Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2007 02:51:54 +0100
From: Ishtar Dark <ishtardark@email.t-com.hr>
Subject: High School Experiences - Chapter 1

My first year in high school was entirely a coming-of-age experience,
though I was only 15. I met many new people, wonderful classmates, broke
out of my shell, and even came out to all my classmates, as I no longer
saw anything wrong with being gay. None of my new friends hated me for
it, and I only seemed to attract some more attention from other people,
who wanted to know what it was like. All in all, a very enjoyable
experience.

Then came the second year, the events of which I plan to convey in this
series of stories. I don't really feel like artistically weaving my
description into the story, so I'll just lay it out here and concentrate
on the actual events - I'm 16, 5"11', and I'm basically a jock - I love
water polo and am a member of the local team. But I'm a smart jock, so
yeah... Anyway, on to the story.

We begin on a Saturday, halfway through a water polo tournament which
had gone on for the past week. We had a match with the neighboring
town's team. The problem is, I hadn't jacked off for 9 days straight
because I was constantly either out with friends, or playing matches in
the tournament, so I couldn't focus on this game at all. All I could see
were wet, trim guys in speedos, all around me, awkward physical contact
unavoidable, all in an athletic spirit, but in my mind, they were all a
bunch of hot raging gay guys looking for action. And so, I sucked. I
blundered two balls, missed three clear shots, and messed up three or
four passes. Needless to say, I knew the coach and my teammates would be
pissed at me, which only made me perform even worse. When the match
finally came to an end, we had suffered a horrible loss. I climbed out
of the water incredibly depressed, after most had already left for the
locker room. I saw two of my teammates helping a third (who had somehow
sprained his ankle), and instead of being bummed out that someone got
hurt, the friendly physical contact between them almost made me get a
hard-on, which was NOT good when you're wearing tight speedos. I just
ignored their weird looks (aiming at my sucky performance), turned
around and continued towards the locker room.

On the way, passing the showers, I found it strange when I saw some of
the opposing team members in the cafeteria, still in their speedos,
having a bite. I stopped and hollered in my deep baritone, "Hey, what
are you guys still doing here?"

A beautifully tanned blond guy turned his head and yelled back, "Just
having a bite before we take the bus back. You got a problem with it?"

"No, it's fine, it's just that normally everyone leaves right after a
match."

"Yeah, well, we're a friendly bunch." he said and took a big bite out of
his sandwich.

I nodded, and quickly responded, "Just don't slip on all the water you
brought in. We usually shower and dry up before coming in here."

"Yeah, some of us are in the locker room right now, going to take a
shower." he said. "We're too tired to care though, so we just stopped by
to have a quick bite. Sorry, man."

I shook my head and said, "It's fine. Well, see you later."

He waved a hand at me and took another bite as I continued into the
locker room, water dripping off my body all over the floor. I
immediately noticed there were a lot of guys in there, as I heard a lot
of talking. I walked down a row, past three guys (one from the opposing
team), and to my locker. They were having a casual chat about the match,
one my of my teammates sitting on the bench completely naked, and the
other turned to his locker, reaching for his speedos.

"You guys going to take a shower?", I interrupted their conversation
casually.

The opposing team's member, whose sentence I interrupted, looked at me
with deep blue eyes and said, "Hey, I'm Marco. I noticed your
performance out there... Are you in this team for real?"

I smiled softly, but before I could respond, Michael, the teammate
sitting on the bench fully nude, interrupted with, "Give him a break, he
hasn't jacked off for a week, his mind was elsewhere."

Marco gave me a playful little smile, and only then did I actually
notice how handsome he was. A bit taller than me, he had a beautiful
face, tight jaw, full lips and a somewhat curved nose, and an amazing,
tight and muscular body that clearly showed he visited the gym more
often than your average athlete. His chin-length black hair looked
amazing with the deep blue of his eyes, as did the stubble spread across
his jawline. It might've just been my horny imagination, but I could've
sworn he gave me a few lusty looks, me and my speedo-hidden package.

"I'm Dario," I said. "So, you coming into the shower with us or...?"

"Yeah, some of the other guys are already in there. Need to freshen up
and relax under the hot water," he answered, and playfully stretched his
muscles, which looked so good I felt a twitch in my crotch. I thought I
noticed another of his looks on my blue speedos, so I turned around and
waved a hand at them, "Well, I'm going," and trodded off to the showers,
feeling Marco's eyes fixed on my butt. Though again, I discarded this as
wishful thinking.

***

I ran my hand across my tight arms and chest, spreading the shower gel
while under a constant downpour of hot water. Arching my back slightly,
I scrubbed my abdomen and followed with massaging my semi-hard member
and balls, not caring about possible gazes from the other guys in the
showers (there were 7 besides me). I washed my legs and just as I was
about to do my back and hairy butt, I heard footsteps. Turning my head
slightly to the right, I saw over my shoulder Marco and Michael walking
in, talking about something. They were walking in fully nude, and my
eyes flew straight to Marco's semi-hard dick swinging in front of him,
surrounded by a thick, but neatly trimmed bush of dark hair. I quickly
returned my eyes to the front though and continued washing myself, when
I heard their steps nearing me. I hoped to god they wouldn't take
special notice of my growing and twitching cock...

Since there was another guy showering to my left, Marco and Michael came
to the two showers on my right, Michael taking the one closer to me. I
greeted them with a slight nod of the head as I absentmindedly continued
rubbing the gel all over myself, then said, "Where's Brian?"

"Oh, he wasn't planning on taking a shower", answered Michael, pouring
some gel into his hands and starting to rub himself, "he was just
changing in the locker room. Said he had to meet Dana. Beats me what he
sees in her. The girl's pretty, sure, but she is one of the dumbest
people I ever met. Every time I hear her talk, I reflexively roll my eyes."

I smirked, "No offense, but May isn't really bright herself." I shifted
my eyes quickly to Marco, just past Michael, who had also started
scrubbing the shower gel all over him, and we has already down to his
member. I quickly looked back at Michael, who continued.

"Well, May is a sweet person, the stupidity is just part of the innocent
charm, whilst Dana is just the 'dumb bitch' type," he snorted as he
started rubbing his back, then bending over to do his legs.

Marco's eyes lay upon me as he smiled slightly and said, "You have a
girlfriend too? Seems to be pretty popular around here." He gave a
quick, yet so adorable chuckle.

I felt extremely warm as I opened my mouth to speak, but then Michael
rose back up and, grinning at Marco, said, "Oh naw, man, he's..," but
then suddenly stopped and gave me a shy, inquisitive look, at which I
gave a slight nod, half-smiling. He continued, "Well... Let's just say
he likes to ram the tight ends."

Marco gave him a (yet again adorable) puzzled look, one eyebrow raised
comically, before obviously realizing what he meant. He then tilted his
head at me and said, "You're a fag?!"

I gave a quick nod, followed by a (hopefully) non-accusative, "You got a
problem with that?..."

"No, it's... fine, we're all different," he said, but I could feel him
close off. He discretely stepped a foot away, and seemed kind of
embarrassed with showering in public now, making swift, mindful
movements, being careful not to touch any places that might allude to
something.

I lowered my eyes, extremely regretting the effect that had on him. But
I guess everyone must be uncomfortable when they first find out, and the
face that he was nude in the showers with me didn't help...

"Um..," started Michael, obviously noticing the change of atmosphere,
"... so, you guys will be going back to your places after showering,
huh?", he asked Marco.

"No, we'll be staying at my friend's aunt's place for the night - she's
got this huge villa -, we want to relax a bit and go out to town here,
see what it's like after hours."

"Oh great, wanna go out with me and some of my pals? Unless it's a
clique thing?"

"How many pals?"

"Three or four, we'll see," said Michael as he scrubbed the gel off him
using the steaming water from the shower. He was suddenly washing faster
than normal.

"What's the hurry?", I said, to which he replied, "I just realized I've
lingered a bit too much talking to you guys, I've gotta go shopping, and
the stores won't be open for much longer."

I nodded and soon thereafter, I clapped his back as he left the showers,
saying bye to Marco and me. An uncomfortable moment followed, as Marco
and I were virtually alone in the showers (two other guys remained).
Soon, however, the two guys (my team members) left together, shouting
byes at me.

So Marco and I were left alone in the warm showers, him not scrubbing as
quickly as I thought he would after finding out I was gay. Actually, he
seemed a lot more comfortable now that everyone was gone. I dunno if it
was just my imagination, but he seemed to glance at me every 3 seconds
and he seemed to draw ever nearer.

"I'm gay too", came a half-whisper from my right, as I swiftly turned my
head and saw Marco looking slightly crestfallen, his eyes on the floor
as he absentmindedly scrubbed his neck and shoulders. "I just can't let
it show, or tell anyone. The atmosphere I live in..."

I listened, slightly shocked. Though my town was small and close-minded,
his was even smaller. And he obviously lacked the self-confidence (or
defiance) to come out... I couldn't blame him, really, it can be pretty
dangerous around here if you tick off the wrong people.

So, I just said quietly, "I understand... So, why are you telling me,
you don't even know me?"

"I... you're the first gay guy I've met... I just felt... like I finally
had someone to tell, who could sympathize, even though you are a total
stranger."

I felt all warm inside when he said that... And not because of the hot
water pouring all over me, but because someone had just expressed trust
in me, when they had no reason to. Being as emotional as I am, all of a
sudden my face just saddened at the realization how hard he must have
it, and I got a sudden impulse. I ignored the fact that he's hot,
dark-haired, seemingly bright, has beautiful eyes and a wonderful
body... And I took two steps toward him and hugged him from the side,
tilting my head to the left and laying it on his shoulder. He started,
as his eyes were glued to the floor the whole time, but after two
seconds of surprise and alarm, he just relaxed and stretched his right
hand out and put it on my back, caressing it to gesture for me to move,
so I raised my head. He just spun round and pulled me into a frontal
hug, burying his head in my left shoulder, shivering slightly and
gulping once or twice. This brought a soft smile to my face, as I put my
left arm around him and used the other to caress his head. Hearing him
breathing softly, relaxed and comfortable, was an incredible feeling...
Like I had just done something amazing.

"Are you going out with them tonight?", he said in low, musical tones.

I smiled and said, "Yeah."

He let out a sigh of relief and his muscles twitched slightly as he
relaxed even more...

***

That night, at the local go-to club, Jane's, it was a Saturday night out
like any other. Groups of all kinds of people were gathered around
tables, mostly cliques, but there was a lot of diversity. The noise was
near-deafening, and the amount of already drunk people on the dance
floor was astounding (as it was only 11 PM). I took a sip from my
liquor-filled glass and glanced at Michael, Anthony (whom we nicknamed
Anth for reasons long forgotten), Marco and Jennifer who were sitting at
the table with me. Of the three others who came out with us, two had
already left with someone else, and the third, Linda, was dancing and
mingling half-dazed from the booze.

Jen was just taking a sip from her glass when Michael blurted out, "Why
do you even go out with us, Jen?"

She gave him an uptight, aristocratic look and put her glass back on the
table, responding, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Well, one would think you British are party beasts, and yet all you
ever do is sit around and throw looks at people."

She shrugged and said, "Looks are my thing."

"I know, but no one's going to ask you to dance - let alone try to snog
you - if you keep giving them die-unworthy-maggot stares."

"What makes you think I even want to be approached?", she asked in a
high voice. "Maybe I like being the asexual bitch?"

"No, you don't. You just need to relax and lower your criteria," said
Michael reproachfully.

She snorted and shifted her eyes over to Anth, but still spoke to
Michael, "Why am I the target of your wisdom anyway, what about Anth
here? Advise your own sex, leave mine alone."

"I have enough of my sex, thank you very much." he answered jokingly,
but then turned to Anthony. "But really, man... You should loosen up too."

Anthony basically went out with us only because we kept dragging him
out. He was this blond sexy beast, but innocent as a child. He had
always played by the rules - you could call him a mamma's boy, really,
and you would be right. Which was a real waste of flesh because he
really was handsome, and well-built at that - his father owned a ship,
and while Anth was a mamma's boy, he was all into manly things. Whatever
his dad loved, Anth coincidentally loved too - bikes, mechanics in
general, ships... Well, needless to say, all the work he enjoyed in his
father's workshop and on the ship got him a very firm and well-shaped
body, and a great tan that contrasted beautifully with his dirty blond hair.

"I'm just not into this sort of thing, you know me," said Anth sheepishly.

Jen smiled at him. "You're a catch, dear. You're denying the girls
whatever pleasure you could give them! I hope you understand that."

Anthony just chuckled. Jen liked to pamper him, she regarded him as her
little pet - while Anth was good-looking, he was seriously lacking in
the brain department. But that made him all the more attractive, in the
stupid-sex-toy kind of way.

Marco and I were sitting side by side the whole time, giving each other
occasional looks and smiles, and finger-wrestling under the table, which
caused several funny moments during which we laughed out loud, while the
rest of the gang gave us 'what the...' looks. But I didn't care. Marco
was incredibly fun to have at my side, and though he was very strict
about keeping his straight guy attitude (as there were a bunch of guys
from his team in the club too), I thought I caught a few significant
looks from Mike and Jen, both of which I rewarded with the slightest nod.

"So, Marco!", turned Jen suddenly to our guest for the night, smiling.
"Why aren't you on the floor with the rest of the fuckers from your team?"

He smirked and said, "I'm not much of a dancer, or one to act like a
fool in front of a crowd."

"You know, you probably won't get any obscene offers if you just keep
sitting around with us losers."

"That's okay", he said, smiling, "I'm having a lot of fun as it is."

While he shifted his eyes to the dance floor, Jen gave me a quick wink
and Michael gave me a thumbs-up (an inside joke formed after reading The
Da Vinci Code together and finding out about the symbol supposedly being
phallic, so... yeah). I gave them both a smile and put my arm discretely
around Marco's waist, to which he turned to me and gave me a quizzical look.

I leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

He glanced around, drained his glass and gave me a nod. I stood up,
turned to the others and said, "Well, we're off to Funk, Marco said he
wants to get away from his teammates a bit. Anyone care to join?" I said
the last words while giving Jen and Michael significant looks, but they
weren't that dim. They nodded in unison and waved us away. As we were
walking out, I thought I could hear Anth yelling something like "Wait, I
wanna..," but he was quickly shushed by a dull, thwapping sound (most
likely Jen's hand upon his head).

***

Halfway to Funk, another popular club, Marco pulled on my sleeve
slightly and said, "What's over there?", pointing to a small forested
peninsula off to the right.

"That's Jason's Cove. Well, it's obviously a peninsula, but it was never
officially named - so, we named it after this guy Jason who swan dived
off a cliff, right into a secluded cove... and um, he didn't land in the
water... So, it's kind of morbid, but yeah..." I smiled sheepishly.

He seemed to like the story though, and said, "Let's go there, it seems
interesting. Do you know the place?"

"Yeah, I go there all the time as a part of my jogging route." I said,
nodding. "The wind's rising, too... But I know a nice cottage we can
hide in."

He nodded, and we turned and headed towards the peninsula. As the path
entered the actual peninsula area, trees rose to our left and right, the
green branches blocking even the little light the stars and crescent
moon were giving. Two minutes later, I pulled Marco off the path to the
left and said through the whistling wind, "Come on, we can take the
shortcut to the cottage."

We went uphill for a while, cutting across the path we left twice,
before he pointed to a small shadowy construct in front. I nodded and we
quickened our pace, as the wind was starting to blow more furiously,
chilling even the warmest body - he even threw all shyness away and put
his arm around my shoulders, sticking closely to me.

Finally we got to the front door of a very big cottage, usually used as
a summer house by this rich guy, Liam Connelly (dad-money), but left
completely abandoned and uncared for over the winter.

"How are we going to get in?", said Marco, giving me an inquisitive look.

I just smiled and said, "Well, the owner is a friend of mine." With
that, I pulled out my wallet and got a thin key out, and used it to open
the polished cottage door.

As we entered, I motioned for him to sit on the couch to the right,
while I turned on the light and closed the door. It was really cold in
the cottage, so I went straight to the fireplace filled with forgotten
wood logs, put in some paper that was stacked neatly in a pile on the
fireplace, never having been used (as Liam stayed there over the
summer). I lit it and immediately felt the warmth spread through the
cottage. I glanced over at Marco who took his jacket off, revealing a
tight dark blue T-shirt.

"Want something to drink?" I asked him. "Liam likes to drink, I'm sure
he has a stash lying somewhere around here."

"Sure." he said offhandedly.

I went towards a small cabinet and, to no surprise, opened it to find
four bottles of different liquors. I took one out along with two
shot-glasses and brought them over to the small table in front of the
couch. I slumped down onto the couch and let out a relaxed sigh, turning
my head towards Marco and smiling. He smiled back, and in the shortest
amount of time, he leaped from his seat and placed his lips on mine.
Before I realized he had kissed me, he was sitting peacefully again.

After a moment of being dazed by my heartbeats, I took the bottle,
opened it forcefully and poured out a bit too much into a shot-glass. I
immediately took it and slurped down the alcohol that burned my throat
like fire, but I didn't care. I slammed the shot-glass back down on the
table, turned to Marco and stretched out my neck to kiss him, this time
properly. He opened his mouth as I put an arm around him, and our
tongues intertwined in a wonderful mix of the alcoholic aftertaste in my
mouth and the clean warmth of his. We kissed for two minutes, our hands
running wild, mine across his back, firm chest, then to his cheeks,
pulling him in a firmer kiss, his against my stomach, raising my shirt
occasionally to run his hand across my bare skin. Eventually, his hand
slipped down to my crotch, and as soon as I felt his grip I stopped
kissing him. Our faces were an inch away, and I stared into his eyes, as
he slowly removed his hand, an almost guilty look upon him.

"We don't need to do this if you don't want to." I said calmly, my hands
fallen from his cheeks and resting on his shoulders.

He smiled, seemingly relieved, and nodded. Then he shrugged my hands off
and put one of his around my neck, kissing me again. Then he suddenly
turned in mid-air, throwing one leg across my knees and ending up
sitting on my thighs. He smiled, and pulled me in another kiss, then
slid his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking it rhythmically as his
hands made their way down my arms, caressing the now sweating
muscle-bound skin, then crossed to my chest and to my stomach, all the
while massaging my neck with his warm tongue. He slid his fingers under
my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, then threw it away, sliding
his mouth down to my chest as he started twisting his tongue around my
right nipple.

"You're pretty good." I muttered through a chuckle.

He detached from my nipple, smiled and said, "I watch a lot of porn,"
then returned to the kissing and sucking. Apparently, the fire I started
in the cottage raised the temperature quite a bit, or maybe it was the
intensity of these unexpected events, but I was sweating quite a bit. I
could see my chest glisten and I enjoyed the smell of sweat, but I
wasn't sure if Marco would like it. He chased away my fears, however, as
he started running his tongue across the entirety of my chest. Suddenly,
he swiftly crossed to my abdomen. He teased my bellybutton as I felt his
hands on my inner thighs, rubbing up and down, sending waves of pleasure
to my already fully hard crotch. I twitched a bit as my mouth spread
into a grin.

I put a hand on his mane of black hair and ran my fingers through it,
gripping it tightly and pressing his face a bit harder against my
abdomen. He didn't seem to dislike it, as he just continued to kiss and
lick all the crevasses formed by my contracting abs. I suddenly felt his
hands make a stronger rubbing motion against my thighs, as he moved them
up and around my crotch, starting to unbutton my jeans. As he opened
them, I eased out, allowing him to pull them down and off my legs,
leaving me only in my white boxers, with my fully erect cock protruding
very visibly. He sat back on my now bare thighs and kissed me on the
lips, using one hand to massage my chest again and the other to feel
around my cock.

"No fair," I said, tilting my head back and away from his lips, and
tugged his hands off me. He gave me a quizzical look, but when I put my
hands on his stomach he seemed to understand what I meant.

"Would you... like to be passive or active?" he asked softly.

I smiled and responded, "The opposite of whatever you'd like to."

He gave a relieved sigh before saying, "I was afraid you were passive...
I'm not much of an action-guy." He chuckled, and proceeded to put his
hands on mine, squeezing slightly and dragging his shirt up. I continued
the motion and removed his shirt over his hand in a fluent motion,
revealing what I had already seen in the locker room, but what looked so
much more real and appealing now, inches away from me. I ran my hands up
his stomach and across his chest, up his neck and onto his face as I
pulled him in another long, tongue-wrestling kiss.

He detached from my mouth and slowly slid off my thighs and knelt down
in front of the couch. He ran his hands up and down my inner thighs,
then stretched his head and started licking and taking my cock into his
mouth through the boxers. His hands worked their way up and around my
stomach, chest and back, finally sliding down and slowly removing the
boxers to reveal a hairy crotch, and protruding from it 7 inches of
thick manhood, twitching slightly. He glanced up and down it for a split
second, but wasted no more time and took it in one hand, lowering his
mouth over it. He started stroking it slowly, taking the large head into
his warm mouth, sucking on it and working his tongue all over it,
sending wave after wave of erotic pleasure through my entire body. He
gradually increased his pace, as he took more and more of my throbbing
dick into his mouth eagerly. However, I could see that he was not a
veteran cocksucker, and so refrained from sticking it in further than he
could comfortably handle. I put an arm on the back of his head again and
ran my fingers slowly through his hair as his head worked its way
up-down, left-right and around, as he eagerly sucked on my manhood.

Like I mentioned, I hadn't jacked off for 9 days now, so it wouldn't
take long for me to blow my load. I wanted to extend this experience
with Marco, though, so I gently nuzzled his chin and he removed his
mouth from my cock, as I said, "If you had gone on like that I would've
come in a couple more seconds."

He nodded, then raised from the floor and started unbuttoning his jeans.
As he slipped out of them and was about to remove his tight, black
speedos, I stood up and put my arms gently on the area around his
crotch, preventing him from taking them off. Putting my lips on his and
intertwining our tongues again, I stepped back and took a thick blanket
from a side of the couch. I motioned for him to follow me, as I walked
slowly to the fireplace, my erect dick swinging in front of me, eager to
release all that tension. I spread the blanket over the floor in front
of the burning fireplace, my idea already very clear to him, as he
almost immediately lay on it. I lay down on him, feeling the full
contact of his body on mine, kissing and caressing him for a few
minutes, before raising myself slightly and motioning for him to turn.

As he rose slightly, I removed his black speedos to reveal a nice
package of his own, a throbbing cock that seemed slightly longer than
mine, but not so thick. I gave it a quick tug and rub with my right
hand, as I reached the left one down to his balls and massaged them a
little, before discretely sliding further down, caressing the area
between his balls and crack, which seemed to turn him on quite a bit, as
I noticed three or four twitches of his throbbing cock. As if he could
stand no more foreplay or teasing, he wrestled out of my grasp and
simply turned face-down, lowered his torso and supported himself with
his elbows, as he thrust his firm butt out towards me. I gently caressed
his crack and massaged his buttocks, before slowly asking, "Do you want
me to lick you?"

He responded with a hurried "No, I don't like that particularly..."

"So, just the usual then?" I asked, a satisfied smile in my tone.

He nodded and thrust his butt a bit more out, as I raised on my knees,
my thighs flexing, and leaned to the left over to the table, near which
lay my pants. I found my wallet and quickly took out a condom - I always
had one ready - and slid it over my more than ready cock.

"It's gonna be a bit rough, I don't have any lubricant at hand...", I
said slowly.

"Alright..." he said and arched his back slightly. I could sense a note
of fear of the unknown in his voice, but also one of eagerness, so I
wasted no time and brought my manhood closer to his butt, touching his
hole slighly. As expected, it immediately tightened, but I started
slowly and gently prodding it, and massaging it with my fingers, and
soon enough I felt him relax, so I proceeded to enter him a little. He
twitched, but at the same time let out a moan of pleasure, letting me
know that I wasn't hurting him too much. I gave a few test thrusts with
only a portion of my cock, and when I felt he was comfortable with it, I
took a more active role. I straightened up and put my hands on his lower
back, massaging it and his butt as I thrust harder inside. Being inside
him felt wonderful, as did the fact that even the rare groan of pain
contained a note of pleasure in it. I felt braver, and started thrusting
harder, and harder, in and out of him. At the same time, I noticed him
using one of his hands to clumsily stroke his cock, faster and faster,
keeping pace with my thrusting.

More and more I thrust, sweating under the heat of the fire, and I could
feel him sweat too under my hands, the pores releasing his clean, manly
scent and turning me on even more. I found no point in holding it back
any longer, so I thrust faster and faster, he groaned more and more what
with the pain, the pleasure of feeling me inside him and of stroking his
own dick, and I couldn't help but mutter strongly, "I'm gonna come!"

He seemed to find this info satisfying as he started thrusting his butt
onto my pulsing manhood, and started stroking himself faster, and as I
felt his ass contract, signaling an oncoming orgasm, and heard him moan
loudly, I gave one last thrust and entered him fully, squirting one jet
of hot sperm after another. I saw his back twitch three times as I
noticed his body relaxing - he had obviously come. So I leaned in and
removed my hands from his ass, and used them to embrace his torso,
connecting my abdomen and his lower back fully, as I thrust twice more,
just to squeeze out those last drops of pure pleasure. Exhausted, I just
lay on him until he crumbled below me, and we fell on top of each other.
We lay like that for a couple of minutes, panting and feeling each
other's lungs fill and empty, before I slowly pulled out of him, and
rolled over on my back onto the blanked. I carefully removed the
cum-filled condom and weakly threw it into the flaming fireplace. He
raised himself and slowly turned also on his back, and I tilted my head
towards him, still breathing heavily. I put my hand on his chest and
wiped off the sweat, leaving my hand to rest there as I felt no need to
remove it.

"That... was amazing," he breathed through the panting.

I gave him a smile he returned, then let my head spring back to face-up,
gazing at the ceiling, then slowly closing my eyes to enjoy the
sensation of being here with him while it lasted...

***

I had dragged Jen and Michael out to go to the bus station and say bye
to Marco. After last night, we cleaned up the blanket Marco had spilled
his jizz on, got dressed, had a quick drink and left the cottage almost
intact as we headed back to my house. I kissed him goodbye in front, and
watched him walk away in the direction of his teammate's aunt's villa.

I couldn't be satisfied with that, though, so I decided to surprise him.
When Jen, Mike and I arrived at the bus station, we immediately spotted
his team. As we mingled through the crowd of people and came to the
team, I noticed Marco wasn't there.

"Where's Marco?" I asked the blond guy I had conversed with in the
cafeteria yesterday.

He turned and, noticing it was me, answered, "He's in the john. He'll be
right out."

And no sooner than he finished that sentence did I see Marco come out of
the bathroom nearby. He was twiddling with his shirt and looking around
carelessly, walking automatically towards his team. 6 feet away,
however, he noticed me...

A moment of confusion was followed by multiple moments of beaming. I
smiled at him, and he smiled at me, fixed on the spot. Suddenly, the
smile left his face, as he regarded his teammates around me... A moment
later, however, something appeared on his face - I guess it could be
described as defiance - and he started walking quickly towards me,
pushing two teammates out of his way. Soon enough, he embraced me firmly
and gave me a very passionate kiss, making sure we were fully visible.
Releasing me, he glanced around at his teammates' generally shocked
faces, then walked past me and entered the bus. He found his seat next
to the window overlooking me and his teammates, smiled slightly and
waved his hand in my direction. I waved back and gave him a proud thumbs
up.