Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2004 12:09:04 -0900
From: smoothboy8709_78@yahoo.com
Subject: Self-Professed Exhibitionish

		       Self-professed Exhibitionist
	   originally written by D J and reimagined by smoothboy

SUMMARY: The evolving intimae relationship that developed between a pair of
college students by the names of D J and Barry subsequent to sharing a
two-bedroom apartment.

DEDICATION: This reimagined tale is dedicated to all the randy-guys who
write and then submit their unchaste-stories to the Nifty Archives, for the
utter pleasure of all you hornified-readers.

FYI: After I read D J's erotic-tale titled "Barry and Me" the idea of
rewriting came to mind. I didn't contemplate posting it one iota -- it was
nothing more than an exercise in writing erotica for me -- that is until it
was proposed to me. Here are a few e-mail excerpts form D J and myself
explaining how the rewriting process materialized. I e-mailed him saying,
"I could add lots of hot 'n' juicy phrases to spice up your story and add
some gratuitous nudity if you want me too". He e-mailed me back with and I
quote, "Whatever and whenever you cum up with something, that would be
excellent. I would be incredibly honored if you would rewrite my story,
jazzing it up with some gratuitous nudity. <grin> Have at it, boy! I'm
getting hard just thinking about you working at your computer, dick and
balls free hanging while you type away at the keyboard! Take your time--I
am a very patient person"! I amended the story with gratuitous nudity and a
myriad of hot 'n' juicy phraseology, while significantly lengthening it in
the process. Initially I never intended to actually submit it; however, D J
encouraged me to do so. After e-mailing him the finished story D J wrote
back again saying, "You are IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE!! That was a mind-blowing,
cum-spewing HOT story!!! This is so cool, you rewriting my own story!! I
was totally into it! It was so fun seeing what you made of the initial
experience! I like your story better than I liked my reality!! HA!!! (I
guess that's the whole idea of fantasy, right?!) I know guys would get a
kick out of it! You really did a great job of raising the erotic level of
the story. I loved the details about the bodies and what each guy was
thinking. I also liked the additions you made to the end of the story. I
wish those things had happened! They sound like they could have given that
circumstance. It's all very believable, even what wasn't true!! Man, this
was so great. Thanks for putting the time and effort into it. You are such
a crea tive guy"! Barry also wrote that he got-off-on-the-stroking that was
the consequence of reading my interruption of his story and further stated,
"So THANKS for a fantastic jerk-fest and THANKS AGAIN for the excellent
rewrite!! Do you want to think about posting it to nifty? I have no problem
with it being a rewrite of my story. It would be cool for the guys to see
what two hot dudes can do even separated by many miles but brought together
by the Internet"!

So with D J advocating me to do so I submitted the rewritten, reworked or
what I prefer to call to call it reimagined version of his erotic-tale.

I irreverently embellished and eroticized the original autobiographical
story he wrote, while attempting to the best of my ability to use the same
voice -- style of writing since mine is decisively dissimilar -- he used and
hopefully I kept the continuity consistent, whilst at the same time also
achieving correct semantics and inferences. If you haven't read the
original posting, which was approximately 3 pages in length, I have
increased its content more then sevenfold and in the process turned D J
into one ostentatious exhibitionist, as you shall see. I hope you enjoy my
reimagined version of "Barry and Me", which I retiled "Self-professed
Exhibitionist" differentiating it slightly from the original in only format
and subtle nuances.

As I state in the heading to all my unchaste-tales: The following story
contains extremely graphic descriptions of two adult males engaging in
consensual sex acts. It's a complete and total fantasy; the characters
exist only in my mind.

I was inspired to write erotic stories of my own after stumbling upon the
Nifty Archives website and reading numerous hot stories.

If my story causes you to became hard than I have done my job. I got a
hard-on while writing and consequently did a lot of one handed typing. I
believe that an erection is a wonderful and wondrous thing, so strip down
grab a hold of your cock and enjoy.

This posting of my reimagined tale of exorcized-fiction about Barry and D
J's sexploits is meant as purely fodder for your masturbatory-rapture.

Feel free to e-mail, either D J and/or myself with any comments, feedback
you my have whatsoever or for that matter anything else your little heart
desires. I really do enjoy receiving all your e-mails and I'm positive D J
does also. D J's e-mail address is <djay33@hotmail.com>, while mine is
smoothboy8709_78@yahoo.com> copyright 2004

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    In my mind the Barry character in this reimagined and more eroticized
version of D Js original story is very much like a character that
coincidentally had the name of Barry (played by cute Dan Futterman) during
a 3 or 4 episode arc as those industry-types refer to it in the 2003 season
of the wildly funny sitcom "Will and Grace". He had one foot still firmly
planted in the closet with not a clue whatsoever as how he should go about
extracting it.

                    INTRODUCTION:

    To kick things off I shell give you a little background info about
me. I go by D J and when I was young I was one very outdoorsy and
venturesome sort of kid since where I grew up it was a bucolic region with
a forest nearby. My freewheeling love of nudity originated with the
onslaught of puberty and by that point knew I was gay, which seemed to me
to be the most natural in the world to me. From the outset I was a
fundamentally ardor boy virtually 24/7 and for me the sylvan was my
backyard or bailiwick if you will. I struck out and traipsed through the
woodlands full of vim and vigor running in a feral matter (scans the
restraint of clothing) with testosterone cursing throughout my body,
invariability stimulating my libido and quite soon I sported a boner. I
just loved the sensation that was exactly like shockwaves were being sent
directly to my throbbing boy cock with an urgent desire to get-off. The
crotch of my undies became exceeding wet and transparent leaving my recent
ly sprouted pubis hair matted in clear boy dewdrops and my balls hanging
down mighty low. Then I came upon a tiny lush, secluded grassy area, which
only seemed to eroticize me further, if that was at all possible. This is
where I experienced my very first solo j o and from the beginning I found
it to a no total brainer so I began stopping there often on a very nearly
per diem basis either during the forenoon or afternoon depending on
numerous factors. I was one inordinately autoerotic little masturbator from
an early age and would summarily get myself doff (a synonym for naked) in a
New York minute and commenced to frolic around a little. Then laid down on
the grass and slowly stroke my body paying special attention to my
nethermost regains and due my extremely imaginative nature I conjured up a
myriad of vivid homoerotic scenarios in my mind's eye about being alone
with another boy also denuded and horny (long before I in fact had). At the
same time I also caressed and fondled my ball-sac until a profuse outflow
of pre-cum proceeded to pour from my bulbous crimson glans. That was the
signal for me to begin; first I utilized my thump to smear the sticky
liquid around my hypersensitive spongy dickhead, which I discovered was way
too much pleasure for me to handle and then down along the pulsating
shaft. I grabbed a hold with 4 fingers and the thumb of my right hand then
began fiercely beating-off my then 6-1/2" boner leaving the left free to
mess with my testicles; and the upshot of my innocuous boyhood fun was
invariably a rapid-fire orgasmic release of sizzling hot jets of cum spray
viscid as syrup. it wasn't long before I became week in the knees, then my
entire body began to quiver, all my toes curled up, breathing became
labored and shallow, hips lunged upwards, my sac-a-nuts pulled tight
against my cock root all as I writhed, convulsed, squirmed and moaned
vociferously. As I synchronously fired my entire arsenal of milky white
creamy sauce wi th volley after volley, comparable to an artillery barrage,
to use a military metaphor. I cried out, "OOOH AH--AH--AH--AH--AH--AH
. . . AAAA--RRRR--GGGG--HHHH . . . UH--OH". My first ejaculation was of
monstrous proportions that rocketed my into the ionosphere and the odorous
aroma of my fresh spent sperm wafted upwards, filling my nostrils and
invaded my palate, totally overwhelming me but back then it never accrued
to me to get a sample taste. Ever since my inaugural outdoorsy au naturel
romp all due to my boundless teenage exuberance I've found it too be an
incredible adrenaline rush to be bare balled, particularly in the serenity
of the great outdoors. Naturally, I returned to my esoteric lair umpteenth
times for my clandestine, libertine-act because my dick and nuts were
instantly my two most prized of all my post-pubescence toys. Insistent
jerking-off began taking up my much of my leisure time activity, due to new
and voracious sex drive. I experimented with different are as of my body
and soon found out what really turned me on and one was nipple play that
fast became a fetish of mine. For the remainder or my teenage years all of
my visits there were virtual repeats and equally pleasurable.

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    Ergo I have become one fervently uninhibited exhibitionist and nudist
wannabe who still loves letting my genitalia hang-free, naked as a jaybird
(even more so now if that's at all possible) as it were, whenever possible
or wear nothing more than a jockstrap wherever I my happen to be. I am
convinced without a shadow of a doubt it's some sort of congenital ethos
within me. Did I fail to mention, that I also have an ardent and active
libido, requiring frequent indulgences in an unending effort to quench my
insatiable prurient urges?

    During my collage days I met a fellow student by the name of Barry at
an introductory College and Career group meeting we hung out getting to
know one another following our group's various activities. He was 25, I was
22; at 6' he was 2" taller than I with willowy legs, knobby knees, broad
squared off shoulders, virile with reddish brown hair, periwinkle eyes with
a full beard. I might add rather easy on the eyes I'd even go so far as to
say he's intolerably handsome and a southpaw to boot. I had an unmitigated
and instantaneous affinity for him and we gelled instantly and enjoyed each
other's company, becoming fast friends during our numerous group functions.
He turned out to be quite affable, gregarious and jovial with a wry wit and
a great sense of humor and there was a multitude of belly laughs between us
thanks to his bubbly personality, to be sure. Also from the open collared
torso clinging shirts Barry favored, it was all too evident he had a wiry
athletic upper body build with hair on his upper torso, each nipple tip was
clearly outlined through the thin material and they seemed to be stiff
nearly every time we happened to be together. He also enunciated his words
in a heavy homespun Southern drawl since he was born and bred below the
Mason-Dixon Line and it did take some getting used to before I was able to
decipher everything he said. While attending collage I set for a handful of
nude modeling sessions for their art class mainly for the sheer thrill of
it, although the extra moolah did come in handy. To my chagrin and utter
astonishment the more I got to know Barry the more I begin to find him a
tremendous turn on, which only intensified with each passing day and at
first I did my best to ignore those feelings. It was mere conjecture on my
part; however, I was quite sanguine he felt the same about me as well, and
fairly soon thereafter I discovered my sentiments were right on.

    At some point after knowing each other for approximately 6 months time,
Barry informed me at one of our numerous group functions he desired to move
out of the house he currently shared with 3 male college buddies (they were
irking him in a major way). By sherr happenstance I was also looking for a
roommate since at the time I was sick and tired of living in the dinkiest
of studio apartments with a bathroom no bigger than an average size closet
so then and there we decided to begin looking for a 2-bedroom, 2-bath
apartment. It was fun "apartment shopping" together and after a fortnight
(two weeks) of scouring the areas we wanted to live in we found an
affordable place that fit our needs perfectly. Thus in early May 1988 we
moved into out unit on the second-floor of a three-story multiple building,
340-unit complex on a beautiful mild, sky blue day with no classes to
attend, Barry first assisted me and then I aided him. He had dibs on the
master bedroom (since he had an entir e suite of bedroom furniture) with
its own bathroom, while I took the second bedroom along with the slightly
smaller albeit bigger than a closet hallway bath. We split expenses
fifty-fifty except for the rent I paid $ 75 less per mouth due to my
bedroom and bath being smaller and went halves on the housekeeping duties.
It began as nothing more than a move of convenience for us, and I really
got into the whole domestic aspect of it all. From the get go I was
positive we would get on famously since we had a very good repartee going
with him being open-mined like me. I was out its just that I don't wear my
gayness on my sleeve nor was concerned in the slightest whether he was gay
or straight, however, in the recess of my mind I probably thought he was a
de facto queer. I was just so pleased to finally find a guy I just hang out
with away from collage and also share living space with. Moreover,
initially I wasn't interested in Barry sexually nor did I except he could
conceivably be interested in me at all--the furthest thing from my mind. In
addition, during that point in my life I wasn't looking nor did I care to
pursue any sort of serious or intense relationship with a guy considering
everything else I had goin on.

    There is no better way to get to know a person mind and body alike,
then moving in with said person and with us there were opportunities galore
to view a great deal more of my companions body and he mine. Right off, I
observed my new roomie indeed did possess a well-portioned and superbly
sculptured chest as I suspected. He had exquisitely defined pectorals,
highly delectable and luscious matched set of midget-nipples the size of
thumbtacks with a hue of pale strawberries. The lefty didn't have thick
hair on his legs or any other parts of his body as far as I could ascertain
expect across his upper torso, topped off the gorgeous package. "He's
smooth and hairy in all the right places" I remember thinking. I do not
much care for the hirsute-type with pelts of hair often referred to as
bears. As one does with a new roommate, we became all too aware of one
another's quirts, patterns and idiosyncrasies, while discovering we also
had numerous common interests. After setting in i t wasn't long before I
ferreted out a few other facts about Barry, one was that he unfortunately
was a man of very few words whenever the subject of sex arose even though I
attempted to get him to open up I had no wish to force the issue. With
another being, he happened to be an extremely demure individual when we
were alone at home sharply contrasted the chatterbox he was in a collage
setting. From that characteristic I gathered he was uptight, sexually
frustrated or some such ridiculous thing. So far as I could tell those two
glaring aspects of his personality seemed to be his only two major
shortcomings. A few short days after taking up residence in our new apt.
Barry felt sufficiently comfortable to begin lounging about in only a pair
of silk boxer shorts (his undies of choice, I prefer the tightie-whitie
variety myself) a size or two too big, hanging low on his hips and I in
just my briefs when it was only the two of us. He usually arrived home from
work before me by a hal f hour or more, late in the afternoon and I was all
too aware he changed into his more comfortable silky boxers within seconds
after walking in the door. Periodically, I'd came home a bit early and took
notice the door to his room was always shut. I then headed to my room and
striped down to my briefs then 25 minutes or thereabouts later he exited
out of breath, with a flushed face. It didn't take long for me to conclude
pretty much what was going in there, even though I never heard a sound. I
didn't say in reference after first realizing what had transpired and the
knowledge being that my horny roomie was beating-off in the same apartment
was incredibility arousing.

    Little did I know at the time he was teetering on the cusp of (at long
last) acting upon his true sexually?

    Barry had a pencil thin trail of hair that began just below his navel
and trailed down his svelte midriff. My eyes invariably lingered on the
pronounced sexy 'V' shape of his pelvic bones and followed where both
disappeared under the elastic waistband of his slightly baggy shorts.
Whenever he sat down and rested a leg up on one knee or spread his knees
open wide I could easily see up one leg of those oversized shots, where his
tantalizing goodies were all to visible. On enumerable occasions while
starched out on the sofa he'd stick a hand down the front of his boxers to
nonchalantly scratch his large balls, which of course I also loved to
witness and either deed drew my unavoidable lascivious gaze, creating an
instantaneous protuberance inside the double layer cotton pouch of my
Y-fronts due to my involuntary semi-erection. He seemed to not even notice
my almost lured staring and the upshot was my short and curlies easily
became matted with per-cum, in short order. Each one drove me absolutely
bonkers and I'd say one of the following to myself, "Doesn't he have any
idea what he's doing to me"?  . . . "Damn, he looks awfully hot doing it"
. . . "He's FUCKING HOT; I'd love to shove my hand up the leg of his boxers
and cop a fell in the worst way imaginable". Other times he'd just slip an
open palm halfway down his waistband, resting on his abs and every time he
displayed himself in such an impudent matter I was ambivalent as to whether
or not he was being overt or was totally oblivious of his seemingly
provocative acts. We situated the couch setback slightly off center in the
living room so one could easily walk behind it towards the kitchen or down
the hallway. And if he so happened to be perched with his vertebrate arched
forward watching Television, reading or whatever when I was walking behind
I espied the waistband of Barry's undies were pulled downward into a deep
distinctive 'U' shape baring an inch or so of titillating ass cleavage was
fl ashy to say the least. It crossed my mind that he might be a cock tease
or was possibly sending me unconscious signals, either way I never did
inquire if he in fact was. My first roommate was giving me literally a
nonstop case of the hornies by displaying himself in such a revealing
matter, supplying me with additional masturbatory fodder for my nightly
ardor chimeras, which I was forced to alleviate more frequently since we
began living together. Barry's knobby kneed legs were fairly strong, yet
still slightly on the spindly side, he longed or more puissance looking
thighs and calves like mine and made envious comments every now and then
such as, 'I wish my legs were more like yours, D J'. I explained to him, "I
developed, my mine with a 3 day a week workout at the gym". Beginning with
the warming months of late May and early June I ofttimes laid outside
basking in the sun, in those days I preferred as much of an allover tan as
was possible (how stupid in retrospect!). I remem ber him frequently
sitting on the sofa supposedly watching TV while I was recumbent out on the
tiny enclosed patio. He ostensibly took full advantage of those
opportunities to procure numerous eyefuls and ultimately it was disclosed
to me that Television wasn't all he had his eyes on . . .

    Shortly thereafter, I discarded my undies in favor of wearing only my
jock around the place to see if I was able to produce any kind of reaction
from him. He didn't even bat an eyelash and I recall presuming by his
non-response, "Hmmm . . . since Barry doesn't mind me seeing me in next to
nothing, I may as well get really audacious and sashay about bare balled",
which I certainly had no qualms about, whatsoever. It never was my
intention to act luscious, unchaste or anything of the kind will . . . okay
then, perhaps looking back with 20/20 hindsight I was exhibiting a smidgen
too much eye candy and a may have became a cock tease myself? It's just
that I cannot help it, the enormous pleasure along with total freedom I
garner from going buck-naked is for all practical purposes an unparalleled
joy. What's more, I felt his circumspect eyes following nearly every move I
made, which excited me all the more; even so I controlled myself enough so
I didn't become fully erect in his presence, at least in the beginning. The
one and only remark the lefty did make about my blatant nudity was, "I
reckon you enjoy being mother nekkid by the way you prance about like you
do, you're very freewheeling and a regular cock of the walk (I believed
that was an untended pun). I think you likewise enjoy making a spectacle of
yourself without a shred of modesty either, D J? That was the very first
time I heard him use the word 'cock' in any context at all. To which I
replied, "You hit the nail squarely on the head. Lounging at home or just
by being in my birthday suit is a very exhilarating experience and
strutting around outdoors feels even better. As far as me being a spectacle
maybe so, I do admit to being an exhibitionist and I do get off on all the
attention it brings me" then I inquired, "I take it, Mother naked means
bare ass"? He clued me in, "Yes, mother nekkid, means stark nekkid is a
widespread Southern colloquialism were I hail from". The way Barry
pronounced naked with his buoyant, charming and cool sounding accent came
out 'nekkid' sounded so very adorable that incidentally I was never able
pronounce as he did. Here are a few other examples of homespun below the
Mason-Dickson Line vernacularisms Barry spoke: "jism" or "jizz" as a proxy
for cum, "johnson" in place of dick or cock, "nads" short for gonads,
"playing the skin flute" as apposed to sucking cock, "skivvies" as a
substitute for underwear, "o'er" as an alternative for over, "ya'll"
instead of you all "t'rough" rather than through and lastly kinfolk in lieu
of relatives.

    Following the realization my nakedness wasn't one scintilla bothersome
to him; I perceived a distinct and palatable homoerotic tension in the
apartment simmering below the surface, thick enough to cut with a knife. I
had zip, zilch, zero of an inking if he sensed the same awareness as I or
not. At the time I recall thinking, "My acutely developed gaydar tells me
Barry's queer as a $ 3 bill and it should be very interesting in deed to
see how this all plays out. Sooner or later it'll all come to a head
(intended pun or pon mot, as the French say) and hopefully it will turn out
to be the former of the two".

    We were both really busy dudes, with our respective jobs, families and
collage friends and the like so we consequently didn't spend all that much
alone time with each other during the week. We basically lived as a couple
even though we slept in separate bedrooms, with all our friends coming over
for soirees, good times and such each weekend and just being buds. His 3
college buddies and former housemates visited a few times; making it all
too evident they were gay also. Whenever we did spend time together, it was
most often while watching TV and/or just kicking back, going out for dinner
and/or taking in an occasional flick at the local multiplex during weekday
evenings. I was something of a homebody on the weekends not being into the
bar scene along with its requisite one-night-stands and in any case Barry
went out much more frequently than I.

    One night later that same month as we watched a little Television, my
mind flashed back to Barry complaining of a backache earlier that evening
and offered to give him a back massage. He replied, "OK, D J that sounds
very relaxing". Then I informed him, "I'm good with my fingers and I
guarantee you'll absolutely love it". Naturally I was bare balled while my
roomie wore his "skivvies". I requested he move the ottoman forward and
then sit on it as I repositioned myself behind him on the ultra comfy and
lush Corinthian leather sofa, which by the way felt so, so good on my bare
buns. He obliged then I began to massage his broad squared off shoulders
and as my fingers touched his warm soft skin, I felt a tingling feeling as
if electricity was coursing throughout body as roamed down his back very
nearly touching the fissure of Barry's gluts and worked my way back up and
then down once again. At one point I took a side-glance at his crotch and
realized the lefty's boxers were pro truding out creating a visible tent
making it very obvious he was excited as well. My dickhead was oozing
dollops of sticky clear fluid that ran down my shaft and trickled onto my
thigh with my cock surging like crazy. With a second peek a minute or two
later I noted there was a lot of activity shrouded under those boxers as he
pulsated rapidly at a 45-degree angle along his hipbone. That fact he was
also sporting a full-blown erection, which appeared to be big really BIG
and ever so fucking inviting, really got my juices going. I then roved my
way around to his pecs and across his hairy chest before winding up the
kneading and manipulating session. Man, simply by rubbing and touching his
body was one truly amazing feeling that practically pushed me over the
threshold more than once. Throughout my rubdown, we both sat stoned faced
with eyes glued to the TV set, in an unnecessarily dragged out ordeal of
desultory. Afterward all we did was sit there enjoying the sensation of
bein g aroused with a bud so close or as in my case stymied, and yet,
neither of us made any attempt at propelling events to the next level. Why
on earth, I'll never be able to fathom with each of us sporting throbbing
hard-ons in one another's presence. The only words he uttered following the
massage was, "That was really soothing, thanks D J". I responded, "Whenever
you want another all you have to do is ask Barry, anytime at all". There
was only the briefest window of an opportunity then it dissipated, I
could've kicked myself and ended up in my room jerking-off to fantasies of
what might have been. For the interim, I was resigned to daily and
provisional and solo self-gratification at least once per diem or more
whenever the mood struck me. He was making me feel especially horny much
the way I did nearly 10 years earlier.

    Most nearly every night prior to bedtime in my room I'd insert a video
into the VCR and watch one of my 2 dozen or so porn videos for at least a
half hour and after my cock began pre-cumming like crazy I jacked-off that
7-1/2" bad boy for at another 30something minutes before finally blowing
a huge wad following an hour then some of beating my meat. I always engage
in quite lengthy jerk-fests of no less than one hour long; since anything
less does not feel nearly as incredible for me. When I do so beforehand,
the sexual release enables me to fall asleep faster, get a better nights
rest and wake up totally refreshed for the new day. There were 3 porn stars
on my videos that closely resembled Barry and ogling those hot dudes
brought me to a enhanced and speedy climax then after popping my big cum
load sparing ribbons of ivory white nectar across my torso I would go at it
anew, albeit a slower pace. I wasn't sure if he could hear the stud muffins
orgasmic sounds or not, mor eover it didn't really matter one little bit by
that point and even if he did there was a strong likelihood that he was
enjoying what he heard.

    One Saturday forenoon, a week after the back massage I administered we
awoke in our side-by-side bedrooms in the raw (since he also slept in the
nude) and laid there. I was hard like most every forenoon and on that
particular my stiff one warranted quick gratification then I heard him get
up to use the bathroom and quickly returned to bed. I shouted out a, "Good
morning, Barry" and then he answered back with a vigorous, "Good morning to
you, D J". I throw off my sheet and took my rigid tool in hand then
proceeded to pump it as we bandied about that way for 5 or perhaps 10
minutes with each of us still in bed. I leisurely stroked myself
continuously although our entire colloquy until I could no longer stand it
and brought up the topic of "morning dick". He laughed then said, "I have
one too". I replied, "I don't about you but nine needs immediate
attention".  He dittoed my statement and then surprised me when I heard him
opening his bedroom door. I thought, "Barry finally see ms to be loosening
up a little, sexually. I got up and also opened mine and then came back to
bed, half expecting him to sprint over and join me in some forenoon j o
fun. I then commenced to piston my 7-1/2" pole vigorously knowing I had
a roommate next door was doing exactly the same, whilst he lessened to me
moaning as I waxed my pole. 30seconds or their bout's later there he was at
my door naked as the day he was born with a hand tightly coiled around a
huge steely hard slab of beefsteak with eyeballs the size of saucers and
mouth agape, which quickly morphed into a big Cheshire cat grin plastered
across his face, gazing at me. There was an exponential change in the size
of his cock from the all too brief glimpse I got on the sofa and damn if
Barry wasn't hung like a horse. We sized each up other and the lefty also
proceeded to jerk-off, yet nether one of us made a single move he leaned up
against the doorframe in a wide stance, stroking away as I just laid there
beholdin g the beautiful sight. His expressive eyes told me he wanted to
come nearer to me but something was preventing him from doing so. He looked
so damn sexy and as I followed his franticly undulating cum laden balls and
those BIG BOYS put me in a near hypnotic trance. We matched each other
stroke for stroke in total unison as I espied him, whilst Barry stared at
me with each of us exchanging sultry looks. Then my circumspect eyes began
to actively dart back and forth between his delectable wildly swaying
scrotal pouch and his wistful periwinkle eyes as we pumped our engorged
manly cylinders, fast and furiously. My slimy and sticky self-pleasure
quickly resulted with me cumming first and I moaned, "Ah--h--h--h,
I--I--I'm cummming . . ." and I gushed a herculean-sized wad of molten hot
nut sauce, splattering allover myself as I cried out, "MM--MM--HH--HH
. . . OO--OO--OPH". A moment later he too erupted with a gargantuan load of
milky white gooey cream took a trajectory akin to a gey ser arching towards
his body. He bemoaned, "OOOH YES. OOOOH, AHA--UM--MM--MM--MM". I observed
the oozy viscous nectar slowly seeped its way down Barry's extremely sexy
torso. What an incredibly HOT sensation it was to get off with an intense
orgasm as my roomie viewed me even from a distance of approximately 10
feet, then seconds later I came to my senses. Meanwhile, the room air
became prevalent with the wondrous redolent of fresh spent semen. I craved
to lap up his nut juice in the most fervent matter conceivable, and yet,
regrettably there was the minutest possibility he conceivably could take
offense. I had no desire to cross any Rubicon or boundary so I reluctantly
did not sample his cream. Subsequent to our relatively quickie j o he
returned to his room sans a word and to my utter dismay I did not even get
a glimpse of his ass, because he backed out of the room for some strange
reason. Our day then began, with each of us showering and leaving for our
own activities, erran ds or whatnot. That night he conceded in an antsy but
heartfelt explanation starting with a little stammering, "Uh, uh . . . ya
. . . ya . . . you know D J; I have to confess, at first I wanted to go
over to your bed really badly. But suddenly, I got cold feet at the thought
of touching another guy's johnson or for that matter another touching mine
and couldn't move an inch". Whereas I said, "That's alright Barry; maybe
we'll try it again another time". He then suggested, "What about latter on
tonight"? I was agreeable and couple of hours later we made our way to the
lush and comfy 6' long living room sofa for a change of scenery then began
fondling ourselves on separate ends; however, it ended in altogether
disappointing and frustrating ordeal particularly for him since he never
even got out of his boxers shorts. He became such a nervous wreak that he
lost his erection and went off to his room without uttering a single word,
again leaving me in the lurch as it were with my pre -sex oozing hard-on in
hand. I was forced into satisfying myself with yet another solo j o filled
with erotic images of what if. As a result of that evenings activity I
began having nightly wet dreams that I was unable to recall presumably
involving each of us. For the rest of that night he was crest-fallen or
lugubrious, in total anguish and disgusted at himself by the anticlimax. I
had not a clue as to go about consoling him and figured he's smart enough
to work it out on his own and in the morning he was his back to old
self. Moreover, by that point I was a mite skeptical as to whether he would
ever cum (another intended pun) around and furthermore since Barry was a
undemonstrative person that is a person who is unable to neither properly
articulate either his feeling nor express emotions for another person
openly. To me it seemed to be the preverbal one step forward and two steps
back with him. I couldn't help but think his completely unreceptive to my
touch or for that mat ter prompting and as far as I'm concerned ostensibly
erected an insurmountable wall to keep me at bay. I am a very patient man
but damn this gotten almost to the point of being borderline ridiculous. A
guy can only take so much excitement followed with being thwarted at every
opportunity and now I'm becoming sexually frustrated, too. Neither of us
mentioned a further word about it except for that one occasion when Barry
briefly alluded to it. Subsequently, I vowed a third separate solo j o
would not occur and pell-mell developed a strategy: Whenever decorous
circumstances presented another evidently fortuitous situation I'll muster
the wherewithal, rise to the occasion, become brazen and seize the upper
hand to instigate actual one on one sex.

    A couple weeks later the following month the sexual urges he had
manifested and the relationship between us literally heated along with the
weather conditions . . .

    In early June, we roused on another Saturday forenoon about the same
time and once again I called out, "Good morning, Barry" and he responded in
kind. Subsequently we began chatting again and he groused, "My back hurts
after sleeping on this hard mattress all night". I reminded him about the
previous back massage, offering to give him another if he was interested,
hoping that he acquiesced. All he said was, "Sure, c'mon in, D J". I
eagerly responded, "I'm on my way". I was highly eroticized and
irreverently made my way to his room; actually it was much more like an au
naturel scurry with a roaring hard-on in anticipation of administering a
2nd back massage and I planed on it being a full body massage this time. I
am one who is undaunted whenever it comes to something I deeply desire thus
I will not give up so easily and took the plunge once again. I pushed open
his partially closed door and found the lefty lying prone in bed, with only
the top sheet covering him from the wa ist down. "Hey, man" I said. "Hey,
there yourself" he rejoined. I was a mite surprised I could speak at all
since I was overexcited. Still, I did my levelheaded best at playing it
cool.

    I sat on his bedside, placing my left foot on the floor and my right
leg athwart on the mattress only a mere inch from that sexy bod of his. The
way the pliable fabric adhered to his smooth upturned melon shaped gluteal
halves was alluring beyond belief and there was no way I could avert my
eyes. I started off with his neck, slowly and systematically maneuvering my
nimble fingers over Barry's shoulders and then down his flawless tanned
smooth muscular back and it felt so good to lay my hands upon his hot bod
again. The tingling sensation returned much more intense than before and
circulated throughout my body as I moved downward, firmly massaging and
rubbing him. Every so often, I moved my hands down brushing along each side
and up to the hairs under his arms with only the ultra light touch of my
fingertips. My roommate was definitely enjoying this and my heartbeat
became forcibly loud enough that I feared it well might burst right through
my chest. Becoming more and more c ourageous as the minutes passed I
started roaming downward to where the rib of this sheet met the small of
Barry's back. I then repositioned myself making for a more comfortable
sitting position and the sheet slipped down far enough to unveil a hint of
ass crack. Then I queried, "Do you mind if I move the sheet down a little"?
"Sure, go ahead" he whispered, with his face pointing towards the wall at
the opposite side of the bed. With permission I pulled it down a little,
baring 2 to 3 inches of butt cleavage and then rubbed the sensual small of
his back barely an inch above the cleft of his globs of smooth man flesh.
As I continued my now one handed massage marauding down one leg, while
using my freehand to ever so carefully lower the bedding further and
further down over his buns as I proceeded to salivate with anticipation as
to what Barry's exposed fleshy mounds might look like while uncovering
additional skin until the bottom of his tootsies were visible. After laying
him b are from head to toe his beautifully smooth, supple and completely
hairless buttocks was beaming back up at me just as glorious as I expected
they would be. After concluding my rubdown I commenced to flagrantly roam
both hands over the smooth rotund contours of his cheeks, meticulously
kneading and caressing those globular mounds. There my sexy roomie laid
naked as could be and he kept his now more stalwart legs pressed tightly
together as if he was protecting himself, nevertheless he didn't recoil
even once. I wandered upward along his left leg with my eyes fixated upon
Barry's baby tenuous ass and lightly brushed the hairs along his inner
thighs. Then abruptly he splayed out for me where his pair of big enticing
ball-sac appeared before my eyes. Now that his bull-sized orbs were quite
accessible resting on the mattress twixt his upper thighs, I theorized he
was granting me carte blanche so without reservation or interruption I
fondled his cream stodgy loose hanging sac-a-nuts . He then let out a low
level moan, "Ah--hh--hh". He did not request me to cease the activity, so I
knew he was enjoying this at least as much as I. By that point there was an
onrush of clear liquid streaming from my spongy crimson corona then began
oozing down my steely mast. I made no attempt whatsoever to feign the fact
that I was bone hard and throbbing while massaging this taut and gorgeous
mounds, with Barry still facing away from me. I could not help myself as my
fingertips reached to first brush the soft hair and then caressed the
tender skin that held his semen heavy depository. I then bent over to
lightly nibble on his enticingly toned gluts while synchronously I
proceeded to lingeringly stroke myself on the mattress beside him.

    I had yet to see his unclad cock either flaccid or erect up close and
personal and by that point in time I was positive he must be sporting a
raging hard-on also. I was dying to get my hands on his never before
touched by another hand cock and what I assumed were large nuts unlike any
other dudes genitals previously. Thus I inquired of him, "Would you like to
rollover, now"? To, which he restored, "Okay, if you like". Barry flipped
over, flouncing back down and his entire glorious physique along with his
nethermost regains or a carnival of pubic delights came into my field of
vision. At long last I had unfettered access and now that he was fully
exposed my highly curious eyes followed as the rigid fleshly beauty of a
column swung up from his groin as if it came spring equipped. Observing his
tool slap back against his rock solid abs with a vociferous thump was one
huge turn on let me tell you and my tongue was wagging, figuratively
specking anyway. The stiff, pulsating rod then swayed halfway back and came
to rest pointing towards the ceiling begging for a little attention betwixt
his pale thighs and that display was absolutely impossible for me to
resist. From my prima facie vantage point the rigidity of his pole was
imposing to say the least, mimicking a baseball bat while his twin set of
balls were equally huge. Barry's beefy distinctive member turned out to be
an eye-popping beauty, the piece de resistance to me.  His meaty shaft had
a slight distinctive banana curvature along with a blue vain running its
entire length, a topping it off was bulbous purple hued crown and nary a
single drop of man dew. I released my stiff column and the shaft slapped
against my lower ads slinging a lengthily queue of pre-sex liquid on my
thigh, feet and the carpet. I then fully climbed up onto his mattress sat
beside him with out hips touching and then bent down over him where my
lingual roved sinuously up his torso leaving a slimy trail of saliva in my
wake un til reaching his nipples. I first sampled the left succulent
mini-morsel by looping around the areola then flicking the tip of my lingua
over its meaty little nip then repeating the very same action upon its
clone and soon both were standing up nice and stiff, a la tiny bullets. As
I serviced his pectoral nubs I also reached out and took his iron hard rod
of inordinate size in hand, coiling four digits and my thumb around the
nadir and commenced to pump his flagpole of roaring man meat slowly, yet
firmly and aggressively simulated him. I'm capable of furnishing a virtual
cornucopia of pre-sex fluid more then sufficient for the both of us, which
undoubtedly fascinated Barry (who later announced to me, he could never
manufacture one drop of pre-cum a condition I'd never heard of,
beforehand). After sufficiently tonguing each of his nipples my
concentration centered on getting us off. I added a bit of my spit for
lubricate and in no time flat I'd concocted a foamy head. I then tra
nsferred a large portion of overage streaming out of my dickhead and spread
the clear sticky leakage the width and breadth of my buds cock as I
squeezed each cream filled nut and then continued to stimulate him a bit
more vigorously as the lefty reached for my twitching shaft, taking it into
his hot hand to piston my cylinder. It felt incredible as we waxed each
other's stroke poles, while giving and receiving endless unadulterated
pleasure in our naked intimacy on a splendid Saturday forenoon . . .

    Following a few minutes of ball play and cock stroking we spent some
time thoroughly enjoying one other as we squeezed, felt, caressed and
explored our svelte bodies congenial to a full-fledged Lewis and Clark
expedition. I could not neglect his pecs any longer and once more I circled
my lingua around Barry's right mini-areola and then assailed the
hypersensitive meaty tip causing it to quiver twixt my lips. He queued of
me, "Do you want me shoot my jizz"? I released the nipple and eagerly
replied, "You bet I fucking want you cum. I'm been waiting and waiting for
this moment for weeks on end". I had no modus operandi of any sort or a
wish to foist or compel him to do anything against his will such as a
blowjob. In any event he most likely is not prepared for it beyond that I
was determined to allow events take there natural course and let the chips
fall where they may. So, in lieu of oral or anal sex I advocated, "Why
don't we set face-to-face, with our legs wrapped around each others hips
and have us a really hot dual jerk-fest"? He responded with, "It sounds
terribly exciting, let's do it". We rapidly maneuvered around on the
mattress to make it so, straddling his legs and then entwining mine around
his and tightly interlocking ankles behind one another's backs. Our rock
solid abdominal muscles folded up akin to accordions with both dicks and
slick undersides pressed together pointing towards the ceiling. I then
wrapped both of my hands around each throbbing cylinder, forcing them even
tighter against one another and smeared more sticky discharge along my
roommate's elongated ramrod. I did appear a mite puny alongside Barry's
monster phallus; however, it did not annoy me in the least since I am not
the least insecure. I could feel each pair of nut-sacs oscillating in
conjunction so I slipped my free-hand in-between our loins to cup them and
then fell the full weight of four laden orbs. Following a minute of two of
me applying a double fisted j o the lefty informed me, "I really love the
sensuous feel of our hard johnson's sliding together this way and your hand
feels so good squeezing my nads. It's a major turn on for me". I retorted,
"So do I and I get off big time fondling big balls, like yours". We then
took one another's hard as the Rock of Gibraltar man poles in hand and
proceeded, waxing them in earnest. I thought, "He's gotten over his fear of
touching another guy's dick rather fast and now needs to and even seems to
have a desperate hunger to jerk me off. It's a baby step in the right
direction". Since Barry's a southpaw he used his left hand to initiate the
aggressive manipulation of my cock as I contemporaneously stimulated his
rigid mast with my right; whilst my extremely touchy pectoral morsels
received a workout from the thumb and forefinger. My roomie ceased stroking
me only momentary, using his left thumb to swirl over my ultra sensitive
glans; with oodles more man dew escaping, very nearly causing me to erupt
and I queried, "H--h--hold off a little, man . . . I'm about ready to shoot
my load. I'd rather make this last a little longer"? He did and I managed
to stay cumming until Barry was ready and tweaked his still erect nipples
once again. As we both approached climax our hands became nothing more than
an obfuscate while traversing the entire length of our respective slippery
poles. In the meantime I planted a wet, sloppy whammy of a kiss upon his
juicy lips while accelerating my tight fisting of his primo beefsteak and
with all our ensuing lascivious and vociferous lip coupled with audible
slippery skin on skin smacking and those arising sounds are is dulcet for
me, spurring me on until I was again nearly ready to spew a wad. We quickly
cajoled each other into experiencing a simultaneous orgasm with each
manipulating the other toward a rip-roaring apex. Then resumed the stroking
where the moaning that emitted form both of us grew ever louder and LOUDER
until we ended up s ounding something like banshees,
"AAAA--RRRR--GGGG--HHHH...  UH--OH". Then Barry forewarned me with, "I'M
SHOOTING MY JIZZZZZZZ, NOW" then ongoing with wails of "MM--MM--MM--MM
. . . AA--AA--AA--AAH . . . OOOH . . . HH--HH . . . UH--OH, D J" as he
began erupting with a bucket worth's of his pearl white warm and thick cum
onto me. More strident sighs were elicited that overlapped and reverberated
around the room in random fashion, whilst we writhed up a storm. We reached
a rapturous crescendo with him spraying viscous ropes of juicy ball nectar
allover each of us from crotches up to our chins with two pairs of lips
still fused together as our lingua's engaged in some sort of erotic
dance. He seemed to be slowing down and I cried out "don't stop now,
man. I'm about to blast my . . . wad" Barry increased the speed of his
fisting and microseconds later I too exploded on him bemoaning, "IM CUMMING
. . . AH--HH--HH . . . UM--UM--UM--UM . . . ARAGH--AMPH
. . . AW--AW--AW--AW" as ou r bodies were racked amidst continually
spasmodic outbursts with a blizzard of ball sauce splatter being the
outcome firing back and forth, landing everywhere, on our chins, hands,
thighs and bedding alike. We persisted in pumping each other's cocks while
squeezing one another's low hanging orbs to coax each and every last drop
of creamy seminal fluid our nut-sacs could possibly hold was delivered. As
our overheated cum producers ended up sere, hands came to a stop along with
our tight lip lock. It was one truly intense and amazing orgasm we shared
with our first libertine mutual j o. Even though, Barry's loins produced
nada pre-cum, whereas he certainly did produce a fertile reserve of viscous
and creamy nectar. I scooped a large portion of our spent semen in my palm,
sampled our specimens combined confection and then my palate experienced
the toothsome potpourri. Then I said to him, "Breathe deep and inhale that
musky aroma of our spent cum linger in the room. Don't, you just
 love it"? He concurred with, "That was a humdinger of an orgasm and I
agree with you 110-percent. Fresh spent jizz smells divine and tastes just
like hazelnuts to me". "Hazelnuts you say, I've never had one and couldn't
say what they taste like. What I do know is it's tasty as my favorite
flavor of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Cum is a
heavenly aroma in my book, someone should create a fragrance that imitates
it, I'm sure there's a ready-made demand. Gays are an untapped niche market
and would downright love it and those marketers could make a mint off a
product like that. Afterwards, the fact that he previously had no sex of
any kind especially with another male was laughable on the face of it and
we couldn't help but howl over it. The two of us must've of bore a striking
resemblance to a couple of sex-starved adolescent males, having at it with
their very first simultaneously reciprocating masturbation. Do to all the
lascivious noises we made, alon g with the marvelous and highly potent
masculine aroma that floated up our nostrils and then permeated the bedroom
it sounded and smelt very much like the orgy room at a gay bathhouse and I
must add I've had a one or two red hot escapades in and each time I savored
that wonderfully overwhelming and pungent scent. After our panting
ultimately ceased we un-entwined our legs, unlocked ankles and then reeled
backwards on our heels in thorough delight. Then I recounted to Barry, "Now
that I've seen you hard I must say I should've known from the size of your
feet that you were hugely hung like a horse, which much be 12' or more
unless I miss my guess. Are you sure your big dick isn't a third
appendage"? He then came back at me with, "That's truly funny D J; I
haven't gotten that same reaction before, so for your information and this
fact's on a need to know basis only. My johnson is exactly 8-1/2 while
my feet are 12-1/4" so I ware a size 12 or 12-1/2 shoe depending on how it
fit s". "That's a good thing to know. I've heard someone once said your
first sexual experience with another person ought to have a powerful
emotional component unlike any other you'll ever have. Did it have that
sort of reaction on you, Barry"? "Yes it sure did, one I cannot put into
words". I then inquired, "Don't tell me, 'johnson' must be the men refer to
their dicks where you come from"? "Yes as a matter of fact your right, D
J. In my neck of the woods men folk very often give their johnson's
affectionate nicknames". After becoming cognizant of that fact I inquired,
"So then johnson isn't really a nickname, huh"? "No-no, it's a generic term
all us Southern boys use to describe our dicks as you insist on calling
them". I commented, "Nicknames for almost everything are really big with
you southerners" then I certainly had to know and queried "what nickname
did you give yours?" He retorted, "Yes, they are indeed popular all around
the south and I gave my johnson the nickname of " big Willie". I snickered
and then said, "Big Willie" you say, that seems quite fitting since you
don't have a little Willie by any means. I don't mean any offence, but I
find that rather amusing" then I inquired further "and I suppose chocking
the chicken is a Southern colloquial expression, also?" He replied, "None
taken, I've gotten that sort reaction many times before and you're right
again about it being another colloquial expression" he snickered then
related to me, "that 'little Willie' comment of yours was very funny,
too. Are you a comedian or what, D J" and then both of us laughed at that
remark. From that day forward the lefty began to exclusively and
affectionately begin refer to his johnson as "big Willie". The size of
Barry's tansy weensy, although still meaty strawberry nips were a dichotomy
and in sharp distinction to his erection, being the smallest nipples I've
ever seen on any dudes chest. As I reached for them I could not help myself
it was not my intention t o be flippant as I started needling him with,
"Those midget nipples on you're chest are about the cutest damn little
things I've EVER seen. A humongous dick that never pre-cums and teeny tiny
nipples, what the hells up with that"? Then I gently tweaked them as he
shot back saying, "Oh is that so, D J. You sure did enjoy licking them,
though. I don't how I turned out this way other then to say both my nipples
along with big Willie here" as held onto his meat "they're generic, but I
happy as can be with the way I am". "Well of course, one sexy guy's nipples
are as good any other hot guy's to tongue, Barry" elaborating upon my
previous statement I commented "you know I wasn't being derogatory or
anything only teasing you, right? It just seems to be a combination of the
two weirdest couple of things on any dude I've, ever laid eyes on is
all. It's a healthy sign that you're not self-conscious about something
like that". "Its ok D J, I realize you weren't being mean". Subsequent to
our morning of naked fun, he gave me the wherefore why he'd been
jacking-off so frequently. Declaring, "You turn me on big time and I've
been chocking the chicken like crazy once or twice a day to wild fantasies
of sucking you off as you Yankees put it. Being in the altogether (as he
sometimes referred to my conspicuous nudity) with you gave me the most
pleasure I've had in my whole entire life and its all thanks to you". I
felt sybaritic and rhapsodic by that revelation and summarily acknowledged,
"Hot damn, I was cocksure (I categorically love puns) you had the hots for
me. I too, have been beating-off with fantasies of your sexy bare balled
body filling my thoughts every day". With a mile wide grin that displayed a
picked fence row of pearly whites Barry responded, "OOOH REEEEALLY"?
"That's right" I replied. Later that night for the briefest of an instant I
speculated the possibility our j o escapade was a just an anomaly then
reconsidered that harebrained idea, drawing the conclusion there's not even
the most farfetched of a chance that could be true. He was way to into it
and never once exhibited a single trace of inhibitions for the first time.

    That was the first time albeit far from our last sexual escapade and
another followed very shortly thereafter . . .

    Since I sleep in the buff and if I have an unusual and sudden urge to
drain the vain or upon occasion go for a late night snack, I go in the
nude. Why bother putting anything on when going bare balled is so
liberating. On one particular Friday night about 1 or 1:30 am or was it
early Saturday morning (as it so happened there was a full moon), whichever
way you look at it, I roused quite thirsty and pretty much ambled in a
somnolence state to the kitchen opened the refrigerator for a bottle of
water to get a swig that I kept chilled for that eventuality. Mere seconds
thereafter unbeknownst to me Barry also staggered in zombie like, that was
lit by only the light emitting from the open fridge. I literally bumped
into my roommate or was it he into me, whilst I was bent over with my head
inside the refrigerator. In any case my I felt a stab with something both
soft, yet stiff and I had a sneaking suspicion as to what it was and
virtually instantaneously I was sporting an erecti on. I spun around and
then instinctively glanced downwards to see the source for my excitement
was that he had indeed jabbed my ass with his dick. My still woozily roomie
was in the very same condition with that awesomely hot-rod jutting from his
loins twitching away, ready to perform. Our collision half woke him where
he glimpsed my crotch to see I was turned on as well and then I queried,
"Hey their Barry, are you horny too"? With our erogenous zones primed for
action; my little head took over and there was no turning back since my
pre-launch sequence was activated. He rubbed each eye as one would if one
was waking up from a surrealistic dream then. It took a moment for the
lefty regain full consciousness and then he responded, "You bet I am". I
gazed into Barry's eyes to see them lit up from within, dancing with desire
by long suppressed lust for a taste of cock flesh. With each of us denuded
and also hard as the Rock of Gibraltar in such proximity those two facts
turned our
 libidos into incendiary devices and in my experience there is only one way
to extinguish that sort of a blaze, leaving only one outlet for either of
us. His four little words prompted me to completely forget about why I came
to the kitchen in the first place, do to my brain function being reduced to
the intelligent of a fried shrimp. So instinctively I grabbed him by the
hips, pulling our overexcited bodies together and then with phalluses and
torsos pressed in-between each other I planted another whammy kiss on his
luscious lips. Following a rather lengthy smooch where we attempted to suck
the lips off each other's faces, along with some mutual ass fondling, while
synchronously our rigid masts slithered in a Princeton rub betwixt our
lower rock solid abs, again thanks to my capacious reservoir of clear leaky
liquid. Then scans a single word to my complete delight and total surprise
he discontinued the kiss, fell to his knees, swooping down upon my
nethermost regions as if he was paragon falcon chasing his prey. Barry
found my oozy glans yielding massive quintiles of pre-sex fluid then his
lingua vaulted from his mouth akin to a lizard. He voraciously nestled his
face in-between my thighs and then lavished over my one eyed cyclops then
licked along my cock ridge, taking the plum hued helmet between his anxious
lips and then proceeded to sample his first ever cock. I was enwreathed
into his warm and inviting oral receptacle then his initial cocksucking
ensued. His first attempt at giving head was a mite sophomoric, however, he
quickly became acclimated to having an erect cock down his pharynx and was
developing the knack for sucking cock on the spot and very soon he was
hoovering me. My fledgling roommate became more adapt in servicing my tool
with each tongue slurp and in record time he was able to bury his nostrils
in my short and curlies as though he'd given head to an untold member of
guys. As he synchronously palmed and squeezed my scrotal-sac w ith his
right palm leaving the left hand free to stimulate his own rod. I remember
saying to myself, "Barry's transcend the one more hurdle since he's now
starving for a stiff dick, which just so happens to be mine". I was wholly
unprepared for the lip service although ecstatic, letting out a wail
"AH--HH--HH--HH . . . S--S--S--U--U--U--C--C--C--K--K--K--MM--MM--MEEEE
. . . UM--UM--UM--UM" as I held each side of his head in my hands. 2
possibility 3 minutes later (who the hell keeps time while being
sucked-off) it accrued to me the fridges door was still standing wide
open. I cautiously took a few steps forward and my tyro cocksucker moved
with me then I shut the door. After which Barry must've gotten himself a
strong whiff (obviously his first ever) of the infectious, musky and
arresting scent emanating from any dudes ball-sac, as that powerfully
masculine aroma flooded his olfactory receptors. The lefty relinquished my
steely shaft with a vociferous plopping sound and then do ve headlong upon
my cum stodgy, low-hanging twin danglers where he lapped at those boys in a
circuitous motion, most savagely. One of my loose nuts was taken inside his
oral pore, sloshed around between his cheeks then preceded to bathe my
heavy nuts in a hormone-induced fervor. As Barry's nose nuzzled in my
forest of pubis hairs his lingual folded into the soft skin of my pendulous
testicles taking deep breathes as he inhaled the pungent smell as I became
all too aware of hot breath venting from his nostrils. I notified my
scrotum licker with, "OOOH YEAHH, that's what I reeealy love, you're making
. . . M--M--M--M--MY . . . B--B--B--B--BALLS . . . F--F--F--F--FEEL
. . . S--S--S--S--SO
. . . F--F--F--F--FUCKIN'--G--G--G--G--GOOD". Following the bathing of my
right golf ball-sized orb it was unsheathed covered in slobber the very
same process was repeated on my slightly lower hanging duplicate. Only
after each one had a thick coating of saliva and received a thorough going
over,
 which was a most enjoyable tongue lashing did he surrender my slick
sac-a-nuts form captivity. Meanwhile as he was assailing my semen stodgy
boys I reached downward to tweak his ultra sensitive left nipple to
stiffness and then applied the very same action upon its double. Following
one fantastic tonguing of my sperm weighty testicles he returned to
servicing my raging suck stick with oodles more per-sex fluid flowing that
was captured on his outstretched lingua. Barry began blowing me with a
vengeance as he again toyed with my balls driving me wild as I went, "Oooh
yeahhhh man, mess with my nuts . . . make me shoot a big load . . . drink
my tasty cream down". To my utter astonishment the way he utilized his
lingual closely approximated that of a pro enabling Barry to slurp along my
cocks entire length as lips plunged up and down giving me a most
extraordinary suck job (effectively deep throating me), very nearly right
out of the gate. I then thought, "Damn he didn't scarp a s ingle tooth
along my shaft; he doesn't need one word of instruction in giving blowjobs
to a guy, neither. How the fuck does that happen on your first time going
down on a dude"? It wasn't all that long until my legs became wobbly and
enervated forcing me to hold tightly onto both sides of his head in an
attempt maintain my equilibrium as he continued hoovering my iron hard rod
as if he was attempting to suck the very marrow from my bones. The more
strident my roomie sucked me, only accelerated the waxing of his surging
member becoming nothing more than a obfuscate. Barry ceased only
intermittently to swirl just the tip his lingual over my ultra sensitive
spongy knob quite similar to a whirling dervish and then commenced working
up and down the supersensitive underside a couple more times. I apprised my
cocksucker, "OHHH YESSS, your tongue feels FAN-tas-TIC. Suck me". After
getting his fill of my shaft he concentrated on my gooey helmet,
fastidiously shellacking my bulbous senti ent corona until it was glossy as
glass, taking all my clear fluid in the process where again I very nearly
ejaculated on the spot. He held off a moment or two and serviced my
ball-sac a little more then returned to feasting upon my cock shaft with
wild abandon and this time Barry was first catapulted to a climax. The
lefty erupted in a barrage of man cream congenial to the nozzle of a fire
hose squirting at full force squirting the tiled burgundy floor under me
and splashing my bare feet or maybe doused is a better word for it. Again
muffled moans were elicited as he continued to suck my rigid column as I
felt his warm spent sperm seeping in-between the toes on each foot as I
flexed them. Barely a moment later endorphins flooded my brain, infusing
every neurotransmitter in my body as my nut juice began its rapid path from
the overheated cum cache. I became languid in the knees, my entire body
started quivering, my toes curled up, as my breathing became shallow and
rapid, my hi ps thrust forwards, my ball-sac pulled up tight against my
cock root and I fired a deluge of manly nectar into his cum thirsty oral
orifice consistent with the firing of a howitzer with eminence
pleasure. "OOOOH, AHA--UM--M--M-M" then uttered "OOOOH FU--UC--CC--KK
. . . take mmmmy cummmm". He compelled although I don't believe I need to
ask because he would have regardless. Blast after blast hit the back of
Barry's pharynx as mouthfuls passed over his taste buds, past his tonsils
and cascaded downward as I again cried out in primal sexual elation,
"UM--MM--MM--MM . . . AH--AH--AH--AH". He managed to consume each and every
last drop of my delicious and creamy protein fortified foodstuff sending me
into a euphoric haze. And so far as I could tell he did not have one single
gag reflex, whatsoever and that capability profoundly astonished
me. Subsequent to my laborious but still remarkably enjoyable apex he
discontinued the vacuum suck job and as any seasoned cocksucker he didn't e
gress me until I became mollified inside his comforting mouth. He let my
scrumptious spent sperm dance on his palate then my cocksucker stood up and
my hands dropped to his shoulders with to keep from falling on my ass, in
sheer exhaustion leaving each of us satisfied to the nth-degree. I stepped
backwards against the fridge door pulling Barry with me and quickly kissed
him while there was still a remnant of my molten hot cream inside; creating
a frothy cum and saliva miscellany and we shared the savory brew, playing a
bit of tonsil hockey as we held onto each other for stability. He performed
something like an enthusiastic and curious whelp, getting his very first
sample of cock. I ended the smooch then catching my breath and the panting
ceased to heap praise upon him musing, "You hoovered my shaft like very few
ever have and spit polished my dickhead so well my own reflection is
visible but sincerity man, you gave me a most IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE blowjob
for a first timer. You d on't have near the naivete I suspected and in my
humble opinion you're a natural born cocksucker, if ever there ever was
one. Thanks, Barry". The newly initiated fellator then licked his lips as
looked me in the eye with a smug little grin on his face, relishing in the
reality of just having sucked his very first cock. He then became very
candid (usually so in regards to the subject of sex) citing, "You know, I
only recently how to play a skin flute from watching tons of queer
porn. But never had the nerve or the opportunity to put any of that carnal
knowledge to use 'till now that is. And you know, I think the full moon
tonight may of had a little something to do with it. There's one other
thing, D J. I eavesdropped as you watched porn videos late at night and
heard all those loud, fuck me's; suck me off's and moans and groans coming
through your rooms wall. I figured you thought I was asleep but I did
really get off on them and they made my orgasms so much more intense then u
sual as I imagined fucking your fine ass or playing your skin flute. In
fact I do love the addictive taste and creamy texture of jism, either my
own or yours. I don't know about most guys, but I always gobble my own down
after shooting all my jizz". Full moons have that kind of effect on you do
they" then I had to know so I inquired "why didn't you bust my door down
one of those nights and have you way with me, tell me that"? He was parry
to my question and gave me a rather cleaver answer of, "Well, to tell you
the truth I was way too busy with big Willie and besides you do recollect
what happened the first time, right"? "Yeah, I do" then I changed the
subject and quarried, "so tell me chocking the chicken must be how males
refer to jerking-off where you hale from"? "Why, yes it is". I was
downright overjoyed that he definitively succumbed to the latent desires
he'd harbored for ages that I believed to be highly improbable occurrence
until the moment it actually accrued. The fa ct that he made known his true
sexual orientation the way he did with actions not, words warmed the
cockles of my heart. I deemed he was introduced to gay sex by his erstwhile
housemate's porn and merely mimicked them with a remarkably talented oral
technique as he sucked me off, and yet, I was the one who indoctrinated him
and took some solace in the belief; that during a most climactic point in
Barry's life I facilitated his first gay encounter in some minuscule
way. Moreover, I also think I deserve a little credit in that I was
triumphant in helping my demure roommate in surmounting that wall around
him. I never mentioned to him that I was incredibly frustrated sexually by
him I didn't see the point in doing so; moreover I sensed he was well aware
of that factoid. Barry then asked me to spend the night in his king size
bed and I was all too happy to except his invitation. It felt wonderful
sleeping in the nude with another male once again and upon our alfresco
awakening with
 sunlight streaming through the window there were two new urgent cases of
"morning dick" to contend with, commanding our attention. As we laid
side-by-side we swiftly and zealously executed another hot and steamy
mutual morning j o. Where I once again tweaked his tiny nipples causing
them to stand up firm cognate to a sharpened number 2 pencil with our
bedroom antics culminating in each of us at exactly the same moment
blasting salvo after salvo of viscid cum sauce taking a trajectory
synonymous with Old Faithful in quick succession upon one another's lanky
naked forms I as my ejaculate arched towards Barry his did the same,
landing on me. Two massive wads of odorous pearl white cream imbued the
room, which we inhaled and in turn was savored by both of us. Afterwards,
we cleaned one another up with our lingua's and then was us required a
respite and then my roomie donned his usual skivvies while I naturally
stayed in the altogether. Subsequently we prepared and then voraciousl y
ate a hearty prandial (late breakfast) consisting of a shot stack of
hotcakes, two slices of crisp bacon and a tall ice cold glass of orange
juice, apiece. Henceforth, we became doff bedfellows for the night whenever
the mood struck us for ephemeral-pleasures. He posthaste acquired an
infinite, unruly and wolfish appetite for cum and scoffed down every single
delightful drop of my scrupulous nectar on a near per diem basis. And still
the he had not acknowledged to me the all too apparent fact he was gay as
one can be.

    Little did I realize precisely how much Barry was inexplicably drawn to
my ass, until that is late in afternoon the very next day after only
minutes of my arrival home from work? I don't mean to boast or anything
(it's the hubristic in me) but my sinuous gluteus maximums and quads are
positively stunning if I don't say so myself and taut enough to bounce a
quarter off of. Perhaps that's why for years an untold number of guys have
leered at buns in an inevitable manner, many of whom beseeched of me in
dire lust to fuck my ass, which was rather flattering I must say. Anyway,
out of the blue my roommate finally owned up to the source of his expertise
in the ways of gay sex. Notifying me, "You know; to tell you the truth,
while living in the house with my collage buddies I snuck into there rooms
to watch their porn videos while they were at work, which is instrumental
to my know-how of playing the skin flute and fucking butt, both" the lefty
then espoused with a chuffed gleam i n his eye, "Say D J, big Willie wants
your hot as a jalapeno ass really bad, can he fuck you up the ole wazoo? I
know having a hard johnson up my butt feels absolutely fantastic". I asked,
"And you know this because"? Barry further confessed, "It all steams from
watching all those porn guys with their johnson's sliding in and out of
each others asses and they seemed to love it. So I thought what the fuck, I
may as well give it a shot with a dildo to see for myself what it fells
like. So a number of mouths ago I started fucking myself before we moved in
with a 8-1/2" dildo and I'm not whistling Dixie here. And you know it's the
most extraordinary feeling I have ever had. It's the real McCoy, or at
least it seems that way to me". Once again I was fawned and almost
inarticulate; and said to myself, "Hot damn, Barry thinks I'm fucksome and
finds my body a big turn on" while still managing to emphatically state "so
you want to bury "big Willie" inside me or as you say fuck me up the ol e
wazoo, do you"? Of course I was more then amenable and readily acquiesced
to my roomies will and stated "as a matter of fact I'd be honored for my
ass to be the first you fuck. I only ask that you take it slow and easy
because it's been a while since I was last fucked". He lamented to me,
"You're incorrigible, D J". "Yes, this is true" then joshing him I
commented, "Your much like the Energizer Bunny in those Television
commercials for batteries, you two keep going and going" then further
explained "seriously though, your sex drive has unending stamina like mine,
ever ready to fuck and/or suck. You have turned into a randy little devil
and that's mighty ballsy of you asking to fuck me, which is one quality I
really do love in a dude. So that's how you've been getting your jollies
all this time alone in your bedroom, self-abusing your ass with a rubber
dick and you like 'em big, huh. That's a must-see scene for me and here I
thought you were only chocking the chicken in there,
 Barry". He stated, "D J, Your one to talk, since from where I'm standing
you seem to be very horny your own self" and then divulged "you're right
about me, I am very randy. I guess it's because I'm big is the reason why
other big Willie's get me all excited, whether there real or not". "Well
then, you have to give me demonstration of exactly how you've been wielding
that dildo". "Sure, I'll give you a demo" then he notified me "but right
now, I'm going to fuck the bejesus out of you". "Bring it on. I want your
big dick up my ass. I want you deep inside me and if sucking my dick was
any indication as to how well you can fuck I will definitely love it,
Barry". We ran lickety-split to his bed where both of us striped down
pronto and then I laid down supine brought both knees to my shoulders
placed them on the mattress, nestling them against my armpits. That's my
favorite position to get fucked in, leaving me with the ability to
contemporaneously beat-off; I'm limber so it's one
 particularly easy task for me. Each time I'm fucked I thoroughly love
cumming at the precise instant as my ass fucker empties all of his creamy
ball sauce into me that I am able to time perfectly. It makes for the most
explosive, awesome and mind numbing orgasm imaginable. If it was at all
possible for me to suck myself off I'd surly do so, I have made numerous
attempts, and yet alas I'm not quite that agile. My roommate lubed up the
fissure of my butt crack as I did the same to his beefy member and also
prepared myself for the oncoming assault with very high
expectations. Meanwhile 2 of Barry's fingertips passed thru the visible
valley of my ass then inadvertently where dragged across my fleshy fun
bridge (the space twixt your balls and fuck aperture) a.k.a. the slang term
taint and I very nearly leapt up off the bed in sexual bless and he probed
my already quivering hole, adequately greasing it. He then swiftly lubed up
himself and aimed that gargantuan ass stretcher of his at my pink rosebud,
piercing my ass ring with his bayonet of male splendor. The banana
curvature of his erect shaft allowed Barry to ease it up my butt chute,
slow and steady like and following the invasion of my manhole with his fuck
pole there was a minuet amount of pain. I moaned, "Eeooww" then grimaced a
bit until he was past my sphincter muscle then after becoming fully
skewered with his entire mega-sized shaft inside, I rapidly became
reacquainted to having a cock embed inside me up the hilt and the pain
subsided. He then proceeded to pummel me for all he was worth with that
8-1/2" man rammer and from the outset he was one rabid butt fucker. I
told my novice backdoor assailant, "Drive it home, its feeling . . . sooo
damn go--oo--od . . . Fuck me hard, slam your balls against my ass, ram it
into me" he did, which only elicited vociferous wails of, "OH YES, YES
. . . F--F--F--U--U--U--C--C--C--K--K--K . . . MEEE. OOOH YEAHHH, Fuck me
Barrrry . . . fuck my ass hard". I fe lt his semen laden enormous nads
repetitiously slapping hard against my buttocks, as he gave me one high
velocity hip driven, full-throttle pounding. He utilized "big Willie" to
its maximum advantage and the strident precision of his pelvic plunges only
intensified as the slamming of his raging mast penetrated deep into me,
whilst stimulating my prostate gland, catapulting me into the
stratosphere. As his steely mast slid in and out I could clearly see his
dimpled flexuous gluts ripple with each and every power lunge my roomie
employed only propelled me ever closer to complete and total delirium. I
moaned, "AH--HH--HH--HH . . . FU--UU--UC--CK--MEEEE" then announced, "OOOOH
YEAHHH . . . it fucking hurts . . . SOOO DAMN G--O--OO--O--OD". He was
driving me wild as we started passionately moaning something fierce until a
few ravenous minutes later he began to void the contents of his sperm
stodgy balls into my bowls as my cheeks tautly contracted around his
mast. Barry cried out in
 uproarious fashion, "OOOOH FU--UC--CK, D J . . . your ass feels so damn
good . . . UH--HH--AH . . . MMM--MPH". We were in the throes of absolute
beatitude as each reached our thresholds not coincidentally together as I
erupted in ribbons of pearl white cream as he injected my anal canal with
one titanic-sized sizzling hot cum wad. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed
over us enlisting moans cognate to a banshees from us, "AW--AW--AW--AW--AW
. . . OHH--HH--HH--HH--HH" as I splashed my chin, chest and stomach at
precisely the same instant, as I'm always able to. After the newbie
pulverized me both of us collapsed in a tangle of sweaty bare flash, with
him still occupying my love canal up to the root and then he laid a big
sloppy French kiss on me. Our linguas began dancing back and forth in what
I was positively sure was the lefty's first deep and soulful smooch even
though both of us felt enervated. As far as I was concerned it was one
zenith of an orgasm and that I genuinely lux uriated in and I was positive
he reached an entirely new conjugal plateau. Plus the physically of it all
left each of us 100-percent spent, dog tired and played out and the
sensation of another man lying on top of me with his cum juice inside me
was tremendous. The way Barry beleaguered my fuck chute was the style of
naked-aggression that I've grown to have an unequivocal penchant for and he
demonstrated, still another newfound prowess. Subsequent to a brief
recuperation period I again lauded the neophyte, "You jack hammered me
something fierce which felt oh sooo terrific, fantastic and awesome. It was
one abso--fucking--lutely hot and torrid, pile driving experience and the
creme de la creme of ass fucking, Barry". His grin grew wider as each
superlative escaped from my lips. The first time fucker then looked me
straight in the eyes with another smug smile on his face; and again
relished in the realization of what actually transpired, as he became beat
red, sucking up the adul ation. Again he quipped, "I had a helluva fucking
time myself and all this flattery you're heaping on me is over the top". I
then informed him, "You're turned in to a real fucking sexual spark
plug". "I like the way fucking sexual spark plug roles off the
tongue". After a fashion we summoned enough energy to prepare a little
supper (as Barry referred to it) this time with both of us in the buff. I
set to preparing us a meal comprising of spaghetti and meatballs with
garlic toast and this time with both of us in the buff. He seemed to have
caught the nudity bug and commenced emulating me by prancing around the
apt. without a stitch on, letting his oversized genitalia free-hang in a
most splendiferous or grandiose-style, pleasing me to no end.

    I shall never ever forget either of those first 2 evening that we gave
in to our hedonist needs because for me both were highly rakish, in a most
salacious sense. Prior to falling asleep that evening I did a little
thinking and surmised all those untold hours of viewing porn was a real
erudition for him where he learnt all the intricacies of gay sex via some
sort of osmosis process, merely whetting his appetite for our future
encounters. Then it donned on me, I construed correctly, the reason why
living with his 3 gay housemates necessitated he move out, was because they
were in fact driving him totally insane with sexual frustration.

    After nightfall the very next day Barry informed me of an overnight
epiphany and then gave me the best news I could have possibly ever wished
for. The way he relayed his illuminating moment with a message being, he
had to promptly come out of the closet, which is precisely what
happened. Ultimately affirming to me the painfully obvious and
incontrovertible truth that he was gay enabling him to swiftly cultivate a
panache, all his own. I was deliriously happy and told him, "That reminds
me of the famous quote form one of Shakespeare's plays unless I am mistaken
that goes, "to thyn own self be true" words I've always tired to live
by". My roommate then commented, "That's an ideal to strive for". I
presumed the way he rationalized coming out in his head went something
along the lines of, I'm 25 years old and I still have not admitted to
another living sole that I am gay so I may as well get it off my chest and
tell D J, since he already knows. His ordeal was such a slow and ar duous
endeavor full of fits and starts but he triumphed, surpassing the final
hurdle of the gay litmus test with flying colors as he overcame the
previous obstacles along the way proving his artfulness in very nearly all
matter of gay sensuality beyond a shadow of doubt. Following the heavy
weight being lifted off his shoulders he had a head-in-the clouds mentality
so then and there I decided to celebrate the glorious occasion. Doing so by
fixing diner that consisted of grilling a pair of 1/2" thick and juicy
filet mignons, nuking 2 potatoes, while steaming some veggies and then
Barry poured a libation of rose wine for each of us. Setting at the table
before beginning our meal we toasted in a conciliatory gesture to a long
and fruitful friendship and then for dessert both of us had a slice of New
York style cheesecake. That solidified our camaraderie and following dinner
we got nice and comply on the couch canoodling each other to watch one of
our favorite TV programs the knee sl apping hilarious "Seinfeld" that we
viewed weekly. Inasmuch as, I expected him to become a mite more aggressive
sex wise the very next day he did not disappoint. He became very assertive
the antithesis of his formerly demure self by proceeding to shamelessly
seize and then fondle the contours of my taut rotund gluts and/or caress my
nethermost regains particularly my ball-sac and other times merely rub up
against me at nearly every opportunity. For instance, as I was
loading/unloading the dishwasher, vacuuming the carpeting or bent over for
any reason at all. He remarked, "I can never get enough of caressing your
hot ass and squeezing those nads of yours, DJ" and that I flat out
loved. It brought to mind an episode of "Seinfeld" when Jerry's girlfriend
was in his apartment naked as he and Kramer thought up hilarious comments
in regards to her nudity, I conveyed it to Barry and he concurred with
me. Following his 2nd actual gay encounter virtually overnight the dynamics
of our r elationship veered greatly, taking the path I wanted to go down
since a few short weeks after moving in together. It turned into a highly
robust and eroticized one where we essentially became fuck and suck
buds. With my roomie either pummeled me like a crazed rhino or executed a
tight jawed suck job upon me where he's ever increasingly talented lingual
performed its magic to satisfy his unending carnal cravings and in the
process fast developed into one highly consummate fellatio artisan/phallic
worshiper or maybe better yet a all round certifiable sex maniac. Barry did
not, could not curb his enthusiasm for my cock or ass one iota, in fact he
ramped it up to downright unrestrained proportions. He loved draining my
ball-sac of every single little millimeter of creamy nectar in fine-spun
form I might add on a near per diem basis. Things typically went very much
like this in the early evenings when he was most often in a playful
mood. With a come hither look in his eyes he'd say,
 "Com'ere D J, I got something in my hand for sexy high ended jalapeno
pepper ass" as he jerked on "big Willie" in its bone hard state". Knowing
full well what he had on his mind I asked anyhow, "And what might that be"?
"Why, it's my hot big Willie of an 8-1/2" ass poker of course and he's
looking for a warm and tight home for the night". I just loved to here what
he wanted to do with me and that was all it took for me to become so
aroused that I could hardly stand it. Then I respond, "My ass is ever ready
for that big red hot poker you wield so well". I for one was very pleased
he at long last started to initiate sex and we then went at it much like a
pair of wild animals in heat.

    Incidentally, later that same week he gave me that must-see dildo demo
he'd promised earlier, after his aforementioned red-hot "big Willie"
utterance and preceding dinner. We skedaddled to Barry's bed where I found
out he'd previously made provisions with everything out and ready to go. We
got right down to it beginning with a much more intense tonsil hockey
session where our tongues seemed to be vying for dominance while
synchronously we pumped each other's stroke poles. For our first dildo
fuck-cum-jerk-fest he laid down supine and then asked me to grease him
up. I was happy as can be to comply then he bent both knees, placing each
foot on the bed where I applied a liberal amount of lube to his anal
opening. Then with my legs stretched out along each side of him I began to
probe the uncharted terrain (by another's hand at least) and then let my
fingertips pass over his fleshy fun bridge, which all but caused him to
become airborne. I then inserted my middle and index digi ts inside up to
the 2nd phalanges as my roommate smeared some more grease the length of his
rubber fuck stick and then to the 3rd phalanges. I carefully espied as
Barry inserted the 8-1/2" sex toy up his rectal aperture much like a knife
through a stick of butter very nearly the size as his own dick then the
anal pummeling hastily and rampantly ensued, using both hands. Meanwhile I
commenced to piston his primo mast using my right hand with equal
enthusiasm thus leaving my freehand to use on my own 7-1/2" dick. He was
squirming and squealing very much like a stuck pig within seconds as I as
he wielded the imitation dick in and out of his fuck chute as if his life
depended on it with mechanical precession. With are semen sticky stroke
sticks being no more then a couple of inches apart I had quantum amounts of
pre-cum dew flowing in no time, transferring a palms worth to his pulsating
8-1/2" member then began stroking him fervently and the velocity of his
dildo lunging kept pa ce with my hands. Jacking-off both of us in a
contemporaneous fashion isn't the simplest of acts to accomplish unless one
is ambidextrous, which I'm not. With a little practice I was pretty much
able to pump each of our columns in unison since I wanted us to cream
together, if at all possible. I recall thinking at that very moment, "This
is a fucking huge turn on". In short order Barry was nearing one highly
explosive orgasm no doubt due to his manhandling of that dildo, stimulating
his prostate gland with my accompanying manipulation of him. So I sped up
the jerking of my cock and in less than one minutes time we began spewing
herculean size wads of cum in a synchronal manner as I bemoaned
vociferously, "AH--AH--AH--AH--AH--AH . . . OHH--HHH--HHH--HH--HH" and then
he cried out, "OO--OO--OPH . . . GGGAAAHHH" while his molten hot jizz
sprayed my face, neck, chest and groin. While mime squirted the dildo
handler on the chin, neck, chest and abdomen then our hands came to a stop
a nd that singular odoriferous, masculine aroma engulfed the room once
again. Our extremely forceful orgiastic dual ejaculatory resulting from
Barry's self-inflected pummeling in accordance with my stroking each of us
in practically total unison was most vehement. And with all the writhing
along with rambunctious jouncing about by us, it was a wonder we were able
to even stay on the bed. Our clinched fists were left coated in spent
nectar and my roomie lapped up the delightful juice off my right hand,
whilst I did the same to his left and both had the viscosity of maple
syrup. We then kissed and shared the highly delectable combination of
toothsome ejaculate/saliva. After our lip lock ended if memory serves, I
then recounted to him, "WOW, now that was what I'd call
entertainment. Watching you thrust that huge dildo in and out of your ass
was an energized, IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE sight to behold; I've never seen
anything like it. And damn Barry, I don't know if it was because you were
 self-fucking or what, but when you shot all your jism was the most
powerful physical as well as vocal orgasm I've ever seen by any dude to
date. You had fits of convulsions almost to the point of violent". He
retorted, "The reason was our whole encounter was very risque with you
chocking my chicken while I fucked myself. It was by far the best climax of
my whole entire life so far and it was all due to you" and then with the
very best Elvis impersonation he could come up with the lefty goes,
"thankyouthankyouverymuch, D J". "You're quite welcome and I got off on it
big time, myself. Do you mind, if I ask were you bought your dildo"? "Nope,
not at all, mail order is how I got a hold of it. There's not a chance in
hell I'd ever walk in to one of those adult sex emporiums that peddles
those sorts of things". I cackled and then followed with, "That's pretty
much what I thought". Thinking back on all of the aforementioned sexual
activity between us I concluded it had to be all the pheromones Barry
expelled that stimulated my instance attraction for the Southern cutie and
vice versa. Years prior to us engaging in bedroom athletics I tired giving
oral to just one another dude and it became a one time only thing since I
did not enjoy it at all nor did I care for the taste of cum. I never
entertained a single afterthought of blowing any another dudes cock that is
until all of a sudden for some inexplicably strange reason I felt an
exceedingly strong impulse to suck my sexy roommate off. It's quite
possible the wherefore originated from something that comes to mind I said
to myself one night before he first sucked my dick. That was, "Damn it, I
cannot believe Berry's more versatile then I when it comes to sex. It's
more than a little embarrassing and there's no way I can let that stand"
then a new observation accrued to me after he sucked me off "he's a
cocksucker extraordinaire". That was an epiphany of mine, forcing me on the
spot to acquire an entirely new
 perspective on servicing a guy so bestowing blowjobs and then swallowing
his cum became 2 major vices in the most pleasurable since of the word. I
am giving it the old collage try; however, I've yet, to deep throat his
well hung member, try as I might in a valiant attempt I could not there was
to, too much gagging on my part I continue striving to achieve my more
proficient counterparts innate adroitness.

    To put it succinctly I promptly overcame my apprehension in respect to
an intimae physical relationship with a guy and the anxiety I felt
dissipated also.

    By that juncture, I was drooling at the mouth from the mere thought of
getting Barry in a denuded state in the previously specified remote little
savanna I've visited since age 13 and knew like the back of hand for a lewd
tableau or a bit of hedonist debauchery (to appease my burgeoning and
utterly uncontrollable sensualist lust for him), which in my mind was quite
germane for each of us. I told him, "If the truth be told, I've never had
me a cherry ass that's never been fucked with a real dick like yours, and I
want it so damn bad. Then I'll suck your BIG HOT dick until you shoot all
your jizz and then swallow all that mighty tasty cum of yours, in the great
outdoors". He was pleased to here my intentions and shot back with, "I'm
ready for it any ole time you are, D J". So very shortly thereafter we
headed for that placid cloistered region in the nearby woodlands for a
nooner on a balmy, azure day and thereupon we summarily stripped one down
another than participated in a bit of au naturel frolicking. We rapidly
sexed up each another and then had ourselves one profound ballock naked of
a steamy time, let me tell you. To prepare him I advised the lefty in no
uncertain terms as he had me umpteenth times beforehand, "I'm going to fuck
the bejesus out of you". To, which he retorted, "Bring it on, D J bring it
on. I'm good and ready for your johnson". I then probed the still obscured
fuck chute of his with my fingertips passing thru his fleshy fun bridge
again and greased the pink opening and then commenced to deflower Barry's
inter sanctum with my 7-1/2" stiffie, drilling him royally, doggy-style
and he thoroughly loved taking me up his cherry love canal (with an
bona-fide cock) and the aftermath was I effused him with a bucket load of
my jism with a meteoric like orgasm, however, I would not allow him to
ejaculate not quite yet, anyway. I nuzzled myself betwixt his loins and
then fellated his 8-1/2" of highly serviceable nature, ready to eat meat
and went hog wild, assailing his hypersensitive helmet and rigid column of
male splendor. I also lambasted Barry's ball-sac completely draining his
cum leaden repertory of its manly juice where he caterwauled at the very
moment I sampled his essence. Our entire milieu was one nude and lewd,
absolute nirvana of a sexual escapade beyond my wildest expectations.

    Suffice to say our nooner brought to fruition my favorite longstanding
sex reveres very much the same as the sexy porn studs perform in several of
my especial scenes contained on my videos. However, that's a whole other
story with an intensely erotic uber scenario unto its self, which I gave
only a brief synopsis of and shall leave the rest to your imagination . . .

                        The End

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