Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 17:59:47 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: Jamie part 2 of 2

This story is fiction, depicting a grown man's encounter with a
young but legal college student.  Do not read this story if
graphic descriptions of sex between males offend you or if
it is illegal for you to do so.

Jamie - Part 2

     I glanced up.
     His cock, hanging in front of pendulous balls, was at eye level.
Hesitantly, I reached out to hold it.  But before touching it, a vestige of
my other life made me say, "May I?"
     "Of course," he whispered, "Do what pleases you."
     As I fondled his cock and balls, my head was swirling.  I'd never
touched--or even seen up close--another guy's equipment.  And now I
had my hands on a magnificently proportioned cock with permission to
feel, see, and smell it.  I fondled it gently, savoring every moment.  In
time, I was pleased to see that beautiful organ begin to swell.  I
continued, with great pleasure, until it was nearly erect.  Then, without a
word, he pulled me to my feet and began to undress me.  He unbuttoned
my shirt and took it off.  He removed my undershirt.  Then he gently led
me to the mirrored closet doors so I had a head-to-toe view of both of
us.  He stepped behind me.  Reaching around my waist, he unfastened
my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and pulled down the zipper on my fly.  All
the while, I watched us in the mirror as he nestled his head into my
shoulder.
     My cock was raging and dying to be free.  My briefs were already
moist with precum.  My pants fell to the floor and he reached under my
briefs, drawing circles with his finger in my pubic hair.  When he touched
my cock I moaned.  He moved the aching rod to an upright position . . .
and none too soon for it had begun to be painful.  With little delay, he
lowered my briefs and they fell to the floor.  He massaged my chest and
teased my nipples.  I could feel his cock pressing into the crack of my
ass.  I was in ecstasy already and we had only begun.
     He moved around to be in front of me, put his hands on my ass
cheeks and pulled them toward him as he thrust his hips forward.  Our
cocks ground together with my precum oozing profusely down both our
rods.  I moaned quietly again.  I grabbed his ass as he had mine and
squeezed.  I was delirious with pleasure.  I was oblivious to everything
beyond our two naked bodies.  The storm, my customer, my family were
nonexistent.  The overpowering pleasure consumed me.
     While I would have been delighted to stand locked together much
longer, he broke away and led me to the bed motioning me to lie down.
As if in a trance, I did.  He started massaging my chest then moved to
my calves.  Then back to my chest, each time working closer to my
crotch.  Then to my thighs, spreading them slightly to more effectively
stimulate the inside surfaces.  He had the most sensuous touch--gentle
yet firm--that I could ever have imagined.  He got closer and closer to my
cock, which, by this time, was so engorged that I felt it was about to
burst.  But he never touched it.  Instead, he repeated the massage with
his tongue and lips--masterfully working my chest and legs with his
warm, moist mouth.  That just about put me over the edge.  Finally, he
was licking my balls and taking them into his mouth one at a time and
then together.  My moans became louder and more frequent.  I was
completely out of control, paralyzed by pleasure.
     When his tongue touched the head of my cock, I jerked convulsively.
When his lips circled the head, I groaned loudly.  When I felt lips around
the shaft I was in a complete erotic high.  With no rational thoughts.
With no control over my actions.  I thrust my hips, forcing the entire
shaft into his throat.  I was oblivious to his reaction but my reaction was
almost instantaneous.  My cock erupted violently with the most intense,
debilitating, exhilarating, violent, profound orgasm of my life.  Wave
after wave of tremors shook my entire body as I shot I don't know how much
cum down his throat.  I was completely overwhelmed by the sensations
radiating in waves of ecstasy from my crotch to every part of my body.
     Finally--it must have been several minutes, I settled back down onto
the bed.  I was trembling and still almost paralyzed with the
overwhelming pleasure.  I could feel my rapid pulse throughout my body,
which only prolonged the ecstasy.  Eventually, my breathing returned to
normal.  But my cock was still on fire.  I looked down and found out why.
Jamie was softly licking the oozing cum from my super sensitive slit.  It
took a while for me to return from orbit.  When I did, I gasped, "God, that
was wonderful.  Beyond my wildest dreams."
     "I could tell you liked it," Jamie said dryly and then added (bless
him), "So did I."  He moved to sit next to me on the bed, laying a hand on
my thigh.  His expression seemed to be one of pleasure (I think he really
did enjoy working his magic on me.) and concern (wondering if I was all
right).  His skill at sex was remarkable but his compassion was without
equal.
     When some of my strength and senses returned, I looked at him.  He
sat cross-legged on the bed beside me.  His cock was limp.  Suddenly, I
felt selfish.  I had had the ultimate orgasm, a once-in-a-lifetime sexual
rapture.  Jamie had to feel cheated.  I said as much to him.
     "Not to worry," he said, "It was thrilling to be able to give you so
much pleasure."
     "Can I do you?" I asked, embarrassed at my awkward phrasing.
     "I'd like that."  He laid back on the bed.  I was disappointed that he
had gone limp but I would do my best to restore vigor to his meat.  I
began the sequence he had used on me, trying to be as sensuous as he
had been.  Almost before I began, however, he interrupted and asked,
"Have you tasted cum?"  I said that I had, but only my own.  "OK," he
replied, "because it's an acquired taste.  You don't have to take it in
your mouth if you don't want to."  But I wanted to; I wanted to savor his
hot young creamy cum.
     I resumed massaging his firm hard chest, paying attention to the
nipples that stood at attention for my inspection amid the fine hair that
covered his chest.  My admiration for his young firm body was akin to
worship.  Moving to his thighs, I was pleased to see that his cock was
hardening; before long it was fully engorged and inviting my mouth.  I
wanted to take it all in immediately but followed the procedure Jamie had
shown me (although my efforts were much less skillful).  The closer I got
to his cock, the harder my own became and I realized that it had never
fully relaxed since long before my spectacular orgasm.  Was that 20
minutes ago?  An hour?  More?  Whatever time it was, my cock had
been hard longer than at any time in my life.  And the ache in my groin
felt marvelous.
     I finally reached his cock.  No longer nervous, my inhibitions were
totally gone.  I wrapped my lips around the dome, which was beginning
to leak precum, and the sensation was superb.  I felt the heat of his
meat.  I tasted his precum.  I got hotter and hotter.  As my tongue circled
the head, the feelings were wonderful.  My mind's eye saw that glorious
column of young meat being ravenously licked and sucked by my eager
mouth.  I moved my lips down the shaft.  Lubricated with my saliva, the
dome slid into and out of my mouth easily, naturally, erotically.  I took
in about half his length but found it awkward to take in any more.  I
curled fingers of one hand through his abundant pubic hair while fondling
his balls with the other hand.  I was in rapture with my first taste of
cock and I wanted it to go on forever.  After a few minutes, however, I
sensed that Jamie was about to shoot his load.  I braced myself while
continuing to stroke his shaft with my mouth.
     Without thrusting his hips and ramming more cock into my mouth, he
blasted a stream of hot cum against the back of my throat.  I gagged but
managed to capture most of it and hold it in my mouth.  The sweet/salty
taste was far better than my own, mostly, I realize, because it was
coming from this young man's cock.  I formed a tight seal around his
shaft with my lips and continued stroking his now throbbing cock.
Another burst of cum filled my mouth, and a third.  It was too much to
hold; I swallowed some but more ran down his cock onto his ball sack.  I
could have kept that delicious meat in my mouth longer but he gently
pushed my head away.
     I laid down beside him, my arm across his chest, my still-hard cock
across his hips.  Finally, he looked at me and said, "I thought you were
new to this.  That was a fine blow job."  I smiled back appreciatively.
     We laid there, locked in a firm embrace, for some time and talked.  I
told him how wonderful it had been.  He said he could understand, that
he remembered his first encounter.  "But," he added, "maybe yours was
better because you waited so long."
     "Too long," I said.  "I could have had this kind of pleasure for years
if only I had had the courage to do what I wanted to do."
     "You did what you had to do," he said, "and you have a family and
good job to show for it."  His mention of my family brought guilt back to
my consciousness.  Voices from deep within me were chastising me for
being unfaithful to my wife and for engaging in what my parents and
others had called totally shameful behavior.
     But Jamie perceptively read my expression and said, "One time with
another guy doesn't have to ruin what you've achieved.  You can go
home, pick up where you left off, and still have the memory of a great
experience."
     "Maybe," I said without any conviction.  "Maybe when I get home the
routine of work, mowing the lawn, and shuttling the kids to soccer
practice will help."  Jamie asked about my children, possibly to focus my
mind on reality.  If that was his intent, it worked.  I told him about
them, taking particular pride in their achievements.
     "Sounds wonderful," Jamie said, "I'd like to adopt some kids some
day myself.  The courts are more liberal now and my partner wants a
family, too."
     "Your partner?"  I was stunned.  It had never occurred to me that
Jamie was anything but a lone gay.  I pulled away from him and sat up in
bed.  "You're living with a partner now?"
     "Yes," he said with a broad grin.  "A junior, psych major, we've been
together about 18 months now.  A really great guy."
     "But you're having sex with me," I blurted out.
     "Yes, and it was great."  He anticipated my next barrage of questions
from my expression.  "And yes, I'll tell him about what we've done.  He'll
understand.  Like I said, he's a great guy."  He no doubt could tell that I
was even more surprised.  As he resumed talking, I could tell he was
groping for words.  "Look, what we've done is pure sex.  No chances
of...well...bonding with you.  I'm not betraying my love for my partner.  I
love him and he knows it.  With you, it's..."  His groping for words
became more obvious.  "It's a favor to a guy in need and," he added
quickly, "a favor for me because I was horny as hell."  After an awkward
pause, he sat up, cross-legged on the bed and concluded, "Don't worry.
It's OK.  We both got what we needed.  And it doesn't have to damage
either of our lives."
     He sounded so very confident that he and his partner could resume
their lives together even knowing what happened.  How I envied what he
had: youth, comfort in being gay, and a great partner who understood.  I
was just as confident that, if I could resume my life at all, no one could
ever know.  And there was the nagging question: having experienced
the ecstasy of gay sex, could I even hope to resume my life?
     After considerably more reassurances from Jamie, I felt more
comfortable with the situation.  At that point, Jamie said, "So let's enjoy
the moment.  Why don't we jump into the shower and clean up."  In spite
of his wording, I was surprised when he followed me to the bathroom
and got in the shower with me.  He started to lather me in a sensual,
erotic way that I would not have thought possible.  My cock responded
by attaining an erection very quickly.  When he began to lather my groin,
he noticed the erection and remarked, "Wow, you're still at attention.
Won't it ever go down?"
     "Not when there's so much action to be had," I replied.  He took the
hint and started masturbating me, the soapy lather producing a
remarkable sensation.  With the hot shower streaming down onto the
small of my back and on my ass, Jamie worked me into a total frenzy
again.  I screamed and shot a stream of cum across his face and chest.
My legs almost gave out and I was trembling.
     But Jamie was laughing--a spontaneous, infectious laugh that came
right from the heart.  "You didn't tell me you had a repeating rifle down
here," he joked.
     I glanced down and saw my cum rolling down his cheeks and chest.
Then I laughed.  Not since high school had I ejaculated a second time so
soon.  For that matter, I couldn't remember when I'd kept a hard-on for
so long.  We rinsed, got out of the shower, and dried each other off.  He
couldn't avoid another admiring joke, "Man, you've got a permanent
woodie."
     Without dressing, we sat in the only two chairs that Day's Inn
provides.  We talked--I told him how grateful I was and how it was a life-
long dream come true.  He insisted that he enjoyed it almost as much as
I did.  I found myself casting frequent glances downward to his youthful
but firm and nicely shaped chest.  He noticed.  He moved his chair away
from the table so I could see his crotch.  He spread his legs slightly to
improve my view.  His limp cock below the furry patch of hair was a sight
to behold.  "Does my staring bother you?" I asked.
     "Not at all.  I'm flattered."  Glancing down, he added, "I'm glad to
see that your meat is taking a break."  He was right.  My member was no
longer rigid although it still tingled and ached--a glorious feeling.
     I was getting embarrassed admiring Jamie's body and said, "It's after
seven, how 'bout some food."  A pained expression returned to his face.
"My treat," I said, "or rather, my company's treat."  His eyes brightened
somewhat.  "I think I saw a burger place next door, I'll go get us some
burgers and fries."  With that, I rose quickly to dress, partly to deflect
any objections from Jamie about my buying the meal.
     When I returned, Jamie had put on his pants and was watching the
Weather Channel.  "TV says the storm's passed and the road crews are
out.  We should be good to go in the morning."  As I looked at him--that
youthful yet manly figure--I thought "I'm good to go right now," but that
was clearly not his meaning.
     After eating, I asked, "Want to get an early start in the morning?
That'll put us in Ann Arbor before noon and it will give me time to set up
for my demo."
     "Good idea," he replied, "but that means getting to bed early."  His
raised eyebrows, subtle smile, and twinkling eyes suggested that he was
thinking of more than sleep.  But he had already done so much for me, I
felt I couldn't expect or ask for more.
     "Sounds good," I said, "between the driving and the...shall we say
calisthenics...I've had quite a day."
     I set the alarm for 6:00 a.m., stripped to my briefs, and crawled into
bed.  Curiously, Jamie just sat there watching me.  "You gonna sleep in
that chair or what?" I asked.  He looked at me for just a moment, rose,
and walked to the side of the bed.  He took off his tee shirt and tossed it
aside.  He rubbed his chest and played with his nipples before slowly
and seductively loosening his pants.  He was deliberately doing a strip
tease for me.  And he was very good at it, too.  It had the inevitable
effect on me; my cock grew harder and harder.  He rubbed his soft cock
under the white cotton briefs and began gyrating his hips.  Then he
began to pull down his briefs ever so slowly and teasingly.
     When his briefs finally fell to the floor, he whispered, "Wouldn't you
sleep better after a little more exercise?"  My only answer was a broad
grin.  He pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed and removed my
briefs.  "My God," he exclaimed. "It's hard as a rock again."
     He sat cross-legged, facing me on the bed.  I reached over and
caressed the manly cock hanging down from his youthful body.  Then he
asked, "Would you like to fuck me?"
     "Love to," I answered, "but you may have to help me out.  I've never
done it."
     He quickly retrieved something from his duffel bag.  He tore open a
condom package and said, "Some guys don't like packing fudge, this will
keep you clean."  As he rolled it down my dick, I shuddered in
anticipation.  Then he spread some KY on my cock.  I felt I could cum
with only a few strokes and told him so.  "Try to hold back," he said,
"It's better that way."
     He climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest with his legs and facing
me.  Using one hand to balance himself, he used the other to guide my
dick.  He rubbed his asshole with my dick head.  The sensation was new
and wonderful.  As he worked his asshole with my dick, I reached down
and fondled his cock until it began to swell.  Before long, I felt the head
of my cock being squeezed by the sphincter of his ass.  Using his
trained and well-conditioned legs, he began moving his body up and
down, small movements at first but, as his hole relaxed and accepted
more of my shaft, the movements became more pronounced.  We were
both moaning but he said, "Hold back if you can until you're all the way
in."  I wasn't sure I could.  But I had learned, mostly from fucking my
wife, how to hold back until she was ready.  Before long, the entire
length of my rod was firmly implanted in his ass.  It felt as though he was
consciously squeezing then relaxing his sphincter; at least that was the
sensation and it was amazingly erotic.  A fleeting thought came to me
that this was far better than fucking a pussy.
     "Jerk me," he softly requested.  I eagerly complied.  He had stopped
moving up and down, leaving the entire length of my cock buried deep
into his ass.  No doubt he wanted to make it easier for me to hold back.
Soon, I could tell he was near the edge.  He resumed his up and down
motions.  I felt his ass hole moving up and down my rod.  "Together
now.  Try to hold it until I say go."  I was ready for his signal but
worried that I would let go too soon and told him so.  "Hold ... Hold ...
Hold ... Ready! ... GO!"  At his signal I ejaculated with a rousing orgasm
(my third of the night, tying record I set in High School when I got hold
of my first gay magazine).  Simultaneously, he spewed hot white juice up in
a graceful arc until it landed on my face, neck, and chest.  When our
shudders subsided and our strength returned, Jamie looked down at me
and said, "Oh, that was good.  Thanks."
     I looked up at him and said, "Good doesn't begin to describe it.  It
was fantastic."
     He gave me a sponge bath to clean off his cum, which was erotic
enough to keep me stiff.  "God damn," he exclaimed, "Don't you ever go
down?"
     "Usually," I replied, "but I guess my cock has been saving its energy
all these years for the treatment you've given it."  He laughed and
crawled into bed beside me.  On his side, he snuggled up close and
threw an arm across my chest.  I laid my hand on his limp member,
fondling it and his balls very gently.
     "Good night," he whispered.

   I woke up and checked the clock.  Five a.m.  An hour before the
alarm would go off.  Jamie was sleeping soundly on his back.  One of
my childhood fantasies popped into my mind: feeling up my playmate
while he was asleep.  What the hell, I thought, this might be the last
chance of my life.  Ever so carefully, I snuggled up to Jamie's warm
body and began to fondle his cock.  He continued to breathe slowly and
didn't move.  As I enjoyed the feel of his manhood, it began to swell.  Of
course, I already had a hard on.  Cautiously, I continued.  It grew more
until it was erect.
     He stirred and I instantly retreated.  But he resumed breathing
slowly.  I returned to the enjoyment of feeling his cock while reliving the
tremendous pleasures of the night before.  I must have been too
engrossed in my reverie because I didn't notice that Jamie was half-
awake.  I was startled when he whispered, "Want one for the road?"
     I was thoroughly embarrassed.  "Sorry," I said.
     "For what?" he asked.
     "For taking advantage of you while you were asleep."
     "Not to worry," he graciously said.  "It's a great way to start the
day."  With that, he reached over and found my cock and, of course, found
it steel hard.  "Jesus!" he exclaimed, "That thing is a marathon runner."
     He threw back the covers and swung around to a 69 position.  We
both went feverishly for each other.  I came first (of course) but he was
not far behind.  After licking up the remaining cum, he swung around
again and we cuddled blissfully until the alarm went off.
     We dressed, packed the van, hit the burger joint's drive-through, and
swung onto the northbound freeway.  Gratefully, it was fairly clear and
traffic was light.  There was not much conversation.  I don't know what
was in Jamie's mind but I was delightfully reliving the night's ecstasy
while deeply regretting that it was over.  Approaching Ann Arbor, I
handed Jamie my business card and said, "Keep in touch, will you?"
     He looked at the card, then at me.  He handed it back to me.  "Can't
do that, man.  I'm grateful for the ride and more than grateful for the
sex.  I really did enjoy being with you.  It was spectacular.  I'd like to
do it again.  Really.  But I can't."
     I was crushed.  I didn't feel he was rejecting me--but the thought
that I'd never see or hear from him again was a disappointment I had not
anticipated.  No doubt, my expression revealed my disappointment.
"Look," he continued, "you've got a life.  You've got a family.  You've got
a great job.  You've also got a serious problem you have to cope with.
You're gay leading a straight life.  You don't need me adding to that
complexity."
     Rationally, I knew he was right.  Emotionally, I couldn't accept it.
"Just stay in touch.  I'd like to know how you make out in school and so
on."  I was grasping for straws and knew it.
     "Sorry, man, can't do it.  I feel for you.  I recognize the forces
inside you.  But you're going to be facing the same decision for the rest
of your life: do I come out of the closet?  For me it was easier.  People
are not so uptight about gays now.  At least some people.  I have only
parents and friends.  They were disappointed.  Some of them angry.
Some will no longer have anything to do with me.  Your situation is even
worse.  Because of the time and place you grew up.  You have a wife.
Kids.  Job.  Reputation.  Future.  If you come out of the closet, you'll be
hurting a lot of people.  More than I did in my situation.  There will be a
lot of pain.  For you, your wife, everybody.  I just can't be a part of that."
     There was silence for several miles while I absorbed what Jamie had
said.  It was so characteristic of him, I decided, to care about me and
those around me.  It was also, I had to admit to myself, a shrewd move.
Why should he want to jeopardize his relationship with his partner by
hooking up with someone in my situation, someone almost twenty years
older than he was?  Eventually, I said, "You're right, of course.  You
don't have to be caught in the web I've made of my life."
     The counselor in him came out as he said, "You faced some damn
tough decisions.  They were right at the time.  You can't punish yourself
for the past.  But you can cope . . . as best you can . . . with the cards
you're holding."
     How could a young man have such insight and wisdom?  "I wish you
the best, man.  I really do.  If you keep on the way you've been going, I
hope your strength to handle everything keeps up.  If you come out of
the closet, I hope your new life is happy and you can use your strength
to resolve the inevitable problems."
     There was another long period of silence, which Jamie broke by
saying, "You seem kinda glum.  Whatever happens, just remember that
if you come out of the closet, you'll make somebody a great sex partner.
Last night was wonderful."
     "Thanks," I said.  I was almost in tears and found it difficult to
talk.  "You'll never know how much it meant to me."
     "I think I have a rough idea.  Your reactions and behavior said
volumes."
     It was over.  My one and maybe only gay experience.  I pulled up to
the curb on campus.  He looked and me and said, "Thanks.  And good
luck.  I really mean it."  I knew somehow that he did.  Before I could
reply, he had grabbed his duffel bag and was trudging away through the
snow.