Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 16:03:50 -0700 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 38; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers. By getting this far into nifty.org, the reader acknowledges his/her legal right to be here. The reader will hold nifty and/or the author harmless. Warning: This erotic fiction contains consensual sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Downward Spiral of Jim http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downward-spiral-of-jim Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter 38 Tony and I went out for a lovely meal on our last night together. We talked about so many things, yet we were definitely uncomfortable with the inevitable, I was leaving for college the next day. So many times I said to myself, `What, the fuck, am I doing this for? I have created two businesses in the past year. I have a boyfriend. I am in a relationship with my Dad and his husband. Why do I need to go to college?' It seemed completely stupid to me. But, here I was on the eve of going away sitting across the table from my boyfriend, Tony, wondering what was going to happen to us. Two things were keeping me on the plan set forth and both came from my Dad. My Dad wanted me to go to college and get a degree regardless of the financial success I had had in the past year. It was something that he and I agreed upon before I made my money in my prostitution and porn companies. The other was that there would be many men that would want to be with me. He did not want me staying around the house being in a relationship with Bob and him, and not explore the possibilities. Now granted, I had explored a lot of possibilities since turning eighteen. I estimated that I had had some sort of sex with close to one hundred different men Now I was with one of those men that Dad talked about. Tony wanted me and I wanted him. What I didn't know was how this was supposed to work with me away. I had a sinking feeling that it was not going to. "Tony, I am so torn by this. I want to be with you, but this university thing is all set." I started the worst conversation of my life. Tony responded, "John, this is the deal. You are going to school. I'm staying here and finishing my degree. I love you; however, I am not stopping my goals just because I fell in love with a beautiful man. You can't either. This coming semester is going to be intense for me; more serious than any previous. Even if you did stay here, we would barely see each other. I work part-time, I go to school full-time, I take cum up my butt as a porn star. How much time is left? Not much. We may see each other twice a month. The rest of the time you would be annoyed because we couldn't get together because you would have a more flexible schedule than I do. I believe it is the best thing that you go away to school and create your own life. A lot of your life has revolved around Bob and your dad. You are nineteen. You have got to go see the world." Naturally, I started to cry. Tony was right. He was more right than I wanted to admit. He was not going to have time to be in a deep relationship regardless of how we felt about each other. Tony took my hand and lovingly proposed, "John, I love you. You love me. This has been the greatest few months of my life. I know this sounds very mature beyond my years, but even at twenty-one, I know that people come in and out of people's lives all the time. Some stay. Some go. It is about appreciating the moment, not attempting to extend something. I'm going on to grad school. You are just starting your freshman bachelors. I'll make a deal with you. If we are both single when we graduate and living in the same city, we'll start dating again." I still was crying, but I understood. I had all these wise men in my life; Dad, Bob and now Tony. Even though I was upset, I could appreciate that I was a very lucky man. Tony smiled with an evil grin, "Let's go back to my place and fuck. I want each of us to cum in the other's ass. That way our love with be sealed forever regardless of what happens in the future." I just started to laugh. I thought it was sleazy and funny and perfect for two whores in love. Then I reminded Tony, "You know it is hard to take a cock up the ass once a man cums. You want to flip for it." Tony answered, "No, John. I want you to be the last to cum. It is my gift to you. I'll fuck you first, and then you fuck me. I love you." I beamed through the tears, "I love you, Tony." We got the check and walked back to Tony's apartment. We didn't say much on the way; little things such as `it's a beautiful evening'. Upon arriving into Tony's apartment, Tony took my hand and led me directly to the bedroom. He undressed me completely. I didn't touch any of my clothes. He led me over to the bed to lay me down. He intent was obvious; he was going to make love to me. Once he had me naked and hard on the bed, he slowly undid his clothes. Seeing his tight, 3% body fat frame revealed to me made me want to jack off just looking at him. By the time his pants were off, his 8" cock was rock hard and knew exactly where it was going. We rolled around on the bed exploring each other's magnificent bodies. I licked him all over spending a lot of attention to his nipples, which should not surprise anyone reading this saga. Tony was an excellent cocksucker. He knew so well how to manipulate my pulsing rod to just at the brink without going over the precipice. After sending me close a number of times, Tony switched gears in anticipation of the big event we discussed at dinner. Tony moved down past my balls with his mouth and wet tongue. He took his strong hands lifting my legs up to get at this evening's major award, my ass. I yelled and screamed as his tongue inserted into my receiver. This was taking me far and fast. Deftly Tony reached for the lube on the nightstand without leaving my pussy. I don't know how he did that. As he placed the lube on his hand preparing my love hole for his body, he moved his face up to mine, kissing me. I could taste my ass juices and smell them spread all over Tony's face. Tony, my boyfriend, was a true pig. He never cared about getting down and dirty, he cared about feeling. As he continued to make passionate love to my lips, he maneuvered his cock into position. "Yes!" I moaned as I felt the bulb end of Tony's rod moving past my sphincter. He was slow and deliberate. His choreography was spot on. He was building me to a crescendo without any rush. A minute or so later, his entire veined poker settled into my bowels. Tony moved his first pull back almost as slow as the original entrance. Then he pushed back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. With each round he moved ever so slightly faster. His level of patience and control was commendable. Finally, he looked deep into my eyes saying the words that every girl wants to hear, "I love you, baby. Here I come." Tony took off like a stallion. He began to pound my ass and pound it hard. I dare not touch my own dick, which was flopping from side-to-side on my abdomen. I knew that if I gave it any attention, I would jizz. Hell, I wasn't sure I wouldn't load even without touching my cock. I kept my arms and hands stabilizing my body. Tony was fucking me hard and crazed. If I didn't provide some equilibrium, we might fall off the bed from the momentum. I had one moment of realization in an otherwise blurred state; I knew how to orgasm without firing my gun and this was going to be one of those times. Remember, Bob and I were the only guys I knew who could cum like a woman, and then cum like a man later. This was going to be one of those times. I was so grateful for this skill giving my all to my lover. Tony began to move into the final stages of blast off. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one; ignition sequence starting, we have liftoff. And, we did. Tony exploded his love into my man cunt and my body spasm fit the dictionary definition – a series of alternating muscular contractions and relaxations. Tony collapsed onto my torso pulling out in the process. I felt the void, yet the joy of this experience far outweighed the loss of a hard dick in my ass. Speaking of a void, what happened next amazed me. Tony leaned over and pulled a little gift bag out of the nightstand drawer. He said, "Here John. This is for you." I reached into the sack pulling out a nicely sized butt plug. I looked at him quizzically. "What's this?" Tony took the butt plug out of my hand without answering. He lubed it up and firmly installed it into my arse. Then he looked at me to say, "I want my love to stay in you for the rest of time." How romantic! After Tony had my new butt plug installed, he moved up to kiss me while simultaneously taking more lube to his ass and my cock. I could tell Tony's mood was changing from the tender love-making energy in which he topped me to the more aggressive I-want-to-get-fuck-hard-and-raw-now. Tony took his lips away from me, straddled my torso, held my hard fuck rod straight up and proceeded to sit down onto my dick. I laughed to myself, `so much for having trouble taking a cock up the ass after cumming.' Within a minute, my plow stick was in the complete warm darkness of Tony's bowels. Then, to make sure I was as inside him as possible, Tony took his legs from a squatting position and laid them flat out on either side of my body. He grinned at me and stated, "I want you as deep inside me as possible. Fuck me now." I tried my best and I loved him wanting for me to be deep inside, however, I couldn't get any movement with a 180 lbs. hunk on my cock. After a few minutes, I grabbed his legs and flipped onto his back. "That's better." From there I plowed his ass hard. Tony was beside himself in lust. He needed me so bad. I had only fucked him the one other time after the porn session so this was a wonderful way to complete our time together. This was very similar. The man was ravenous. We fucked for a good twenty minutes before I decided I had had enough forcing myself harder and harder into his wanting butt hole. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "I'm gonna cream you fucker!" I shot hard and deep. My orgasm ranked as one of the most intense ever. I was so exhausted when it was over I collapsed onto the bed not even touching my boyfriend. Tony, in the meantime, pulled himself together slightly, reached into the nightstand again, and revealed another identical butt plug. He inserted it into his freshly fucked pussy leaning in to kiss my while saying, "Now I have your love in me too." I thought this whole experience was incredibly quixotic but I was wiped. I smiled kissing him back and said, "Tony, I have got to get some sleep." Tony moved in beside me to a spoon position with each of us still having plump cocks from the butt plugs. We slept like rocks until the sun awakened us through the windows. Tony was up first and made a lovely breakfast. Man, he would make a great husband. There was a quiet about this meal. We knew that it would be a long time before we saw each other again and the feeling of sadness was overwhelming to both of us. Tony drove me back home. I asked him if he wanted to stay and see me off, but he declined. He said he wanted to say goodbye now as dragging it was only going to make it harder. Somehow he had snuck my dildo and the gift bag into his car without me seeing. He handed it to me fighting back the tears long enough to say, "This is to remember me by." We both cried in each other's arms standing by his car in my driveway. Finally, he gave me a kiss, got back in his car and drove away. How many times I had stood on this driveway saying goodbye to someone. I had lived in this house my entire life. There had been a lot of hellos and goodbyes. I walked in to see Dad and Bob standing in the kitchen. I was so beside myself I hadn't even taken my clothes off. I rushed up to both of them sobbing almost uncontrollably. They just held me until I was done. Dad asked, "Do you want to sit down and talk, John?" "Yes." I took my clothes off and threw them on a kitchen chair. The three of us went into the living room. I explained the wonderful evening Tony and I had together. How he had said that our relationship would not go any farther for a while even if I was living here because of the demands of his schedule. Dad and Bob both nodded. I believe they already knew this. I told them that Tony said that when we were both done with school and, if we still lived in this town, then we could start dating again. He said that I had to go experience life beyond this city and beyond the two of you. After a pause Bob said, "He's right you know. You do have to go experience life beyond here and us." I whimpered, "I know." Bob only said one other thing because I think that my going away was hitting him hard and he didn't want to show it too much. "Tony is a smart man." Dad changed the subject because there wasn't anything else to say. "Let's get your stuff ready. I hope David gets home soon. You guys got to go." We put all my stuff in the foyer waiting for David to come home from Joey's. David finally arrived; we had a quiet lunch followed by packing David's car. Then, it was time. It was time to go. Even David was sad this year. He had left twice before starting his junior year now, but this was different. David was in love with Joey. I could just tell. David was close to quitting school moving in with Joe and Joey and going to work being a mover. I'm sure it had been discussed and I'm sure that Joey was not about to let David do such a thing. Joey had complete control over David. Not only was it obvious, I relished in the thought that someone had finally tamed the stud. We stood on the driveway again. The four of us hugged. There was not a dry eye to be had. David and I got in the car, backed out and we drove away. I looked back to see Bob crying into Dad's arms. This was a side of Bob I was most unfamiliar with. I turned my face toward the road and silently wept. David and I didn't speak for over an hour. We both needed our time by ourselves even together. ----------------------------------- Author's note: When I wrote this and with each proof read, I was verklempt. I hope you feel the same. 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