would you like to serve your king, then?"

"Certainly, my lord."

Tom smirked. He had something in mind for them to do. It had been postponed
for a bit too long. "I have heard your request for a royal seat. So happens
that I have an opening for that."

Joe pulled his head back, trying to understand Tom's euphemism but
failing. "What do you mean?"

Tom laughed and rolled his eyes. "You wanted me to eat your ass when I have
a beard. So... sit on my face."

A deep probing kiss later, Joe's ass was covering Tom's face.

It was different, to say the least. The crazy eye-lid fluttering tickle was
present but there was more. The scratchy texture of Tom's beard for
one. Tom was brilliant in incorporating the tip of his nose and his
chin. The constant oohs, ahs, and oh-my-God-Tommy-don't-stop's filled the
room.

By Tom's command, Joe kept on twisting and rubbing his boyfriend's hairy
nipples. Whenever he stopped to enjoy the sensation from down below or when
he veered even just a little from task at hand, Tom would sternly guide his
hands back to where he wanted them. Perhaps it was working because that big
dick of his never stopped leaking. But that was what Joe wanted; that
glorious tower at the end of the hills and valleys of Tom's furry abs.

When Tom tried to put Joe's hands back to his nipples again, Joe slapped
them. He leaned forward, grab hold of the base of his lover's cock and
mouthed the head. Suck turns to swallow. Tom squirmed, obviously, but his
rimming got more outrageous. He hugged Joe by the waist tightly with one
arm while the other stretched down to stroke Joe's hair. Joe was just as
naughty. He pumped that cock and he massaged the spot between Tom's balls
and asshole. His mouth? Fucking mad!

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Joey," Tom said. He had been trying hard not to
fuck Joe head but at that moment he could not hold it any longer. Joe was
ready. Tom abandoned Joe's ass altogether and put all his attention to his
own cock.

"Mmmph," Joe was almost overwhelmed by the sudden surge of power Tom was
showing. He did not step back. Instead, he take the challenge head on and
opened his oral cavity wider while his lips clasping tighter on Tom's rod.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Tom grunted. After that he roared. "Fuck, baby. Here it
comes." He stretched his hand to Joe's head, taking a clump of hair, trying
to make him still. Not that Joe needed it. He was ready. And Tom was ready.

The first shot hit Joe at the far end of his mouth. Joe had too much too
soon that he choked in the flooding cum and coughed. Thankfully Joe was
quick to recover and he attended the still spewing dick. He moaned, adding
stimulation to Tom's now sensitive cock. Tom's whole body spasm from the
surprise.

Then it was done. Tom was in between Joe's ass. Joe was next to Tom's slimy
mess. Both gasping for air. In less than a minute Tom lifted Joe and turned
the weakened man around so he could kiss and hug him proper.

"You smell like ass," Joe said, breaking the silence.

"You smell like dick cheese," Tom said laughing, which invited Joe to join
in. No matter how they smelled, they enjoyed being close to each other.

"So," Joe said. "Shower?"

"But you..."

"I know. We do it in the shower," Joe smiled.

"I like the idea."

"You start the shower, I'll be there in a sec."

"Alright!" They dashed.

Tom was naked in a blink of an eye. It was a miracle that he stayed soft in
the face of a prospect that of impending hot love making. He figured since
he was there alone and since more sex was drawing nigh, he might as well
clean himself. Who knows Joe was in a mood for a savage buttfucking. It
took him quite some time for Tom to do that which made him wonder what was
taking Joe so long.

"Sorry it took me hours to get here," Joe said from the door, already in
clothes once wore, sans socks.

Tom was already soaking himself with hot water. Joe began to undress,
casually. It was going to be a good show for Tom.

"You put your condom in the strangest place." Joe started with removing his
slippers and Tom's prized jacket. "I looked in your bag, in small pockets."
Joe hooked his thumb at the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it. "Not there."
Tom could finally see the glorious build of Joe's completely average and
extremely sexy body, covered in a wrapping of delectable bronze skin and
some dusting of fine hair. "I checked your wallet, and guess what, not
there either." The belt was unhooked, the button was open, and the zipper
was down. "You know where I found it?" Then pantless. The only thing that
prevented Joe from full monty was only a pair of white briefs. "In your
shirt pocket."

"Now you have them, right?"

"Yeah."

"Great!" Tom said.

"You're already hard again." Joe smirked. "And I haven't even done
anything."

"You put on quite a show." Tom flashed Joe back with a blinding smile.

Joe grabbed his crotch like only Mark Wahlberg can. "You want this?"

"I need it." Tom began to jerk his cock with two hands.

"Not as much as I need that," Joe said.

He almost literally ripped the underwear from his nether region in order to
join Tom under the pouring water. He didn't even get to stand on the tub,
he immediately kneel in front of his boyfriend, ready to service him yet
again. The cock was in front of his face. It was godly, and that's an
understatement. Joe worshipped it; loved it. It was large and monstrous,
yet the man knew how to use it with tenderness and care. Joe vowed to show
it, and the man, the same tenderness and care.

It started with a kiss, and then two; and then a lick, and then two. Joe
grab hold of that pole with two hands and there was still a sizable amount
of flesh left uncovered. The only solution was to engulf it in his
mouth. It was a surprise move that had Tom's knees quiver. It was a short
one, thankfully, otherwise Tom would explode in no time.

Joe wandered south, towards the balls that screamed for the same attention
that he had given the cockhead. He didn't waste time with a timid kiss or a
tame lick, Joe went right into it, mouthed it for all its worth.

"Oh fuck, Joey," Tom yelped. One of Tom's hands found Joe had and gave the
now wet hair a few strokes, encouraging the man and praising the man's
work. Man knows how to work balls. After all, Joe had a continuous crash
course in blowjob the first times they had sex together. He was now an
expert in using his mouth to pleasure men. Except for perhaps one
thing. "You can go lower if you want to," Tom challenged.

Joe pulled out, and gave Tom a sly smile. "You cleaned up, didn't you?"

Seeing Joe with a bad boy smile made Tom dick spurt some precum onto Joe's
face. It was licked, and that made Tom's cock jump again. He haven't even
answered the question. "I did," he finally said.

"Good," Joe said while occasionally licking Tom's gushing piss slit. "I
want to return the favour."

Great. It's bad enough that Joe is now teasing his cock, now Joe had to
plant an image of him fucking Joe in his head. His impossibly hard cock
reached a new level of rigidity. Tom once again found his hand entangled
with Joe's hair. This time he used it to shove Joe's head between his
thighs. "Just lick me there."

Moans, groans, and yelps filled the bathroom for the next five minutes or
so. Tom's cock was hard as ever, and having ejaculated just fifteen minutes
ago, it was unlikely that it will go down anytime soon. Better yet, Joe's
rimming helped Tom's ass to relax. Joe could easily slide two fingers in
and out. Tom had no one to compare Joe's rimming to, but as far as he knew,
Joe was doing a pretty damn good Job. That kind of stimulation, however,
compelled Tom to ask for something more.

"How about you fuck me now?" Tom asked when he released Joe's head.

"Wait here!" Joe scrambled from his place, not even bothering to stand up
or open the curtain properly. He returned with two condoms of different
sizes and a bottle of lube. "Which one?"

"What part of `you fuck me' don't you understand?" Tom smirked.

Joe redirected the showerhead to the wall; that way they could still get
the warmth and the steam without the wetness. In a rush Joe threw the
bigger condom to the floor, wrap himself, and got his cock lubricated. Tom
was already leaning against the wall with his ass jutting out, presenting
himself for his man. "Uh, I think you're too tall for this."

"Oh, right." Tom bent his knees and lowered himself down. Joe's hand on his
hips helped him to find the right height. "Fucking shove it in. I think I'm
used to it now."

"Well..." Joe stepped forward. He pressed his crotch on Tom's ass crack and
wiggled a bit until he could find his target without using his hand. "I'm
not that big anyway." Which followed up with a vicious slamming.

"Sweet mother of..."

"Like that?"

"Yeah," Tom replied. Joe didn't waste his time with sweet and slow strokes
since Tom obviously wanted thrusts of a wilder kind. Tom sure got it
good. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me! Fuck me!" he repeated.

Joe obliged. This is rare for him. He was so used to concentrating on his
partner's pleasure when he tops, putting his own good feeling on hold. The
chance to ravage someone's ass with abandon seldom appeared. That's why
even though he felt a different level of haven, he was somehow disoriented
when he found himself not stimulating Tom further.

He leaned forward so that his chest could follow the contour of Tom's
back. He moved his hands from Tom's strong hips to Tom's muscular
chest. Once he located the nipples which was obscured by wet tuft of hair,
he pinched them lightly. Moans, groans, and yelps. His name in Tom's voice
was a blessing of its own. The skin that he was kissing was a gift.

"Wait," Tom said all of a sudden. "Let's change position. My knees are
tired."

"Well, sorry for being so short," Joe said smiling. He then ripped his cock
out of Tom's ass which was rewarded with a short gasp.

Tom stood straight up and towered over Joe. Looking down at the adorable
man that fucked him, he couldn't help but pull him in and gave him a good,
hearty kiss, one that left Joe breathless afterwards. Tom smiled knowing
that he got what he wanted out of it. Tom then stepped back, leaned his
back on the cold tiled wall, and rested one foot on the lip of the
tub. "Get over here. You're not done with me."

Suddenly they were fucking again. Tom's wet-ish back sticking to the wall
helped with the standing on one foot thing. The back of Tom's left knee was
resting on Joe's right shoulder. His cock was scraping Joe's moving abdomen
and, occasionally, pecs. Joe's mouth found home in Tom's nipples and
armpits. The warmth of his erection met the warmth of Tom's opening.

"Don't make me cum, please," Tom begged after he felt Joe's delicious
rhythm crumbled in the face of an impending orgasm.

"Okay," Joe said in a hurry.

"I have something I want to do."

"Yeah." Joe could not care for the reasoning behind it. He could not care
if Tom said anything at all. His cock was his god now, and it was about to
grace him with an incredible finale. The thrusts grew more and more rapid
and expletives were flying out of his sweet mouth.

That was the moment Tom captured that mouth for a burning kiss. Like a
wildfire the bliss creeps down from his mouth, down his torso, and went to
his genital. Joe exploded, once, twice, thrice... he didn't count after
that. He couldn't function at all. The orgasm nearly shattered his mind,
both the logic side and the emotional side of it. Joe nearly cried.

Joe's knees gave out and he plastered his torso on Tom's. His dick slid out
in the process. Having both legs to stand up, it was no hassle at all for
Tom. This was the perfect time for Tom to execute his plan. He flipped the
position, pressing Joe on the wall while he had all the freedom of
space. Like a cruel man he kneeled and sucked Joe's spent and oversensitive
but still mostly hard dick.

Joe was too weak to protest; too shaken in waves if quakes. He was also too
blind to see what Tom was doing. Tom had found the other condom and wore
it. He also had lubed it up. With the excess, he jabbed Joe's ass. Joe gave
a silent exhale. Once again he was too weak to protest. Satisfied with the
short preparation, Tom stood up and hoisted his boyfriend up by his thighs.

"What are you doing?" Joe said once he was intelligible enough.

"Torturing you."

"Wh... OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Tom was entering Joe in a swift and careless fashion. Thankfully Joe had
months of training to accept it without much pain. Tom didn't hold anything
back; he assaulted Joe with fervent movements. Even though he was quick and
wild with his approach, Tom managed to adopt Joe's signature technique. His
first priority was to find Joe's prostate. He knew he had found his target
once he saw Joe crying for mercy. He knew what to attack for the next few
minutes.

He was close before when Joe fucked him. Now in the confines of Joe's warm
orifice, Tom could not hold it out for long. Joe didn't either, shown by
the constant gibberish sound emanating from his throat. Tom repeated the
same moves over and over and over, hitting the same spot all the time. Then
he could feel his balls tingling and his rod gets harder. One millisecond
later, Tom screamed on top of his lung. It came like a tidal wave washing
over him. It came in an infinite amount.

The measure of success, however, was not his own orgasm, but Joe's. Tom
definitely achieved it. He could feel sprays of warmth on his stomach. He
rested his forehead on Joe's shoulder and looked down. Joe's cock was
galloping in pain and pleasure, white liquid flowing from its tip. Tom
smiled and kissed Joe's collar bone.

As though it wasn't enough, Tom lifted Joe farther up until he could rest
Joe's thighs on his shoulders. Joe, now doubly disoriented, could not do
anything to save his life but to hold onto the curtain rod and Tom's
head. It did not register to him what Tom was trying to do until he could
feel the warmth and wetness of Tom's mouth surrounding his dick. He just
whined in the height.

Like all the actions before, Tom was merciless in this last act. Joe's dick
was astonishingly still hard, painfully hard. The taste of cum was an
aphrodisiac. Tom savoured it. He licked the source of it all hoping there
was more for him. He bobbed his head back and forth, resulting in more
sounds echoing in the tiny bathroom. The sound was long at first, then it
became shorter and shorter until it matched Joe's laboured breath. Tom
continued to lick, bob, and suck.

Unbelievably, Joe came again, for the third time in fifteen, twenty
minutes. Joe didn't even make a sound. His whole body could not decide if
it was relaxed or stiff. He lost his mind, every single bit of it. It was
as though his sanity was pulled out of him along with his last drops of
cum. Tom didn't help with his relentless stimulation. Joe gave up and gave
in to whatever Tom was doing.

Thank goodness that Tom was finally relenting.

Tom lowered Joe's completely spent body and hold him mid-air, resting Joe's
head on his shoulder while rubbing Joe's back with one hand. The same hand
reached around and directed the shower head towards their body. They
lowered farther down until they sunk to the bottom of the tub. Tom lied on
his back with his boyfriend on top of him getting drenched by the
thankfully still warm water. His hand never ceased to rub Joe's back.

Now that they were in a relaxed position, Tom could attend his own hard
dick which was framed by Joe's legs. Never neglecting his care for Joe, Tom
started a furious jerk off session. It would be an easy release having the
man of his wet dreams on top of him. It was an easy release indeed; after a
muffled groan and mild heaving, he came all over Joe's back and ass, some
even splattered on Joe's hair and Tom's own face.

Mission accomplished.

"What did you do to me, Tommy?" Joe broke the silence minutes after the
entire insane activity was done. He still had his head resting on Tom's
muscular chest, his hands still limping on his sides. He could not believe
what just happened. It was beyond what his brain could process. Three
consecutive violent orgasms? That was... unprecedented, to say the least.

"I'm making up for lost time, you know, with all the parties and the
Seattle project. We haven't done this much."

"You were successful, then," Joe laughed.

"And, I wanted to thank you," Tom said as he kissed the top of Joe's
head. "For being in my life. For loving me."

Joe smiled, touched so deep that he was speechless. He knew that Tom loved
him, they told each other that every day and they meant it. But this? This
one went deep. Joe could only react by kissing his man, long enough for him
to form words.

"I thank you, too, for loving me. And for being who you are when you're
loving me. I love you for that."

Tom, the sentimental one, let loose a tear. He, too, kissed his man.


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