Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2003 03:32:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Anony Mous <gaybekenobi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plenty of Paul - Part I

Disclaimer: You've already read the notice on Nifty's home page, so I don't
think I have to repeat it. However, a quick blurb:

Warning: Pornographic material ahead. Do not proceed to reading if you are
under 18, or are in the company of a minor.


--Plenty of Paul - Part I--

I'd been bored the entire day. I decided to use my digital camera to make a
mock-infomercial. It included the idea of shaking a cat back and forth in a
tube with water and soap to clean it. I thought it was rather funny when I
was finished with the whole movie, since it didnt require the harm of any
cats. However, directing wasn't making me any less bored than I had
started.

I decided to call Ron and see if he was around to play a computer game.
Since I had a broadband connection, we did this often. However, all I got
out of calling him was an annoying tone going off in my ear and the phone
company offering another annoying service I didn't need. This happened
again an hour later, and then another hour after that. I decided to just go
over to his house instead, since I was just fucking bored. Plus, he had
borrowed a sleeping bag of mine, and I figured it would be a good idea to
pick it up before I forgot about it. So since bad weather was coming, I
grabbed the umbrella, and began leisurely walking over there.

Ron only lived seven or eaight blocks away, yet it still took me fifteen
minutes, since I was walking so slowly. When I arrived, I found two things
I expected to find: the phone was off the hook and no one knew it; and Paul
was still there from the night before. However, I didn't know it was Paul
until Ron told me, but I kind of figured who it was. Ron figured I was
there for the bag, but I also wanted to visit for just a few minutes. Paul
followed Ron's dad out to the garage where they were working on the car,
that supposedly had a bad clutch though it turned out to be the tranny. It
was... dead... to say the least.

From what I saw, Paul was cute. Very cute. He was somewhat short; only
about 5'6". To me, that was kind of short, since I was 6'3". None the less,
he was hot. He appeared muscular from what I saw, but he ran out to the
garage almost immediately after I showed up. I began to chat with Ron,
until his grandma insisted that I sit down and "take a load off". I
declined the first time, but then the second time she said it, I complied.
I didn't plan on staying too long.

I showed Ron the "infomercial" and he thought it was hilarious. Later on,
around 9, Ron's dad, Rick, came back inside with Paul right behind. Paul
had managed to keep the grease off his skin (other than his hands of
course), and mostly on his shirt. He took it off to reveal his beautiful
body.

Now, here's where I should supply some information for you: I find men hot
in almost any size. From damn-near skinny (skinny = rib bones showing) to
those who have some extra weight, but not much. I fall into the latter
option, so that probably answers that. He had some extra weight on him, but
not much. I liked the shape of his belly and pecs, and I could see he had
VERY strong arms, so it all evened out quite nicely.

"You can take a shower if you want." Rick said, talking to Paul.

"'Kay, thanks."

Rick went downstairs to the basement where his room was, and Paul went in
to the bathroom which was off of the kitchen where the back door was.
Within a few seconds I could hear the shower water running. Ron and I sat
in kitchen and talked for a while.

"So he's the one you've known since third grade or something, right?" I
asked.

"About 12 years. I don't even think of him as a friend I've known for a
while, but more of a brother, really."

"Man, I wish I had a brother, or at least a friend I'd known since I was
like four or five." I told him. It was true... I hated being an only child,
and any friends I ever had I had lost because I'm generally an asshole. I
had various reasons explaining this, but it really doesn't matter.

We talked about random things for the next ten minutes, while we waited on
Paul to finish up in the shower before we went to play on the PS2. When I
heard the shower turn off, my heart jumped... I was hoping he'd come out
shirt less, maybe even with just a towel around his waist. A minute or so
later, the door opened. Out he walked, wearing only his black boxers. Oh
baby, did that look good on him. He had dark eyes, pitch-black hair (which
I later found out was a very dark brown), and skin that wasn't your typical
white, but had a nice tone to it, reflecting his Italian background.

His cute face was beautiful with that short, spiked black-looking hair. It
was the kind of spiking that wasn't each individual hairs, but a gel that
held them somewhat together. It was simply hot. I wanted this man so bad,
but I knew it wasn't going to happen. He knew almost everything about cars,
so it was useless. He was also hot, and it had always seemed that hot guys
were always straight, gay-haters. By the way, Ron, nor anyone else, had any
idea I was gay.

Ron stood up and began to head for the living room, and Paul followed. I
sat there thinking "Why didn't he put any other clothes on before leaving
the room?". Why the hell did I care? I suppose it had been because this guy
had known the family so long that he was comfortable with the idea of what
he had just done. Rick also had removed his shirt when he came in, and
around that time, Ron's grandma came downstairs just with her night shirt
on. The family wasn't loose with clothing, they just weren't embarrassed by
their bodies.

After I wiped up my drool from the table, I followed Ron and Paul into the
living room. Ron's sister, Crystal, was gone at work or somewhere else, his
grandmother was in bed, and his dad was self-contained in the basement with
his own TV and fridge. So it was just the three of us in his living room
with the projection TV, the PS2, and the computer.

Somehow, Paul wound up on the computer with the headphones on, while Ron
lied on the floor by the TV and I lied on the couch.  The living room was
probably 12 fet deep, by about 24 feet wide. The computer was in one corner
at one end, and the TV at the other end, so me and Ron were away from
Paul. While he sat at the PC, me and Ron played on the PS2 for a couple of
hours.

It was a little past one o'clock in the morning, and Ron had decided it was
time to sleep. I had to agree; I was beat. He shut off the electronics, and
laid down with a pillow. He didn't bother with a blanket, since the house
was kind of warm, despite the central air conditioning. I laid back on the
couch, and turned my head to the back of it. I had my left hand tucked
between me and the couch back, and my other hand up around my head. I
always slept this way when on a couch.

I was laying there not asleep, but still dreaming. I was dreaming of Paul,
and the things I would love to do to him. Eventually, I hit my road block
where I remembered that there wasn't a chance of me doing anything with
him. I decided I should stop thinking so much and just go to sleep. I
eventually did, and was unconsciously grateful for it.

I woke up feeling some weight on my theighs, and thought one of the larger
pillows that was on the top part of the couch had fallen on me. It was a
nice warm feeling, so I didn't care. However, my torso region was a little
chilly so I reached up to pull another pillow down from the top of the
couch. As I was lowering it, I discovered my stomach had nothing on it! My
shirt had moved, and in fact, it had moved up to my neck damn near. I
shoved the pillow on the floor rather than putting it back on the back of
the couch again, and opened my eyes to see what was going on. I saw what
made my heart stop earlier. Paul was straddling me around my waist, and had
lifted my shirt up as far as he could without waking me. He had this look
of cautiousness on his face, waiting to see how I would react. Since I was
thrilled with this development, and he was making the move on me, I laid my
head back down and figured I'd let him do what he wanted to. His next step
wasn't what I thought he'd do.

I had laid my head back down and turned it to the side as though not even
realizing he was there. I could feel him lean down on me, resting all his
weight on me, which was just fine. He turned my head to meet his gaze, and
kissed me softly on the lips, testing me, making sure that I was actually
okay with this, and that I was gay. I just looked at him and reached my
hands around behind his head. I pulled his face closer to mine, and kissed
him back. I released my lips and looked into his eyes. He kissed me back,
this time using his tongue. He pushed it against my lips, begging for me to
open them. So I allowed him in. We wrestled our tongues for several seconds
before he pulled out and looked at me again. His eyes had a look of lust in
them, as well as sheer joy. It was my first time, and probably his as
well. Even though I was 17 and he was 18, it was our first times.

I reached around behind him with both arms and slowly rotated us around so
that he was on the bottom. I slid down far enough to kiss and suck his
neck, enjoying the warmth of this man on me, and around me. I sucked slowly
and lightly on his neck, trying not to give him a hickey and leave a
tell-tale mark. I went further down and sucked on his right nipple,
enjoying the extra meat there was on this man. He was strong, but he also
had that bit of extra weight, allowing me to suck more of his nipple into
my mouth. He was enjoying this, but not making any noise. I knew we didn't
have to worry about that, because Ron and his family were really heavy
sleepers.

I slowly kissed my way down to Paul's belly, where I sucked, licked, and
caressed his skin. I loved the semi-dark color of his skin.

I shoved my tongue into his belly button, savoring the taste of this man
that hadn't been entirely washed away by the shower from earlier. I flicked
my tongue in and out of his belly button, swirling it around, and sucking
it.

I sat up and straddled his knees. He looked in my eyes, and I could see he
was waiting for it. I hooked my fingers underneath the waist band of his
boxers, feeling his smooth, hairless skin against the back of my fingers. I
reached further in, enjoying the feeling. Before I went too far, I began to
pull on his boxers. I lowered the front part just down below the top of his
pubic hair. I then circled my hands around to the back to lower the rear.
He began to raise his awesome ass off of the couch to make it easier, but I
pulled out one of my hands and pushed him back down. I used my hands as
flat as possible to pull down his boxers whilst rubbing his ass at the same
time. This caused him to moan, and close his eyes. I had lowered the rear
of his boxers all the way to the bottom of his ass. Before I continued with
the front, I aided him in rolling onto his stomach. I laid back down on top
of him again and began kissing and sucking on his back, around the shoulder
blades, then down the small valley that was formed in his skin where his
spine was. I traded off between licking and kissing his spine as I worked
further towards his ass. When I reached it, I stuck my tongue down his
crack from above, sliding it in between his cheeks. I pulled out about
halfway down his crack, and started sucking on his cheeks. I kissed them
softly, caressing them with my lips, while rubbing the sides of his upper
body and working my hands underneath his front.

I kissed down his crack, sneaking my tongue in every inch or so. I had
reached the Holy Grail. I reached his hole. I simply shoved my tongue into
his crack, and teased his hole. I sucked his crack as I tongued his hole. I
used my hands to spread his cheeks and look at my prize. It was perfectly
clean. He'd showered VERY well for this. I stuck my tongue in, pushing
lightly against it, just barely giving him a sensation. Then, without
notice, I shoved my tongue in as hard as I could. He must have fingered
himself in the shower, because he was completely clean. I still enjoyed
having my tongue inside of him. I kept his cheeks spread with my hands
while I flicked my tongue at his hole, licking the sweat that had formed,
and was still forming. I licked the crack from the bottom up across his
hole, then closed his cheeks again. I kissed lightly on the bottom of his
cheeks, sneaking a few in at the very bottom, where the cheeks change to
legs.

I then rested my weight mostly on him, and slid up his body, so that may
cock was teasing his crack. My full seven-and-a-half inches were fully
hard, and I reached down and aimed it upwards to slide it against his
cheeks. I was enjoying the hell out of this new sensation. I was trying
different things I'd seen in porn and read in stories. I rested my weight
on his back, loving the warmth his body offered me, and I soaked it all
in. I stayed on top of him and wrapped my arms around him, sliding my hands
underneath his arm pits, rubbing them with my palms, then removing them and
sliding my hands under his pecs. I played with them while I layed on his
back, enjoying the warmth. I put my legs together and he got the idea; he
bent his up around mine from the outside. I rubbed his chest while I gently
sucked on his back and neck... he began to moan, enjoying the warmth of my
body, and the general feeling of the situation.

"I think I love you." I heard him mumble from below.

I stopped to let that sink in. Had I really heard what I think I heard? Did
he just say that? If so, could he be serious? I guess it's possible he was
serious... I was having feelings for him, not just physically, but
emotionally as well. I found him great to talk with, he had an amazing
personality, and he was intelligent. I found that quite enticing.

"What, Paul?" I asked, hoping for a confirmation.

He began to rotate underneath me, to lay on his back. I propped myself up
to give him some space, then lied down on him again. He looked in my eyes,
digging deep, to help the situation and what he had said sink in before he
repeated it.

"I love you, Eric."

I was still astounded... hearing it a second time didn't help, it just made
me confused again. I took a few seconds to gather my thoughts before I gave
my response.

"I love you, too, Paul."

Wait a second, that wasn't what I was going to say. I was going to ask him
if he was sure. I must love him, if that's what came out. Yes... I think I
love Paul. I do. I'm in love with him.

"We just met, you know."

"Yeah," he said, "but I can already tell I would love you anyhow. Just from
the way you talk, act, and... well, have sex." he told me.

"Damn. I must be good for a virgin." I said.

"You're a virgin?" he asked. "Wow..."

"Wow what? Whaddaya mean by that?" I said to him, inquisitive to why he'd
say that.

"I just figured you had experienced sex before. Just something about you, I
don't know what. I'm new to this, ya know." he replied.

"You've never had sex before?" He nodded his head. "Seriously?"

"Yup. I've never had sex before, unless my hand counts as another person."
he told me with a sly look on his face.

"Not unless you've named it." I teased him.

With that, I returned to our little session. I slid down his body again,
but went straight to his waist. There, I stopped to lick the waist line,
just above the pubic hair. After which, I buried my nose and mouth in his
hairy patch, and breathed deep. I loved the smell that hadn't been
completely removed by the earlier shower. I rested my face into his pubes,
and more or less "Snuggled" with the fur he sported above his rod. By the
time I decided to start the blowjob, he'd already risen to his full 8"
glory. This is about the size I figured he's have, what with his body size
and the muscles in his arms and such.

I placed my head to the side, with my right ear down, stuck my tongue out,
and licked the bottom of his shaft, from base to tip. I could feel the main
vessel on my tongue, on the underside of his penis. When my tongue reached
the top, a stopped to play with it a little bit. Using just the tip of my
tongue, I teased the sensitvie part just under the head, flicking it,
tracing it, and licking it ever so lightly.

I brought my tongue back to its home, and began kissing the bottom of his
manhood. I wrapped my lips partially around his stick, kissing it very
gently at first, but sucking on it a little more each time, reaching
further towards my goal. As I came to the top, I opened my lips slowly
brought it in, loading his wide girth into my mouth, savoring the taste and
warm feeling his cock gave off.

One thing I liked about his cock: it was perfectly straight. For some
reason, perfectly straight cocks have always been a gigantic turn-on for
me. ot curved, not bent, but perfectly straight fuck poles.

I stopped only half way down his cock and began to suck him off, coating
his schlong with my self-made lubricant, and gently inhaling his penis into
my mouth. I rose my head slowly, then lowered it again. I continued with
this for a short while, my head slowly rising and falling on his cock.

I then loaded as much of his cock into my hungry mouth as I could. I took
in almost all of it, probably only leaving an inch or two uncovered. I left
my head resting there, enjoying the warmth of a foreign object in my mouth,
and the idea of my first cock in my mouth. The warmth from it was
incredible... the taste was so erotic... a little salty, yet not so much
that it was strong. It had a taste that was a lot like the smell it
had. After I was finished, the only thing left would be my saliva.

I slowly inched off his penis, bringing my lips to match with the bottom of
its head, then slowly loading it back in. I did this three or four times
before he decided it was too much. He placed his right hand on the back of
my head and lifted his ass off the couch and brought it back down faster
than I had been doing with my head. He began fucking my face at a medium
pace, and I just laid there, enjoying the feeling of not really being in
control. He continued like this for a half minute or so, before I began to
reposition myself to be more directly over his legs. He slipped his hand
off of my head, and I began bobbing up and down on his thick shaft on my
own again. I went at the same pace as he had at first, but then quickened,
as I knew he was drawing near to his blowing point. I could feel his body
slowly tensing up, getting ready for the moment at which he would feed me
his man seed.

It caught me a little by surprise when the first shot came, shooting
powerfully at the back of my mouth, a large load that was waiting to be
swallowed. The second one was similar to the first, as was the third. By
the fourth, the power was dimming, and the loads weren't as big. But still,
the shots of his creamy white juice kept coming, five, six, seven, eight. I
thought that was the last one, so I began to pull my head off. Just as I
had removed my mouth from his dick, another small shot came and landed
straight on my lips. I looked up at his face, to see him with his neck
draped over the pillow behind his head, and his chest rising and falling
rapidly, but ever slower, as the excitement of the moment turned down. I
lightly kissed the tip of his cock, before returning upwards.

Once again, I slid my body along his, this time heading to be face to
face. I moved my right hand under his head and lifted it so he could see
me, and I could see him. His eyes darted quickly to my lips before
returning to my eyes, with a content, but hungry look in them. He raised
his head and kissed me, cleaning his cum off of my mouth. He sucked it
lightly while scraping with his tongue to remove it, then swallowed. We
kissed for several seconds afterwards, passionately enjoying the moment
that was left after these few minutes of love making. Our lips parted, and
he rested his head back on my hand, and we stared into each other's eyes,
reading, looking, showing the love between us... we were truly happy, and
happy with each other. Out of nowhere, we heard something that made us both
jump, and my blood run cold.

"That was an interesting show." Ronald said from his position on the floor,
head propped up with his arm.

Paul was the first one to speak. "Don't tell anyone, oh God, you can't. I
can't get my rep ruined."

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell. Though it would have been nice is you
guys would have told me that the two of you were gay before."

"How the hell were we supposed to know how you'd react?" I said bluntly.

"Well, I don't care that you're gay, or even if you're in love, but knowing
you just did what you did on my couch is going to be a bit disturbing." Ron
replied.

"How long have you been watching us?" Paul asked with curiosity.

"For a few minutes... you started face fucking Eric and I woke up." he
replied. "You guys had better get some sort of clothing on, though, 'cause
I think I heard the upstairs floor squeak just now."

Both Paul and I hurried up off the couch and searched in the dim light for
our clothes and hurled them on while Ronnie became comfortable on the floor
again.

Paul swiped a blanket from the couch and quick sat in the recliner, and I
threw one over myself as I laid down on the couch. Sure enough, a few
seconds later, his grandmother entered the room and surveyed the scene. It
was then that I realized how bright the street light was from the open
window.

After Ron's grandma had left the room again, I turned towards Paul.

"Good night, Paul."

"Good night, Eric. I love you."

"Love you, too."

---

Well, thats it. Hopefully, not "that's all". If I get enough responses,
I'll write another chapter, and maybe more after that. But if nobody
replies, it isn't worth the time. When you email me, make sure the subject
line reflects the name of this story ("Plenty of Paul"). Send your
commments and suggestions to gaybekenobi@yahoo.com

Please mention any spelling or grammar errors you see. I read through the
first half of the story after completing it before I got too tired, and I
found only a couple of errors. Hopefully, the latter half reflects that
trend.