Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 08:34:27 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: THE NOVICE
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THE NOVICE
by TY SHANNON
I looked over the hitch-hiker as I pulled out into the traffic.
His hair was a dirty blonde, and he was trying to grow a moustache,
although it wasn't coming in very good. He was wearing cutoff
jeans and a tank top, and his body looked pretty solid. I had
cruised by him twice before I stopped to pick him up, and I thought
he might be interested in some action, but I wasn't sure.
"My name's Walt," I said.
He smiled and shook my hand, "I'm Mike."
"Where are you headed?"
"Oh, up the street a ways."
"So what are you doing?"
"Just hangin' around." That sounded promising, but I still
wasn't sure.
I looked him over more closely. He was good-looking without
being pretty, and his shirt was so skimpy that I could clearly see
the muscles in his arms and chest and shoulders. He was probably
only about 5'6, but that didn't say anything about how big his dick
might be.
Shortly I had to stop for another light, so I turned to him and
asked, "Are you looking for some action?"
He kind of smiled, "What kind of action?"
I rested my hand on his thigh briefly and said, "Fucking
around."
He looked away nervously. "I'm not sure what you mean."
That sounded crazy to me -- he had to know what I meant! But
then maybe he was just new at this -- he only looked to be about 20
or so.
We were quiet for a couple minutes, and finally I suggested,
"Want to come up to my place and have a beer?"
"Sure." Then he looked over at me, "But you'll bring me back
later?"
"No problem." So I headed up to the house.
When we got there, I dug a couple beers out of the fridge and
we sat down and talked for a while. He relaxed and chatted freely,
telling me about being raised in a foster home, and about how he
played football in high school.
But time was going by, so finally I came right out and asked
him, "What do you think, Mike? Want to go up to bed for a while?"
He looked away and didn't answer. Then he lit up a cigarette
and I could see that he was pretty nervous. He was quiet, so I let
him smoke for a couple minutes and then repeated the question, "I
said, do you want to go up to bed for a while?"
Again he wouldn't answer. He just shrugged his shoulders and
looked down at the floor. But he hadn't said `No', so I figured I
wasn't off base. "You knew that was what I had in mind when I
picked you up, didn't you?"
He nodded, and that convinced me he just needed to be coaxed a
little more. So when he finished his cigarette, I stood up. "Come
on, Mike, let's go up. It'll be fun." He smiled and followed me
upstairs to the bedroom.
I turned the light on and he flopped down on the bed, so I
took his shoes and socks off. "Sit up, Mike." He did, and I pulled
his shirt off over his head. Then he lay back down, and I opened
his jeans and stripped them off -- and he lifted his hips to help
me. It looked like this was going to turn out okay after all.
He lay there in his shorts and watched as I started to undress,
and then started talking again -- another sign that he was nervous
about this. I figured I had better take it slow and easy with him.
When I got down to just my shorts, I lay down beside him and
started running my hand over his chest and stomach -- nice smooth
muscles and almost no hair, exactly the way I liked it. He just
closed his eyes and let me do it.
His pecs were just beginning to develop, and as I caressed them
and played with his nipples a little, he looked at me and said,
"Do you like that? My friends keep bustin' my ass about my tits,
and I don't know what to say."
"They're not tits, they're pecs. And most guys have to lift
weights for a long time to develop them. Your friends are probably
just jealous."
"That's good to know."
I massaged his stomach briefly, and found it firm but not
well-defined. Finally I let my fingers follow the slight trail of
hair down across his abdomen, and slid my hand down into his shorts
and caressed his balls -- his cock wasn't hard yet. His thighs
were kind of thick, but not flabby -- probably from playing
football.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked.
He smiled, "Yeah, a few times."
I smiled back, "I thought so. But it took me a long time to
be sure."
"Sorry. I'm kinda nervous about this."
"I know, but that's okay. It'll be a learning experience."
I stood up and removed his undershorts, and then took off my
own. I lay down beside him again and began to play with his prick.
I ran my hand through the blonde hair around his dick and played
with his balls, and then started to stroke him. It took a couple
minutes, but soon he was nice and stiff. His cock wasn't huge --
only 7" or so -- but it was hot and hard and circumsized, and I
loved it. But he was just laying there, letting me play with his
body.
After a few minutes I asked, "Okay if I suck on it?"
"Sure." So I swung around with my face at his crotch and
licked over the head of his cock. Then I held it with my hand and
slowly slid my mouth down onto it. I began to stroke on it, up and
down, and at the same time ran my hand over his muscled stomach and
caressed his balls.
I sucked him tight and good for several minutes, but while he
moaned softly a few times and his breathing became heavier, he made
no move towards me. Without pulling off him, I took his hand and
moved it easily over to my crotch, and then he started to play with
me. I straightened my hips around so he could get at me easier.
After several more minutes of sucking on him my lips were
getting tired, so I pulled up and just stroked him with my hand.
"This sure beats doing it by yourself," I said.
He smiled, "I already knew that."
Then I looked up at him. "Do you want to get fucked, Mike?"
He got an embarrassed look on his face and just shrugged his
shoulders.
"Have you ever been fucked before?" Again he shrugged.
I was not sure what to make of that. "Did you like it last
time?" He shrugged once more, and I laughed. "You've got to tell
me what you like and don't like." But he just shrugged. "How about
sucking my dick?" He shook his head `No', and we both laughed.
It looked like I was going to have to push him harder, so I
got up on my knees and then leaned down and kissed him. "Does that
bother you?" He shook his head so I kissed him again, long and
slow. But then I looked into his eyes, "Your last chance to say no,
Mike. You want to get fucked?" Once again he just smiled and
shrugged -- and I assumed that meant `yes'.
So I went over to the dresser and got the jar of grease, and
climbed back up on the bed next to him. With one hand I played with
his cock while I spread his legs with the other, and he cooperated,
so I figured it must be okay.
I continued playing with him while I scooped up some grease
with my finger. I reached under and found his sphincter and swirled
my finger around it some, and then slowly pushed it into him. His
face reacted a little, so I dropped my mouth down onto his hot cock
and sucked him while I worked my finger around inside his asshole.
But I could tell he wasn't responding, so after a couple
minutes I pulled up and asked, "Does that hurt?" He nodded, so I
let my finger slip out. "Then I guess you don't really want to get
fucked." He just looked away and didn't say anything. My dick was
a lot bigger than my finger, and I was sure now that he could never
take it.
I was disappointed, but I wasn't ready to give up. I sucked
his cock some more, and he reached down and played with me idly.
I tried to think of some way to get him more turned on, and then had
an idea. "Tell you what, Mike, let's watch a fuck film."
He smiled, "Okay. Sounds like fun." So we stood up, and I
picked a gay porno tape from the closet and we went downstairs to
the TV. He sat on the couch while I set up the VCR. As I sat down
next to him I noticed that his dick had gotten partly soft. But in
a couple minutes the action started in the film, and shortly his
prick was standing up firm again.
I squeezed his thigh. "Looks like your dick enjoys it."
"Of course."
My hand caressed his thigh as we watched. In the first
segment, two guys were making it beside a pool. One had a really
big cock -- must have been 10" or so -- and the other guy was
sucking on it and took it all down his throat.
"Shit," Mike gasped, "How's he do that?"
"He's had lots of practice."
We watched for a minute, and then he asked, "Are those guys
faggots?"
"You can't be sure if they're gay or not. They might be
straight and just doing it for the money. But the one doing the
sucking probably is gay -- he could never deep throat like that
without really getting into it. Besides, you can tell from his face
that he's enjoying it."
Shortly Mike reached over and started to play with my hard
prick, and I just smiled to myself. When the guys in the film
reached their cum shot, Mike pulled my hand onto his prick, and I
squeezed it and stroked it as we watched their jizz splash all over.
We continued stroking and playing with each other while we
watched the tape. In the next segment three different guys were
making it on a bed, and I mentioned, "The blonde guy is probably
not gay, because he can't even keep it hard."
"I noticed that."
Then one of the guys started to fuck another one, and I could
see Mike squirm on the couch. "What do you think, Mike?"
"It kinda turns me on to watch it, but I don't know how he
can take that big pole up his ass. That must hurt like hell."
"Not really. Once you get used to it, and learn how to
control the muscles, it feels great."
"Well, I don't think I could take that." I didn't push him.
After the three guys in the film climaxed, I clicked the TV
off. I squeezed Mike's cock again and said, "Come on, let's go
upstairs and finish what we were doing."
"Yeah. I wanna get my rocks off!"
So we went back upstairs, with our hard cocks waving in front
of us, and climbed onto the bed. I kissed him slowly, and then
moved down and sucked him for a few minutes. Then I swung up and
straddled his chest, with my hard dick bobbing above his face.
"Come on, Mike, suck it for me -- just a little." But he shook his
head. So I took my cock in my hand and began wiping it around his
face -- across his cheeks and eyes and nose, under his chin, and
against his lips.
I decided to push him a little harder. "Stick out your tongue,
Mike." He hesitated a minute but then did as I asked, and I wiped
my prick across it several times. "Stick it out a little farther."
He did, and I continued to rub my cock against it.
"See, Mike, there's nothing wrong with it,' I said. "It's
not dirty, it's not slimy, it's not disgusting -- it's just skin."
After a couple minutes his tongue was getting dry, so I backed away
from him a little and he pulled it back inside. Then I stuck my
finger at his lips and slipped it into his mouth. "See, it's no
different -- it's just skin."
When he didn't reply, I moved back up to him and held my
dick at his lips. "There's nothing to it, Mike. Just open your
mouth and I'll slide it in a little." He hesitated again, but
finally he parted his lips and I pushed into him till the head was
inside. His tongue licked over it a little, and I stroked the head
in and out a few times. Then I pulled it out and wiped the wetness
back and forth across his face. And when I put it back at his lips
he opened them and I slid into him again. I pushed it a little
farther this time, and fucked his mouth slowly for a few minutes.
"See, Mike, there's nothing to it."
Finally I pulled it out and lay down beside him, and leaned
over and kissed him. "You okay?" He nodded. His dick was still
nice and hard, so it clearly didn't turn him off.
As I played with his cock and balls, I asked him, "Was that
so bad?"
He smiled, "Not really. It's just that I've never done it
before."
"I know. But it really feels great when I do it to you,
doesn't it?"
"Oh, yeah! It sure does. It's a lot better than when my
girl friend does it."
"Well, then, why don't you lean down here and do it a little
more for me?"
Again he hesitated, but then a half-smile flickered across his
face and he replied, "I suppose I can." So he held my prick up with
his hand and moved his head over it, and slowly slid his mouth down
onto me.
I let my hand run through his hair and groaned, "Yeah, Mike, do
that." He didn't take very much of it, but he sucked it in and
out. "Tighten your lips some." He did, and that was even better.
But after a few minutes he raised up. I decided I'd better
not push him any harder this time, so I sat up and kissed him.
"Thanks, Mike, that was great." I smiled down at him, "You want to
try getting fucked again?"
He laughed, "No, I'm not ready for that."
So I moved down to his crotch and started to suck his cock some
more. I pushed onto it and took it all, with my nose buried in his
hair, and he moaned as I stroked on it.
Shortly I pulled up and swung my legs up to his face. He
gazed at my throbbing cock until I finally put my hand on his head
and pulled it towards me. Then he took the hint and sucked my dick
in, so I went back down on him and we 69-ed. And soon his hips were
thrusting into my mouth. I could hear him breathing heavily, and
knew he was getting into it.
We did that for several minutes, and I could feel that he was
taking more of my dick now. But when I felt his cock get more
rigid, I pulled off -- I didn't want him coming in my mouth. He
did the same.
It looked like all I was going to get out of this was a joint
jerk-off, so I got up on my knees and spread his legs. I straddled
one thigh and then worked my knee up under his ass, so his crotch
was thrust up in the air a bit and our cocks were pretty close
together. I grasped his hot prick and squeezed and tugged at it,
and said, "How about if we pull each other off?"
"Okay." He didn't sound very enthusiastic, but he
wrapped his hand around my cock and started to stroke it, while I
worked on him. I played with his balls and caressed his stomach
and thighs while I stroked him.
But he was only half-heartedly pulling on mine, so I told him,
"You've got to do it better than that to get me off, Mike." He
looked down to watch and started stroking it better. "Yeah, Mike,
like that -- all the way down and all the way up."
Our hands worked together for a while. Then I asked him, "Do
you ever use grease when you jerk off?"
He smiled up at me, "I never jerk off."
I just laughed. "Don't give me that shit, Mike, everyone
does. You probably do it every day."
He had to laugh, too, "Well, not every day."
But I picked up the jar of grease and put a big glob of it on
the head of his dick. I closed my fist over it and swirled it
around to liberally coat up his shaft. Then I stroked it a few
times. "How's that feel?"
He closed his eyes and lifted his hips to me, "HHHMMMMmmm.
That's great."
"I know. Now put some on me." I held the jar out to him
and he slicked me up real good. Then we began stroking each other
again. I squeezed with my fist, so that it slid tightly up and
down his shaft. "That feel good?"
He looked up at me and nodded his head. "The object is to both
get off at the same time," I said. I could hear his breathing get
heavier, and I could feel his hips thrusting up to meet my strokes.
"Squeeze it tighter, Mike, and do it faster."
He did as I told him, and I could feel my blood getting hotter.
He closed his eyes, and his head flopped back and forth on the bed
-- but he kept working on me whie I stroked him. The muscles in his
abdomen were quivering and his free leg stretched tightly towards
the foot of the bed, so I knew he was getting close.
But the sensations were getting to me, too -- his hand working
tightly on my throbbing dick, his hot cock in my hand, and seeing
his taut muscles in his arms and legs and chest. "Come on, Mike!
... Do it!! ... Don't stop!!" I lifted my crotch up away from
his thigh so my cock pointed out over his stomach.
I squeezed his balls gently and stroked him faster. "NOW,
MIKE!! I'M GONNA CUM!!" My abdomen strained and my ass
tightened, and I felt my balls pull up into my groin.
He pushed his head back onto the bed and groaned, but he kept
stroking me. I cried out, "AAAAAIIIIGGHHHHHH!!!!" And I spurted
out across his chest -- again -- again -- and again!!!
I stroked him faster and he groaned louder -- and then he
came!! And he came!! And he came!! And his jizz splashed on his
stomach and mixed with mine!
We stroked each other a few more times and then stopped, and we
just stayed there, gasping for breath and resting.
Finally I leaned down and kissed him, and said, "Great shit,
Mike!"
He got a big grin on his face. "Yeahhhh!"
I went into the bathroom for a towel, and then came back and
wiped up the mess on his chest and stomach. Then I lay down next
to him and we talked while he had a cigarette.
"You know, Mike, you've got to learn to say what you like and
what you don't like."
He thought a minute. "I know, but it's hard to talk about.
I'm not used to this."
"I'm aware of that -- now. But did you enjoy it?"
"At first I was kind of scared; but after I watched that film I
got turned on, and it turned out pretty good."
"Good. Glad to hear that. But another thing -- were you
looking to get some money for this?"
He kind of smiled, "I'm not working just now and I could use
it."
I wasn't surprised. From his lack of experience I knew that
something must have motivated him. "Well," I said, "You should
have made that clear in the beginning. I could stiff you now and
there's not much you can do about it."
"I know."
"But I'm a nice guy, and I don't do that shit."
"That's good to know."
"But let me give you some advice. If you're going to hustle
your ass for money, there's a couple things you should learn. When
you get into a car with a guy, before you say anything about sex,
you should ask him straight-out if he's a cop. And don't let him
weasel around about it, or distract you about something else. If
he won't give you a clear `no', then make like you're really
hitch-hiking and tell him to let you off at the next corner.
Otherwise you're likely to find your name in the paper, as being
arrested for prostitution."
"I didn't think about that."
"Also, if it turns out he's interested in fucking around, you
should get it straight up-front about the money -- how much he's
going to give you. And when you get wherever you're going to do it,
get the money from him before you take your clothes off. That way
there's less chance that he'll stiff you."
"I understand."
"But one other thing, Mike. If you're going to fuck around for
money, you need to learn to either give head or to get fucked. No
one wants to pay you just to jerk off."
"I suppose I'll have to. Now that you showed me, I guess I
can suck a dick. But I don't think I could ever take it in my ass,
the way those guys did in the film."
"Sure you can. Lots of guys do it -- and eventually they
learn to love it. It just takes practice."
After he finished his cigarette we got dressed. When we were
ready to leave, I stopped him at the door and kissed him. "I'm glad
you came up, Mike. I enjoyed it."
"So did I."
"Would you be interested in doing it again sometime?"
"Sure." So he gave me his phone number and I wrote it down.
"Tell me," I asked, "Would you have had the balls to ask me for
some money before we got back to town?"
He smiled, "I don't know."
We both laughed, and I drove him back to town.