Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 00:38:57 EDT
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: His First 69
His First 69
blondeallover@hotmail.com
The following account is the sequel to my story posted in Nifty Archives on
Sept. 30, 2000. It was entitled "Initiating my Roommate". I also posted a
story on Oct. 2, entitled "The Slave". I extend many thanks to kind readers
who encouraged me to post this sequel. I express the usual warnings about
graphic and explicit content, but I can not understand why any surfer would
be reviewing Nifty Archives, if he/she was not in pursuit of such content.
There was a three-week interlude since our last meeting at our remote
destination. Other obligations prevented us from planning an earlier date.
In the time between our couplings we wrote each other graphically
descriptive e-mails of how we intended to pleasure each other. This fevered
our desires for physical reunion and we descriptively recounted our
masturbatory exploits prompted by our sensual fantasies.
We arrived at our same parking place near the main road in the early hours,
as our plans abbreviated our next rendezvous to a day hike. Upon meeting,
we embraced each other with such a force as to nearly knock each other over.
Firm lips pressed against each other, tongues clashing to invade each
other orally. I was enthralled to feel his flushed warm and well-defined
torso through his flimsy clothing. Hands and fingers now probing and
feeling under loose fitting shirts, it was inevitable that exploration would
extend under the waistbands of hiking shorts. I promptly reminded him that
other campers used this roadside space for parking. With a mischievous grin
he quipped, "you would like that, wouldn't you?"
We broke off the fervor of our encounter to hurriedly collect our lighter
hiking gear, knowing that the true objective of our day's excursion could
not be far off. We nearly trotted down the beginning of our familiar trail
laughing and joking along the way. After about a half a mile, we both knew
to take a fork along a more overgrown trail more likely to provide us with
privacy and seclusion. Reaching a small clearing warmed by the rising sun,
we knowingly glanced at each other and instantly dropped our knapsacks off
our backs. Again, we fervently grabbed and groped at each other. Furiously
tugging at each other's clothes, we could not disrobe fast enough. Shoes
and clothes flying, his sumptuous male form was revealing itself to me for
my sensual perusals once again. Not wearing any underwear, he had me in the
altogether first, my straining 6" uncut arousal already wet with pre-cum. I
tugged at the strap of a mightily tented jock strap, first pulled down to
reveal a beautifully tousled heavy dark blonde bush, and then yanked down
enough to free his gorgeous 7" cut slightly arched cock. It greeted me by
gracefully swaggering from the release of its constraint, offering me a most
pleasing re-acquaintance. Immediately, I caught a whiff of his potent man
scent also let loose from the confines of his attire. The assault on my
senses made me giddy with delirium. I was swooning as we clashed into each
other's arms. The heat, the passion, the velvety smoothness being exchanged
in the initial throes of erotic embrace was nearly overpowering. Faces,
necks, shoulders, nipples, and stomachs all passionately groped by both
extremities and tongues. Boldly our explorations continued to our freely
exposed thighs, ass cheeks, crotches, pubes, balls, and cocks. For a minute
we lined up our throbbing sex peckers to share the heat and pulsations of
our mutual excitement.
I made the next move. I had him on his back and I lifted his legs bending
his knees to further enjoy his ass. I kneaded and nibbled on those
delectable flinching buns to his mesmerizing relaxation. With my thumbs and
fingers, I deftly parted his cheeks to expose a sweet pink and puckering
opening. Now I challenge the reader to pause and imagine a more beautiful
scene than this. What bliss to have at my disposal a magnetic young male,
completely and eagerly vulnerable to my every whim. Stunning spread ass
cheeks, topped by muscular legs, spread to show off a gorgeous bouncing
leaking cock, under which reclined a majestic wrinkled sac concealing two
impressive eggs that hung over the top of his lightly furred crotch. This
moment was well worth the long wait.
In my inspired fervor, I nearly lunged to exploit this awesome feast. My
outstretched tongue made a beeline for his pink button. Hungrily I darted
about this region, arduously lapping up the pungent crevice taste, feeling
and tasting the animated reflexive muscles there. I heard him let out a
hiss and in a loud whisper insistently implored me, "don't stop !!" His
face shone a hypnotic expression as my tongue firmly moved up his crotch,
the fingers of my right hand now gently raising his nut sac for my tongue to
massage its underside. Eager to feel the shape of his orbs in my mouth, I
gently sucked in one ball and then the next, my tongue exploring all about
the wrinkled sac that held them. My left hand now held his throbbing wet
joystick, its heat pulsating into my palm. It was irresistible. Patton's
army could not prevent me from plunging this silky smooth heated firm roll
of flesh into my mouth. He let out a sigh as I was instantly upon him.
Tongue working feverishly, the intensity of his earthy man taste only
inflamed my fervor. My throat instinctively opened to receive the head of
the organ I was now obsessed with. His hips stopped thrusting as he
meandered and twisted to change position. Soon I felt the warm length of
his body lined up parallel to mine and I was looking down to swinging balls
and chin occasionally thrusting against his tickling bush. He insistently
thrust my own hips up over him, my cock drooling pre-cum on his neck and
upper chest. As he reached to bend my own cock slightly, I knew what he
wanted. Before grasping it in oral embrace he flipped us over on our sides.
Remarkably, I didn't miss a slurp and his manhood remained tightly trapped
in my vacuum packed oral cavity. I felt his tongue swirl around my already
drenched stretched dickhead with surprising intensity. As his hips thrust
for my open throat to receive his springy ram rod, I felt his own tongue
move my aching shaft deeper back into his own warm wet mouth. The feverish
pitch of the combined exquisitely sensual activities alerted me to the first
warnings in my bursting loins that the point of ecstatic explosion may be
near. Suddenly I felt the flesh of his mouth instantly back away from my
bathed excitement and I heard the unmistakable gagging of my partner. I
backed off from the insistence of my own manipulations as if to signal him
that all was well and nothing was expected or required of him in his
initiation. Bravely, it was less than a minute before he took me back into
carnal oral contact and I resumed throat massaging his man meat with the
same ferocity. Having gently reached out to caress his balls, I suddenly
felt them spring back into his underside, alerting me to thrust his
expanding gristle as far back as I could to receive his inevitable liquid
offerings. Sure enough, I felt what must have been long silky ropes of
heated man spooge surge down my gullet. I felt his nakedness was flexed
with tension and heard his groan of pleasure as the convulsive spasms of his
orgasmic organ stretched against the walls of my inviting throat again and
again. He had stopped servicing the ardor in my own loins, presumably
overcome with the intensity of his climax. Before he was completely
relaxed, his tongue once again swirled around my persistently aroused
protuberance. As his own member softened in my mouth, small streams of his
musky cum swirled back into the base of my mouth. The most intimate tastes
and smells of this vivacious male mixed with the now earnest attentions to
my sex by tongue and sucking mouth caused me to swoon to the point of no
return. The unmistakable churning in my balls triggered the wave of heat
that traveled through my groin, to the root of my cock, bursting out the
passageway and out my gaping pee hole into the back of the mouth of my
insistent partner. With jaw locked on me, I had no recourse but to squirt
out this most intimate bodily function into his multi sensate orifice and
hope he would not be offended by its pungency. To the contrary, he would
not release me until I was nearly completely flaccid. Breathing hard, we
embraced and kissed passionately, exchanging our most personal body fluids:
cum mixed with saliva. The liquids were positively running off his chin and
the sides of his mouth. I assiduously licked about his chin and face,
gleefully licking off all the overflow man juices. He grinned like a small
boy whose mother had just cleaned his face with a drenched wash cloth.
For 20 minutes, we languished in the tall grass, stark naked, legs and arms
entwined in blissful repose. Finally starting to rise, he joked that there
will be "other places to fuck, today." This humor aroused me out of my
semi-somnambulistic state and we gathered our effects to continue our hike.
Enjoying our event together, we decided like before, to risk getting caught
in our state of undress, and proceed naked except for shoes and backpacks.
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Trekking along, the ultimate "happy campers", we would occasionally reach
out to one another to sling an arm around a shoulder, entwine our arms
around each others waist, or cop a friendly feel about the thighs, buttocks,
or genitals. When approaching our expected creek bank we had not foreseen
that the water level in the creek would be substantially higher, caused by
the heavy rains of two days earlier. Our customary stepping stones were now
submerged. We had to remove our shoes and be prepared to carry our effects
above our heads, unaware of the depth in some parts to prepare for our
crossing. My partner, taking his time to look about the terrain prompted me
to remind him that we would most likely encounter other hikers in the
vicinity of the creek source.
This information had an amazing effect upon him. He cupped his hands to his
mouth and let out a battle whoop as his gender prong started to stir and
swell once more. Startled but amused, I laughed as I realized that he was
being stimulated by the thought of prompting nearby vacationers to
investigate and encounter our state of seeming indecency. Muscled limbs
flaying about in a spontaneous Bacchanalian dance, he catcalled and hollered
at the top of his lungs, inviting others to witness his lunatic celebration
in defiance of accepted conventions. His now fully swollen handsome cock
shifting about, I thought of the gay strip bars and how willingly the
admirers of naked men would part with their money to witness such antics
from this comely youth. Soon he had dragged me into the waters of the icy
creek and was frantically splashing me from head to toe in an exuberant
numbing baptism. Somehow, we found ourselves sitting in the rushing water
at creek's edge vigorously "hand jobbing" each other. With the tightness of
our grasps on each other's love poles we attempted to overcome the cold
water that might douse our inflammations. Victory was ours. We
successfully manipulated each other to satisfying climax, the effluence of
our passions flowing likes little white clouds down the course of the creek.
Again, tempting fate, we lounged about in total undress in the environs of
the creek bed. If anyone had spotted us, they probably fled in fright.
Gathering up our effects once again and crossing the creek as we originally
planned, we proceeded up the hill on our trail. We shivered as the sun was
still behind the hill. At the top, we spread some clothes in our packs on a
smooth large rock. Putting our effects aside, we were completely naked
again and we cuddled allowing the morning sun to dry us. Soon we were fast
asleep in each other's arms.
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When we awoke, it was past noon by reckoning of the position of the sun. We
must have been asleep for at least 2 hours. I could not imagine in that
time we had not been discovered by other hikers. Either they were
exceptionally tolerant or intended to report us to who knows whom. There
was no evidence of our belongings having been tampered with. Again, my
companion was happy with the prospect of this inevitability. With mock
sobriety, I informed him that one day he would make a good exhibitionist.
Secretly, I thought with his looks, he should display himself to others.
The warm sun against our sensitized skin and the arousal he experienced with
this contemplation, it was evident that our lustful impulses were
superseding our sense of caution. Once again we affectionately kissed and
groped about our body parts. Both of us now sporting completely swelled
cocks and uninhibitedly leaking pre-cum on each other, he had me on my back,
passionately kissing me on the mouth. He moved his tongue about my neck,
chest, and nipples as I warmly embraced his broad shoulders and strong back.
I spread my legs and lifted them fetaly, wrapping them around the small of
his back just above those sumptuous supple ass cheeks. No words needed to
be spoken. The implication was clear. The ultimate fantasy of my
intervening chastity would be realized. I was lucky that my knapsack was
nearby, as I was able to reach for it and pull out a tube of lubricant in
anticipation of this eventuality. I prompted him to raise himself up,
kneeling over me. His joystick at full salute, I thickly lathered the slick
goo over its full length. Engrossed by the flinches and twitches in
response to my attentive fingers, this task in and of itself was intensely
pleasurable and we nearly forgot its intended purpose. As he pulled the
tube out of my other hand, I lay back and resumed my leggy embrace about his
mid-section. Nibbling on my ear, he reached underneath and confidently
massaged my twitching posterior orifice with slick gooey fingers. My
muscles automatically pushed to invite the breach of that waiting hole.
After so long a time when my visceral tunnel felt a nagging void, it was
going be filled and stretched by the delectable heated staff of my loving
roommate once more. Withdrawing his fingers, I was pulling back my own
throbbing sex to allow him the best possible vantage point of entry. I felt
the pliant capable dickhead against my yearning entry and his hot breath
against my neck as his hips confidently caused the penetration through my
inviting sphincter. Ooooooo raptures were mine again. He paused for a
minute; the heat in my bowels was building in anticipation of the delicious
ravishing they were about to endure by this now experienced pillar of
pleasure. My sphincter working his dickhead was the cue to start stroking
furiously. Ball-bearinged hips facilitated the pulsing hot piston that
reamed my delighted butthole at a breath taking pace, his low balls slapping
at the small of my back and his thick bush cramming comfortably close to my
own balls. The muscles of my ass and vitals kept pace with the strokes both
in and out, massaging his pleasure pole with an irresistible tightness. We
emitted groans and moans, engrossed in our euphoric trance like coupling.
If we were to be suddenly discovered by strangers now, in the heat of our
passionate intercourse, we would be powerless. Both of us were so addicted
to the sensation of our mounting bodily pleasures and desires that we would
have no recourse but to allow our astonished onlookers to gawk unobstructed
at our act of unsurpassed intimacy and closeness until completion. The
exquisite heat, tension, and electricity in my loins once again culminated
in the peak of churning within my balls. Unwittingly stroking my own cock,
my first shot of man jism hit the under side of my chin. My ejaculatory
spasms pressed deep and hard, gripping my invader's thrusting probe, sending
him over the precipice to ecstatic release. His dickhead nearly exploding
in my viscera squirted out a lovely warm glove of velvety liquid. We lay
panting in the flush of each other's embrace for what seemed like hours, his
torso and body hair slipping against my odiferous cum. I did not stir until
his softened dick flopped out of my satiated butthole. Not saying anything,
we climbed off the rock still completely naked to gather up clumps of tall
grass to clean ourselves off.
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We had started back and reached our creek landmark again. After crossing
with our possessions safely dry, we once again could not resist risk of
discovery and spent at least a full hour comfortably loafing in total
undress. Catching me off my guard, he mischievously peed on me, laughing
hysterically. I was too caught up in the humor of the moment to muster any
pee to squirt back at him. We washed each other, rubbing our hands over the
supple flesh turned frigid by the rushing waters. Through the noise of
water flow and splashing we both heard a sharp crack. We stopped not making
a move, listening for any follow up noises. We heard a thumping on the
ground as if someone had thrown something at us with bad aim. This was
followed quickly by what seemed a single faint female laugh. My companion
was again animatedly prompted to hoot and holler. Finally, straining
backwards in an obscene gesture of defiance toward the hill above us, he
bent up and down waving his glorious 7" wood to any presumed hidden spies.
He yelled out "LOOK AT MY COCK !!! Watch me suck my friend's dick." Still
in shock, he dragged me out of the creek, dropping on his knees he snatched
at my flaccid dick before I realized he meant it. His able fingers stroked
and now insistent tongue lapped at my swelling dangler. I was astonished
that I was now responding favorably to having my cock sucked before a
potential audience, and in the "great outdoors". Before I knew it I had
filled his mouth with my heated excitement and I resolved to perform in this
show of shows. I yelled out the loudest moans and grunts I could vocalize.
I shouted, "YES ! Take that throbbing cock all the way down. Milk me of my
hot cum. Bury your nose in my smelly man bush." Remembering his relative
inexperience, I stifled these theatrical invocations. I did not want him to
embarrass himself by gagging in his fervent ministrations. But to my
amazement he skillfully slid his head down to the point where my dickhead
was bouncing off the entrance to his throat and I confidently thrust my hips
to meet his dips. When after I had my liquid seed prompted from me, my limp
dick dropped out of his mouth and oozed a long strand to the ground. Still
kneeling next to me, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I
screamed out at the top of my lungs, "he will make a great cocksucker, yet."
Glad that I had not wasted any pee in our play, I turned in profile,
reached for my dick, and pissed in the longest stream I could muster. Our
audience, if it existed, never showed itself.
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POSTSCRIPT:
I now live in another part of the country and away from my beloved
ex-roommate. Two years ago he married a predictably open-minded and sweetly
vivacious young woman. I know her via e-mail communication and our
correspondence is more frequent than that between her husband and myself.
She begs me to visit them. In my confidence about our past sexual
proclivities, I have expressed my one regret that I did not have the honor
of "popping" her husband's ass cherry. That went to another more insistent
than I. She insists that during my visit, I will have the opportunity to
drill her husband`s ass to my heart`s content.
Their opportunities for much desired M/M/F threesomes are few and
infrequent.
Afraid of disease and indiscretion, they together regularly surf gay
pornographic websites. She explains that her much older brother has been
gay for as long as she can remember. At 14, she unwittingly walked in on
him and his "pick up". Unperturbed, they continued their sex play in her
presence, and she has been an enthusiast of sex between men ever since.
Maybe, with the prompting of my readers, I will take the necessary
excursion, in order to further my adventures with my beloved ex-roommate.