Date: Tue, 31 May 2011 17:09:16 -0600
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-3

Grandma was out playing bingo, her evening pastime by the time we got home.
She left a Mac & Cheese casserole in the oven. After devouring the lovingly
made dinner we had a much needed shower, especially him! He stunk of piss,
which I had to bring to his attention, the heat of the day and the walk home
had him smelling like a urinal!

Not bothering to dress, both knowing full well that we'd end up naked at
some point, we climbed into bed with our backs propped with pillows against
the head board to watch a hockey game. I was learning a great deal from
Jill, never having much interest in the sport before.

Our hands wandered to each others goods, lightly caressing, our bodies close
enough to feel the heat radiate and the fresh scent of Ivory Soap pleasant
to the senses. There was no urgency to get off, that would be assured after
the game, just tender fondling and the occasional suck to his nipple kept us
content and semi aroused.

I wondered how many millions of guys were watching the game together and if
any other buddies were in bed, naked and playing with each other's junk in
the process! That thought made me giggle, not a very masculine custom while
watching a sporting event, I presumed.

We clinched the night's pent up anticipation laying on our side facing each
other, cocks pressed together and held tight by our interlocked fingers
fucking with slow, gentle gyration. I licked at his nipple that was firmly
gripped between my teeth. He urged to bite him harder as we picked up the
pace, pelvises grinding and nature's own male lubricant accumulated and
allowed slick cocks to glide easily over one another within their snug, hand
formed cocoon.

His nails dug painfully wonderful as his other hand found my ass cheek and
squeezed, forcing me into him at each mutual thrust as a rhythmic fucking
motion ensued. I felt a wet, warmth being applied to my shaft and balls
seconds after he screamed out in ecstasy but never broke our sexual
entanglement until a few minutes later when I yelled out my own orgasmic mix
of obscenities.
Spent and exhausted we rolled onto our backs. No words were spoken or
necessary. The intimacy of that night's mutual masturbation episode held
precedent over any other. It was a close, tender unification of our bodies.
No longer was it a simple, joined effort to get off by each other's hand
that I eventually came to terms with. It was a passionate and selfless act
generating ultimate pleasure that I assumed making love to a girl would be
like. Confusion reigned over my sexuality anew and I fell into a deep,
satisfied slumber.

I awoke earlier than normal to a discomfort in my groin area. Having not
cleaned up after our sex, cum had solidified and glued my growing morning
wood to my pubic hair, painfully pulling at it with every millimeter of
expansion. My right hand was caked as well as my total lower abdomen
displayed crusty remnants.


Upon entering the shower to remedy my predicament, the running water caused
the urgency to pee. Thankful that I hadn't tried to use the toilet bowl,
piss flew in every which direction until the dried cement clogging the slit
moistened enough to stream proper. A long, powerful piss ensued that I was
sure Jill would have appreciated being the recipient of! Oh well, his loss.
Yuck!


We had plans that evening. The "Smashing Testicle's" rave concert! We heard
of it only that morning over breakfast on the radio, each going ballistic at
the remote thought of attending! I had every CD they published. My Grandma,
with her limited hearing ability would sometimes complain about the volume I
listened at!


Jill advised that a financial shortfall might not necessarily prevent our
attending the concert. He made a phone call and from what I could gather,
was to meet up with someone before the concert to get cash.

We took transit down town and walked a few blocks to a brown stone town
house in a very upscale neighborhood. As he rang the door bell, he
instructed me to wait at the bottom of the stairs. An older, distinguished
looking man with salt and pepper hair and very well dressed answered with a
big, warm smile. He hugged and kissed Jill on top of his head and ushered
him inside, giving me a fleeting, glance.


I sat on the bottom step for about 45 minutes wondering what was taking him
so long when I heard the door open. Jill had a disheveled look, his hair was
messed, which he had painstakingly tended to earlier with gel, a shirttail
hung un-tucked and his fly was open!

The man was wearing a white terry cloth robe that was not quite cinched
tight enough at the waist, exposing just a glimpse of his manhood and a matt
of pubic hair that matched the tint of his head hair. He hugged and kissed
Jill good bye and retreated inside.

I didn't question him on our walk, just advised him of his open fly although
I was certainly curious as to why that man would give him four, crisp twenty
dollar bills that Jill had happily brought out of his pocket to show me and
kissed before restoring them to his pocket. Nor, when he then produced a
handful of tablets!

"Ecstasy", he exclaimed! "To enhance the concert experience, Jacky! Ya ever
tried this shit before?" I had not, and consumed one after he assured me
that it was perfectly safe and all the kid's would be doing it at the rave.


Moments later, he showed me four blue tablets claiming that he took them
from the man's medicine cabinet. "Viagra, dude! Never tried it before but
there's always a first time for everything!" I knew what it was for and
silently questioned why he would need it! He certainly had no problem with
erectile dysfunction!


We were having a great time, my first live concert! Our favorite band was
right before eyes doing their magic as we danced among a thousand other
teens and young adults shoulder to shoulder, colored strobe lights
illuminating people in slow motion.

I saw girls and guys kissing, girls and girls kissing, and shockingly, guys
and guys! Every one was grinding hips and pelvises that I found very erotic!
No one cared about anything other than dancing and having a great time!

Pot was being passed around freely; the sweet smell of it hovered in the
air. I had smoked up a few times before, but holy hell that was great shit!
I was stoned out of my mind without a care in the world, the Ecstasy giving
me a terrific sense of well being. A synergy of comradeship, harmonious
brotherly love fuelled the atmosphere, everyone seemed oblivious to sexual
orientation. Any inhibitions or homophobic reservations I harbored seemed to
extinguish right then and there!


In the throng and close proximity of people, I noticed a guy and girl in
their late teens in front of me. He had his jeans down around mid ass, which
caught my attention, and the sudden realization that he was fucking his
girlfriend right there in plain view under her skirt! I screamed in Jill's
ear and pointed to bring the scene to his attention. He smiled and pointed
elsewhere, three guys with their hard cocks and balls extending from their
open jeans groped each other in a tight circle!


"New craze, dude! Sex on the dance floor! Fucking awesome, isn't it?" he
screamed in my ear then handed me one of the Viagra tablets. What the hell,
I thought, even though I was already excited down there.


Jill reached down and started rubbing my crotch. I needed no encouragement
and groped him. He then opened my jeans and roughly shoved a hand down
grasping my cock. I didn't resist his advance, caught up in the erotic aura,
I did the same! I had never experienced a high such as the one I was feeling
then, incredibly horny noticing more and more people engaged in various
sexual acts, some blatant exhibitions, others more clandestine in their
activity.


I learned later that security only invaded the mush pit in extreme,
warranted situations with powerful force in numbers, but still well out
numbered by the crowd. Sex wasn't a paramount concern.
.
Our jeans came down farther than necessary as we hugged and groped each
other! Nothing mattered. I didn't care who saw us! Most of the guys had
removed their shirts, tucked into their waistbands and we had followed that
example.

He hugged me tight to his bare chest and for the first time in my life,
being short wasn't a physical flaw! His tits were just mere inches below my
mouth and for the third time, and with more aggression, I devoured each of
them much to his delight!

Someone handed Jill a small package, like a mustard or ketchup condiment,
which he ripped open with his teeth and applied to our cocks. I soon
discovered it was a lubricant, adding to the sensation of our mutual
masturbation. We fucked each other's hand energetically to the beat of the
music! I really, truly didn't care who saw us! I was totally absorbed in the
moment and no one else seemed to notice or care! Those that did in fact see
us gave the thumbs up with smiling approval!


Sometime later, we ended up within the tight knit circle jerk of the three
guys! I not only had Jill's cock in one hand but another complete stranger's
as well! Groping, pumping and occasionally tweaking his jewellery adorned
nipples He was about 18, his hard cock was quite small in my hand, maybe 4
inches and slender. His tiny scrotum contained two marble sized orbs. That
discovery was almost laughable and boosted my ego knowing that I was not as
deprived of endowment as I had thought!
.
One of our sexual accomplices entered the middle of the circle, bent over
and supported himself by ,grasping Jill's hips. Another positioned his large
cock and pushed it into the teen's ass! I was dumbfounded as he pounded away
fucking him like dogs do!

Showing his appreciation for Jill's support in keeping his balance, he
engulfed Jill's cock! The teen was actually taking it up the ass and giving
Jill a blowjob at the same time!


My jerk off buddy leaned into my ear and screamed something I didn't quite
hear. He was smiling and nodding his head. Whatever he said, I politely
agreed, smiled and nodded in return when suddenly his words dawned on me,
"You're so lucky, you're boyfriend has a beautiful cock to suck! Does he
fuck you with it, too?"


I had just unwittingly confirmed to him that yes, Jill was my boyfriend, I
blow him and he fucks me up the ass! Much too late to clarify the
misunderstanding, I let it go but it did give me cause for concern in the
fact that Jill may want greater sexual acts of pleasure than he was getting
from me, as he was in the process of receiving from a stranger right then!


Jill began fucking the teens mouth as he held his head with both hands, eyes
closed and mouth agape. He was quite obviously enjoying himself. I felt a
twinge of jealousy watching him, not sure if it was the fact that Jill was
getting an almighty, coveted blowjob, or was it that I was envious of the
teen giving pleasure to him! Perhaps I could become more sexually assertive
rather than him always taking the initiative


I was mulling that over in my head when suddenly the band ended their final
set and the house lights started to go on. Our little fag orgy came to an
abrupt end; everyone quickly tucked their cocks, fastened their pants and
dispersed.


...to be continued.......