Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 19:33:10 -0400
From: Tim Hemingway
Subject: Night with Nick

I was just going back to the kitchen after saying goodnight to our friends.
We graduate students often had a potluck dinner for each other on these
warm summer weekend nights.  My roommate had gone home to his girlfriend's
house, so it was up to me to put away the food before going to sleep.  Then
a knock came at the door.  It was Nick Adams in his tee-shirt, cutoffs and
flip-flops, standing tall in the doorway with a sheepish smile on his face.
"Hey, uh, Tim," he said.  "It looks like I left my headlights on, and now
my car won't start.  How would it be if I stayed here tonight?"  "Sure,
man," I replied.  "It won't be that comfortable, though.  I just have this
old double Murphy bed." I swung the Murphy bed down from its wall niche.
"Oh, that's fine," said Nick.  "I'm a real sound sleeper."

Half an hour later I got into bed.  Nick was lying asleep in the warm
summer night beside me.  I could make out his trim, 22 year-old naked form
in the light of the moon and the dim light from the hall.  He was lying on
his back with one hand stretched out above his head, while the other rested
on his hip. I looked up to take in his upper hand.  The blunt fingers were
curled loosely to show his trim fingernails and masculine knuckles, with a
few black hairs between them.  A few veins stood out thickly on the back of
his hand as it tapered to a trim, sinewy wrist and then expanded out into a
powerful forearm.  The forearm was backlit by the hall light so that the
hairs formed a glowing haze around the firm flesh and the network of pores
and fine crisscrossed lines.  A ropy vein angled around his forearm and
another stood out on his inner arm as it approached his elbow.  The edge of
his forearm muscles traced a just-visible line up his arm.  Parallel to
this line ran the border where the tanned and hairy upper arm met the
lighter and barer lower arm.  Only a light mist of transparent blond hair
covered this.

Nick was so beautiful, and I was so horny.  I felt that old, familiar
little tingling ache of longing deep at the root of my cock. Nick sighed
and shifted in his sleep and his upper arm moved down next to my side.  The
slightly bent arm made a crook in the elbow.  There was a slight hollow
where the elbow joined his bulging biceps, A thick vein angled across the
hollow and disappeared into his upper arm.  I could see the back of that
arm in profile.  The arm showed a defined triceps, with a diagonal ridge of
muscle midway up.  The triceps tucked neatly into the arm and the flat vee
of his deltoid joined down to it from above.

I looked over to Nick's sleeping face and head, eight inches from my eyes.
Nick has dark brown, curly hair, curling down over his forehead and half
covering his ears.  His ears are small, trim and a little pointed, its two
ridges spiraling around its central well.  His head is dark in the dim
light, the result of a deep tan.  I can just see the stubble of his beard
that has grown since yesterday.  It extends down the line of his clear-cut
jaw and around his well-defined chin with its slight cleft.  It spreads up
around his full-lipped mouth, now slightly open.  Nick's nose is big and
Negroid, its flat nostrils wide enough for the head of my thumb.  They open
and close just perceptibly with his gentle, audible breathing.  The
moonlight glints off the broad back of his nose ridge and his right nostril
and his smooth forehead, as he shifts position.

I brace my head on my hand to get a look at his torso, as he lies turned a
little toward me. I'm on his left side, but now I can look over and see the
curve of his right lat muscle wrapping around his side and up behind his
shoulder.  Three faint rib bulges are visible emerging from the lat muscle.
Then coming towards the front is the outer edge of his pec muscle, a thick
mesa angling up and out to join his heavy shoulder.  Then comes the expanse
of pec muscle decorated with a little curly black hair and a trim nipple.
In the middle of his chest, the two pecs meet each other in a vertical
furrow.  At the bottom the two pec borders curve away from the furrow into
two strong, horizontal cliffs.  His rib cage makes a big downward arc
surrounding a concave abdominal valley with trim ab muscles and a tight
outie belly button.  I can raise up and see the curve of his right buttock
surging back from his slim waist.

I look slowly around his side, coming forward from Nick's butt.  Very
slowly and carefully, I scoot down in the bed until my head is lying level
with Nick's pelvis.  Head in one hand, I gaze at Nick's crotch at a
distance of six inches, as his hips move gently in time with his breathing.
I can feel the warmth of his body on my face.  Nick shifts position again.
He's on his left side facing me with his left leg slightly crooked toward
me, his left knee grazing my chest, his right leg angled back and his left
hand resting against the back of my head.  From here Nick's cock is big
enough to fill my vision.  It's draped toward me with the head a couple of
inches from my face.  I can trace each vein and each ridge on his cock as
it wells up from his body.  Nick shifts a little more and sighs.  I can see
his cock grow a little and start climbing forward over his leg toward
me. Two big veins are now clearly visible coming down the shaft.  Then a
couple of side veins spread laterally around like gnarled tree roots.  The
dense, kinky black forest of pubic hair at the base thins as it climbs up
the base of Nick's cock.  An inch out from his body there are only a dozen
hairs kinking in crazy directions.  From there on out, his cock is ropy and
hairless.  A guy's cock and balls have a faint but distinctive smell.  It's
a musky animal smell, but it's delicate and tangy and pleasant.  From where
I am I can readily smell Nick's scent.  It's like my own, but with more of
a loamy hint.  I inhale deeply, drinking it in to the full.

I imagine standing next to a stallion, with my eyes next to his shoulders,
looking across his broad back.  From here the broad lateral curve of Nick's
cock is just as big and magnificent.  My eyes are low enough to see the
underside of it, where the broad ropy ridge of his come-tube comes straight
up the underside.  I take in this under-ridge inch by inch and follow it up
from the hairy base with my eyes.  Every inch has its own veins and
texture.  A couple of inches up, in the gentle groove between the
under-ridge and the main shaft, there is a little dark freckle.  When I
first came down to Nick's crotch, his cock head was shrouded in foreskin,
puckered over the tip like a full mouth making a loose, rosy O. But now the
cock has started to grow and to inch towards me, and the O is opening up as
the shaggy skin stretches and thins.  I can see the front of his cock head
starting to appear through the O.  There's the pee slit and a few
millimeters of smooth, velvety purple cock head glinting in the dim light.
That pee slit is a little puckered, with gentle brown lips of skin on
either side.

Nick is still sleeping but he's moving a little restlessly and he's a
little turned on.  His left foot shifts toward me and meets my own crotch.
The caress of his instep feels so peaceful.  The lower shaft of my cock is
nestled between his big toe and its neighbor.  With every few breaths, his
foot shifts slightly against my cock and his other toes brush against my
balls.  I stay like this watching his cock and his gentle breathing for a
long time.  His left hand unconsciously grasps my curly black hair in back
and kneads it gently.  Now I'm looking at the clean, curving line where his
hip joins his abdomen.  The flat bulge of his middle abdomen ends in a
boundary line that curves out, and up nearly to vertical, and then turns
abruptly to make a little shelf that angles straight back across his side,
a little below the height of his tight navel.  I look down from the navel
and see a line of half-inch long coarse hairs arrowing straight down to the
cock below.  Raising my head up, I can see between Nick's legs.  Looking
through, I can see the sensuous bulge of his butt cheeks as they curve away
from the central crack.  These lines come inward and disappear just under
his loose hanging balls.  Two parallel grooves mark the boundary between
his thighs and his body.

From this viewpoint I can look down Nick's right leg.  The swelling thigh
shows a rocky quadriceps muscle in front, forking to each side of the knee.
It's decorated with strong half-inch hairs that extend down past his knee
and past a bulging calf muscle to his sinewy ankle. A long streak of faint
moonlight glints off the top of his thigh and extends down his calf,
highlighting two or three ridges of muscle running down the flank.  The
light angles from his trim foot, showing parallel tendons fanning out
towards his elegant toes.

Nick is still sleeping soundly, stirring and nestling lightly against me
every so often.  I long to touch him.  I gently rest my left palm against
his left thigh.  Nick gives a faint "Ohh", and continues his regular
breathing.  My fingers move up his leg imperceptibly.  This is so
delicious.  I want it last forever. After many minutes, my middle finger is
against his leg just below the shaft of his cock.  I move the last
millimeter and let my finger touch that swelling under-ridge.  Nick sighs
softly and seems to nestle his cock toward my fingers.  I'm engulfing his
cock and my caressing fingers with my eyes.  My gaze sweeps over that
broad, glistening shaft coming out towards me across his leg.  I look along
it from the base, gazing through the tight skin over each vein and goose
bump, over the broad saddle-back that marks the back of his covered
cock-head and forward over the cushiony brown foreskin with his swelling
cock-head pushing through in front.

Something is glistening on the pee hole.  As I watch, my four fingers
nestle into the hollow between Nick's cock and his left leg.  The cock-lips
pucker slightly and a dewy drop of pre-come emerges.  It grows into a shiny
bead standing out along the pee hole.  Soon it will grow big enough to drip
down.  Slowly I stick my tongue out and bend my head toward Nick's cock
until my tongue meets the drop.  My lips close over the tip of his cock.  I
can feel and taste the salty, silky drop of pre-come.  My lips brush
against the front boundary of Nick's foreskin. With a languid "Ahhh" Nick
turns more toward me, pushing his cock forward into my mouth.

Nick's not peacefully sleeping anymore.  The feeling of my mouth around his
cock has made Nick come alive.  His left leg straightens out and pushes
against me.  His right leg swings over and I feel his foot caress my butt.
I feel the fingers of his right hand exploring my left ear. And I hear him
say "Ohhh, God, Tim! God, that's so fine!"  His cock has come alive, too.
The head of it has gotten big and grown out of its foreskin.  It's pushing
against the roof of my mouth, and kind of vibrating.  His pelvis is shaking
a little.  I guess he's trying not to go wild and lose the moment.  Let's
see what slow pleasure I can give him. My left hand slides over Tim's hip
and around to his right buttock with my forearm resting on his outstretched
right thigh.  I bury my fingers into his quivering butt crack.  But the
main action is with my mouth and tongue.  I've been longing to engulf this
beautiful creature for the last hour.  Now I can drink in with my mouth
what I've been drinking with my eyes.

I curl my tongue back to touch the underside of Nick's pee-hole, then I
push a little harder and draw it down into that furrow where the two sides
of the head join underneath.  My tongue's wide enough to caress the two
sides of the head at once.  I keep going down and run down the center of
Nick's cock-tube.  A tongue is sensitive.  I can feel each little wrinkle
and bump and vein.  Nick gives a little shudder and squeezes my hair and
pulls his foot tighter against my butt.  My tongue comes back up the left
side of his cock tube, up to the tip, slowly down the center again, then
back up the right side.  Next time, the tongue veers off to follow the
groove behind his head.  I can't reach too far, so I turn my head and get
my tongue pretty far up towards the top of the head.  Then I lick back and
slowly trace the groove around the other side, turning my head the other
way to reach as far as possible.  Then I draw back so my lips are just
kissing the tip.  I slowly move forward and let my lips climb over the back
of his head and all around that groove.  Nick has a big cock now; it has
pushed my mouth wide open.  I keep climbing along with my lips with my
tongue massaging in the vee under the head.

Nick's cock has reached the back of my mouth now.  I just wish I could
devour it.  Let's see how deeply I can take it in.  I push it back against
my glottis.  Can Nick feel that little throat-hanger in my throat against
his cock-head?  I push further and Nick pushes forward, too. I gag and pull
back a half inch, and caress for a second or two with my tongue and lips.
Then I push forward again slowly and try not to gag.  I delay the reflex a
little longer this time before pulling back.  A few seconds of caressing
and then another try.  After a few tries I can hold that big head in my
throat.  I can even make swallowing motions and feel Nick shiver with
delight.

My right arm is getting cramped.  I wiggle it out from under my body and
snake it up long Nick's left side.  I go up past his pelvis, over that
ledge marking the bottom of his abdomen, up his side, along his lat
muscle. My fingers caress his curly armpit hair, his neck tendons and his
bulging throat before reaching his jaw.  Nick is passionate now.  He flicks
his head and grabs my fingers in his wet mouth, licking and nibbling.  My
little finger and thumb are the only ones free.  I stroke his stubbly jaw
line.  Now I'm moving slowly in and out over Nick's cock.  His hands are
clutching my hair and my left ear and left cheek.  "Oh Tim, Tim!" he says
through my fingers.  With each stroke my lips are able to reach a little
further forward on his shaft, savoring veins and texture as his head
reaches a little deeper in my throat and meets a soft contraction.  On the
way out I suck in strongly, forcing my tongue against Nick's come-tube for
its full length and the back of his cock against the roof of my mouth.  I
can feel the head expand from my suction.

Nick starts shuddering strongly.  In a few seconds he'll come.  I bring my
hands down to the two sides of his pelvis and firmly push him away.  I
scoot up on the bed until we're face to face, and grab his head between my
two hands.  "Nick, you're so beautiful."  I say. "Let's keep this going
awhile." Nick is panting and with each breath comes a little moan.  "OK,
man. Good.  This is so great."  Nick drinks me in with his eyes, wraps his
arms around my chest and hugs me as hard as he can.  His mouth searches for
my neck and buries itself there.  Then it's back to my lips and he's
holding my head and kissing me ardently.

"Are you ready to go again?" I ask.  "Oh God, yes!"  But instead of going
down on him again, I hop out of bed and turn on the lamp.  Nick is sitting
on the bed now, holding his knees, his lips parted, his head toward me, his
eyes hungrily exploring my body.  "Hey, Big Guy, where did you get that
monster dick, and those shoulders?" he asks.  "Com'ere." I beckon.  Let's
try a little Greek wrestling. Hang your head back over the bed towards me.
I'm gonna pick you up."  He swivels around so his head is nearly touching
the floor.  I straddle him, taking in his lithe, outstretched body.  I
brace my calves against the bed, reach forward to grasp his hips on either
side, and lift him up upside down.  His knees come forward and I swing them
over my right shoulder.  Now that his legs are hooked over my shoulder, I
can shift my right hand down to the small of his back as my left hand
reaches down to hold onto his left shoulder.

"You OK?" I ask.  "Yeah!  This is cool!" Tim replies "What a cool view!  I
can see your butt cheeks between your legs.  How's this feel?"  At that
moment I feel the warm wetness of his tongue against my balls and his left
arm around my butt.  "Hey, you're salty, man! You got any more salty places
to lick?"  "Well, I got kind of a syrupy place."  "Huh?  Hmmm.  Let me
guess."  He pushes out from me with his right arm and his left arm swings
up and grabs my left shoulder.  He flexes his legs so his body scoots
upward against mine.  "Hey, this does look kind of syrupy," says Nick.  I
can feel his breath on my cock and then his warm lips around my cock-head.
He's just kissing and licking the end, then licking my come-tube, licking
up all my pre-come.  Now he's holding the base of my cock and my balls in
his right fingers and I can feel his lips climbing forward on my cock, a
little at a time.  I can feel his tongue outlining the back of my head.  My
breath starts coming in short pants with "Ah, ah, ah" coming out of me at
each breath.  Nick's cock is hot against my collarbone; his hairy thighs
feel good weighing down against my shoulder and ear. I can reach up around
his pelvis and grab his right buttock with my right hand.  I can reach the
crack and dig into it again with my fingers and wrap my hand around that
hard gluteus muscle like some meaty football.  I hug Nick hard as my mouth
comes down to the bottom of his lat muscle to get a mouthful of skin and
muscle.

When two people are facing each other, one's left side is next to the
other's right side.  But when one of the people is upside down, it's left
to left and right to right.

"Let me down, Man." Nick pants, "You're too good to be true, but I'm
turning purple."  So I reach up to Nick's hips again and lift him off my
shoulders while he reaches down for the bed with his strong hands.  I let
him go and he swings down onto the bed.  "Too bad we can't both do that at
once." says Nick.  "Wait," I reply, "I think I know of a way."  I step to
the other side of the bed, grasp Nick's ankles and pull them until his head
is on one side of the bed and his hips are on the other, with his legs
going over the side.  Then I come back to the side where his head is and
sit down on the floor facing his wide black eyes.  His head is propped up
on one elbow, looking deeply into my eyes.  He blinks a couple of times and
gives a little sob, and a tear comes out.  "Oh God, Tim.  How could
anything this beautiful happen to me?  You're so magnificent and so
gentle."  I'm moved.  I'm looking deep into his eyes as I give a deep
sigh. "I feel the same way, Man."  I hold his head between my hands and
kiss him deeply.

Now I get up on my knees and start licking Nick's chin.  I lick down his
Adam's apple, down in the little hollow between his throat tendons, down
that cleft between his pec muscles, crawling forward on the bed.  I soon
feel Nick doing the same to me from underneath.  I get below his ribs to
his belly. I open my mouth wide, turn my head a little sideways and take in
a big mouthful of his muscular belly flesh.  Nick gets the idea and does
the same to me.  He's biting just hard enough to hurt a little.  He bites
on the other side.  Now I can feel the hot line of his cock against my
forehead.  I scoot down further until I'm level with it.  Then I shift over
on my side beside Nick.  I reach up and pull his right thigh down under my
head.  Nick does the same thing with my right leg.  Then he swings his left
leg up over my head. My head is nestled between his legs with that big cock
sticking out a couple of inches from my mouth.  I reach around the back of
his left leg and hook his knee under my arm.  I'm just drinking that cock
in with my eyes and nose and inching my lips towards it.  But Nick has a
different approach.  He's already got me deep in his mouth and is going
gently in and out, sucking strongly on the out-stroke.  His curly hair
brushes back and forth against my inner thigh.

My right hand is into Nick's butt crack again while my left reaches around
his lower back and scratches gently.  Now is the moment I've been
anticipating.  My mouth comes in and slides over Nick's cock, over the tip,
over the head.  The cock is upside down now.  I can easily outline the
saddle-back groove of his head with my tongue.  But I can't reach the vee
cleft on the other side to caress the most sensitive place on a guy's cock.
I'll have to do it with the roof of my mouth.  I go deep with my lips
climbing over the shaft and the head plunging into my throat.  I feel Nick
doing the same to me.  I can't believe I can feel his throat contract
around my head when I push forward. He's reached up and grabbed the instep
my right foot in his right hand with his fingers reaching around to the
tender sole. His left hand is crawling on the small of my back.  This is
bliss.  I'm quivering with excitement.  My body is shaking; my cock is
throbbing. I reach Nick's cheek and push it away a little while I suck hard
and deep on his cock.  Pretty soon Nick is shaking hard and I push into his
mouth again.  He sucks with surprising force and my cock head reacts by
getting bigger than ever, bigger than is possible.  My toes curl against
the side of his little finger and my leg tries to straighten, pulling hard
against his arm.  I feel Nick's cock-head mushrooming and vibrating in my
mouth and feel the spasms of coming deep down at the base of his balls.  He
gives a mighty suck, suck, suck and I start coming too.  "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
Ahhhh!"

Nick has relaxed a bit and has reached around to hug me to him.  His soft
cock is swimming languidly in my mouth in a pool of his come.  I savor the
creamy texture and the tart, animal taste.  I purse my lips around his cock
and give two big swallows, then draw it gradually out of my mouth, licking
off the rest of his come. Nick is still holding my relaxed cock in his
mouth, making rhythmic sucking motions like a baby.

We lie like this for a few minutes.  Then I sit up, and soon Nick follows.
We wrap our arms around each other and lay with our heads on each other's
shoulders, as our breathing gradually slows down and gets even again.  My
gaze strays down the back of his arm.  "I'll never forget this night,
Nick," I murmur.  "That lust and passion reached right to the bottom of me.
I didn't know it was possible."  "It's enough to make a guy religious,"
says Nick with a last hug and back scratch.  We could see the sky getting
pink outside the window.  "Let's go for a run on the beach."