Date: Tue, 05 Oct 1999 03:33:07 -0000
From: ethansen <ethansen@studmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks-Part 1 Gay Male

WARNING: This story contains recollections of sexual experiences from my
life, some explicit in nature. Names and other characteristics have been
changed to prevent the identification of individuals. Do not continue if
reading about sex between males is offensive to you or violates any laws in
effect where you live. Many of the stories concern events that occurred
prior to the HIV health crisis. Some of the sexual activities described
would not be safe if done today. You should always observe safe sex
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Emmanuel Thomas Hansen. All rights are reserved. No fee may be charged for
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Forever Brooks-Part 1
By Emmanuel Thomas Hansen


The pounding on my back was incessant. Our bodies were slick with sweat as
he hammered away, uncaring as to how I felt. In the past he had always been
solicitous of my comfort, but now he was consumed by that raw animal hunger
of sex.  I gritted my teeth as he tore into the depths of my bowels. I
could feel him breathing hotly on my neck as he labored away at my aching
asshole. His cock moved in an out rhythmically as he fucked my ass with all
the anger that raged in him. He gripped me around my chest with his arms as
at each stroke he lunged upwards. His feral fucking was making my ass sore
and I was afraid that he would rent my asshole to twice its size.  "You
like it, don't you?"

Tears coursed down my face, both of hurt and anger as I thought of days
gone by.  I buried my face in the pillow, waiting for him to finish-finish,
what should have been finished a long time ago.  I was young again. The
future looked bright and inviting. I was good-looking, intelligent and
urbane. The world was my oyster. I was that knight in shining armor about
to conquer the world. I had never experienced any of the bitterness that
life held and was quite ready for what it had in store for me-or so I
thought.  In the second grade I had fallen in love with Regina. She was the
apple of my eye. Each time I saw her, a lump formed in my throat and I had
that hollow feeling in my stomach, which convinced me that this, was true
love.  By the sixth grade, I was in love with Karen, which was the most
enduring as it carried through to the tenth grade.  As young boys go, I was
an average on the horny scale, and never let go any opportunity to further
my knowledge on the secrets of sex. I had a young friend who was in my
class and despite the other distractions, he and I became quite close. It
also helped that his parents and mine were good friends, which threw us a
lot together. On occasion we would spend the night at each other's houses.
Mike was an only child and had a bedroom to himself. The bedroom was
comfortably large and had a singular four poster bed in the center of the
room. This was our playground at night when I would spend the night at his
place. The first few times I stayed at his place, nothing much happened. We
had to sleep in the same bed, as it was the only one, and it did not cause
too much trouble, as it was enough for two full-grown adults. When school
was out during the summers, I would on more than one occasion sleep the
night over at Mike's house. One of these nights it was particularly warm
and we decided to sleep in our briefs.  It was warm and humid and I was
tossing about, trying to go to sleep. I could feel Mike was in the same
predicament, as he too was tossing and turning. At times our feet touched,
but I was quick to draw away.  Suddenly Mike spoke up.  "Does your peepee
ever get hard?"  "No" "Mine does."  "Why?"  "I don't know, but do you want
to see?"

I had seen Mike's peepee many times when we were changing, but it had
always been soft like mine. I had, in fact, never seen a hard peepee and I
was very intrigued.  "Yes."  "Okay, let me lock the door and you put on the
light and I'll show you." He went and locked the door and I switched on the
light. He came back to the bed and slipped off his briefs. I was
disappointed because his peepee looked the same - flaccid!  "It looks the
same!"
    "Wait a minute."

With that he started stroking his peepee in a rhythmic manner. Up and down
his hands flew. I watched with avid concentration but could not contain my
curiosity.
  "What are you doing?"
  "Making it hard for you."

I watched as he strained at his peepee and lo and behold it started to
stiffen.

  "Ohmigod it's twice the size!"

With a triumphant grin, Mike stopped tugging at his peepee and let me see
it stiff and proud as it waved about from the juncture of his legs. I was
truly astounded. I stared in fascination. The mushroom attached to the
slender stalk throbbed in front of me. I felt a stirring in my own groin
and was puzzled by this new feeling.
    "Look yours is growing hard too!"
 
 I looked down and sure enough my briefs had tented.

 "Do you want touch mine?" Mike asked.

I was in two minds. On one hand, I felt that there was something wrong,
something dirty, in touching his peepee, and on the other hand I was
reaching a state of excitement where I did not want him to withdraw the
offer.  "Okay."

I leant and forward and gingerly touched his peepee. It felt warm and
velvety. I just enclosed it in my fist and held it lightly.  "Why not try
moving your hand up and down?"  I did just that. My fist started pumping
his peepee as Mike lay back on the headboard, his eyes closed. I moved in
between his legs, which he spread to accommodate me. He lifted his knees
off the bed in a semi squat and I moved in between his outspread legs,
pumping his peepee with my fist as fast as I could.  As I pumped my fist,
Mike's hips started bucking to the rhythm of the pumping.  His eyes
remained closed as his breathing started getting harder. I was getting
bolder and started pumping faster. A bit of spittle had formed at the
corner of his mouth as he started moaning. I could clearly see his asshole
as his hips leapt up to meet my hand. I was drawn to it and my early
inhibitions left me as I took the index finger of my left-hand and stroked
it on the outside. Mike's reaction to this startled me as he started
whimpering. I stopped immediately, both the pumping and the fingering of
his asshole.  "Why have you stopped?

I started again. Once again pumping hard at his cock and teasing his
asshole. On an impulse, I pushed the index finger into his asshole. There
was some resistance at first, but then it yielded and my finger was soon
buried in his asshole to the first knuckle. Mike's eyes opened wide as he
stared at me, but I knew he liked it as he had not asked me to stop. I've
forced the finger into the second knuckle and he started to groan. The
movements of his hips had gone haywire as he thrashed about impaled on my
finger. I started moving the finger in an out and I could see the effect it
was having on him. Soon he was groaning loudly, and I was worried that he
would wake somebody up.  Suddenly, he started bucking wildly, the spittle
shooting out of the corner of his mouth. He gasped and shuddered as I felt
the tremors in his peepee. His asshole clamped down on my finger and I was
unable to continue the in an out movement. Instead, I shoved hard and up,
at which he gave a strangulated cry. He tensed his legs around me; ground
is hips on to my finger and abruptly became limp as a rag doll. He was
gasping for air and his face was flush. I moved way looking at him both
with curiosity and dismay.  What happened? I wondered.  I checked my hands
and there was nothing on them. He lay there for a few minutes eyes closed,
when at last he said: "Jeezus! That felt good!"  "What happened?" I asked.
"I don't know, but it felt good. Better than when I do it alone."  "What
does it feel like?"  "I don't know how to tell you. But it feels like what
happens when you are shimmying up a pole."

I thought about it. I had experienced strange feelings lately when I was in
the gym. I remember the first time when I felt a heady rush and thoughts of
Karen flashed through my mind. I had felt an euphoric sensation and
afterwards I had felt a bit shaken. I tried to recreate that feeling at
every opportunity, but it was difficult, and somehow I had the feeling that
I was doing something that was wrong.  Whenever I could, I would sneak into
the guestroom john. My dad's practice putter was in one corner. I would sit
and place it between my legs and then start a shimmying action up it. Very
soon, I would get these intense feelings which would result in a lot of
gasping, but nothing else. At first I was ashamed at what I had done, but
rapidly, the intense feelings had erased all doubts as to whether it was
right or wrong.  "Do you want me to do it you?"  I was dragged out of my
thoughts by the new possibilities.

"Yes."

I shucked off my briefs and saw to my surprise that my peepee was twice its
size. My ball sac was tight and that was a lump in my throat.  "Lie at the
head of the bed like I did and spread your legs."  I did just that.  Mike's
hand encircled my peepee. The only other hand to have touched me so
intimately in my immediate memory. It felt warm. It felt nice. He started
the up and down motions and I waited to see what would happen.  His fist
was flying and banging my balls. It hurt and I wanted to him to take it
easy.  I was about to, but the look of abject concentration on this face as
he brought his left-hand's index finger up to my asshole prevented me from
saying anything. His finger stroked the striations. Fortunately his nails
were trimmed and so it did not scratch or hurt. It was a strange and alien
feeling. I gasped as he attempted to penetrate my asshole. For some reason
my asshole froze. Try as he might, it just would not yield to his probing
finger.  He took his finger and wet it with his saliva and tried again. It
was a tenuous entry. For an instance my asshole was unyielding and then the
finger slid in to its second knuckle. The feeling was intense. I felt like
I was going to take a shit, yet when he pulled his finger out, there was an
electrifying sensation. He pulled his finger fully out and I groaned my
displeasure.  "Put it in!"

He shoved it in as far as it would go, manipulating my peepee at the same
time.  Inexplicable and unknown urges coursed through my body as I rose to
meet his thrusting finger. I was elevated to another dimension of pleasure
as Mike pumped and plugged away at me. My mind was in turmoil as my body
writhed under these expert ministrations. A new thought came into my mind.
"Put in your mouth!"

I did not have to explain further as Mike moved for forward, stopped
pumping and took the mushroom head of my peepee in his mouth. The moist
hotness hit me as his mouth enveloped my mushroom head and he started to
suck on it. I was by now in the throes of unbridled sexual passion. I was
groaning volubly by now and did not care who heard me. My hands clenched
the sheets as I started going over the top. I yelped as my body tensed, my
legs extended on either side of Mike, as my hips thrust might be into his
mouth. He frantically pushed his finger in hand out of my asshole and I
fell back into what I think was a faint. My body shuddered from the
experience, as I lay immobile while Mike gazed down at me smiling.  "How
was it?"

It had been awesome. I wanted to tell him that but feelings of revulsion
had started flooding my mind.  My God! What had I just done? Jesus Christ,
How was I going to face my parents? -- I closed my eyes, turned my head and
just lay there.

"What's wrong?"

I did not bother to reply. The satyr who had just seduced me did not
deserve a reply.

"I'm going to unlock the door so put on your briefs."

He went and unlocked the door, while I put on my briefs silently. He came
back to bed and put on his briefs.

 "Hit the light, will you."

 In the darkness I could feed his body next to mine and his slow and steady
breathing. He turned towards me and reached his arm over my chest. I
recoiled in horror.  "What's the matter with you?"

Our Father forgive me.

"Talk to me!"

What was there to talk? I had by now started despising myself.

"Are you okay?"  "Yes."

Mike gave up trying to talk to me. He turned away and as I lay in the
darkness, trying to sort out the conflicting emotions that bedeviled me.
In the morning when we woke up, I was careful to avoid any reference to the
previous night activities. I could see Mike was puzzled at my unfriendly
attitude, but I felt terrible.  After breakfast, my mother came to fetch
me, and it was an effort to look her in the eye. I bid Mike a perfunctory
goodbye, thanked his parents and headed for the car. Driving home, my
mother asked me if I had had a good time. If only she knew!  At home I
moped about during the late morning. Giles, my younger brother, tried to
get me to play with his car racing set. I really was in no mood.  Giles,
who I've always considered pain in the ass, took on an angelic hue as I
thought of what I had done last night. If only I could reverse to those
events.  Seeing Giles, chattering away to my parents, only reminded me of
the innocence that I felt I had lost forever.  I would never ask to play
with Mike again. My parents probably would be nonplussed, but would
attribute it to a quirk in my growing up process.  Several weeks after that
night together, Mike approached me during break.  "Do you want to come over
this weekend?"  To atone for my sins, I had sworn abstinence and practiced
it since our encounter. My dad's putter had been spared the amateurish
thrashings of my legs while I tried to reach that ultimate plateau of my
pleasure, and yet, here was Satan was trying to tempt me!  "No, I can't."
"Why?"

I could not, or rather did not, want him to think that I was ashamed at
what we had done. Instead, I racked my brains to think of plausible enough
excuse.  "Because I'm going to Steve's."
 "Steve's? Since when?"

I could see the hurt alert in his eyes as he realized that this was the
final rejection. He knew that I was lying, as I had never really been
friendly with Steve. But he was the most convenient name I could think of
and he lived nearby.  "How about next weekend?"  "No, I really can't "Why?"
"Because I just can't."  "You sure?"  "Yes."  "Really?"  "Yes."  "Anything
I've done?"  "Nope."

I could see that he was now getting angry. I guess he could not understand
the reasons for my refusal. I could also see that whatever friendship we
had left was evaporating in the heat of his anger.  "So don't come!"  I
never spent the night again with Mike, and he never asked me to again.
Whenever we met we were polite to each other, but an invisible of barrier
had come between us, which of course was my very own creation.  Growing up
was not easy. I've got into the usual adolescent moods and at times made
life difficult for my parents. My siblings kept out of my way as I forayed
into the world at large.  My relationship with Karen and was tepid. I think
it had become a habit-the done thing. We dated regularly and indulged to
the same antics as most of our contemporaries. It was only at night, when I
was alone in bed, that the conflict raging in my mind came to the fore.
After Mike, I had not had any friends whom I could honestly say I was
attracted to. Yet, at night strange visions of faceless boys haunted my
dreams, and on more than one occasion I had woken up in a cold sweat. I
did, of course have dreams of Karen, and the first time we would have sex
together, but I found the other dreams more stimulating.  It was during one
such dream that I had my first emission. In school, many of the guys
discussed six with great authority. I was horrified to hear the details of
fucking. What further disconcerted me was to think that my mother did all
these things. At first, like most young boys, I refuse to believe this was
possible.  However, I was intrigued enough to go and check in the library
and found out that most of the half-assed stories were plausible. In our
relationship, Karen was the aggressor and since I enjoyed the
experimentation, just went along. Nothing earth shattering occurred when I
lost my cherry. It was inevitable!  It was a Friday night and I had, as
usual, run short of money. I was in a quandary what I should tell Karen. I
mean, it was not the done thing to stay at home and watch TV! Karen called
at about 6 o'clock that evening to inform me that her parents were going
out for the evening and her sister was spending the night at a friend's
place. She thought it would be a good idea if I went over and spent the
evening at her place watching TV!

We were sitting on the couch in the family room watching some inane program
Karen, the horny bitch, had already started pawing me the moment we got on
the couch. The expression "suck mouth" took on new meaning as she expertly
cannibalized my tongue. It was a matter of honor now, as I responded to her
ministrations. Her hand reached over to my crotch as she started rubbing
the denim material there. I reached under her skirt and pushed over the
elastic of her panties towards her cunt. She was sopping wet.  I shoved my
index finger in and stated moving it about. She gasped and started
moaning. I heard my zipper being opened and the warm touch on my limp cock!
Oh Shit! I was not getting hard!  She stopped her ministrations and looked
at me. I wanted to avert my eyes but that would have meant admitting
something. I tried to will myself to get hard as she continued rubbing my
cock through the soft cotton of my boxer shorts. I stated shoving my index
finger in and out of her cunt to get her to cum.  "You have any
protection?"  "What?"  "A rubber!"  "No!"  She was silent for a moment.
"Wait."  She got up from the couch, disengaging my busy finger and went
upstairs.  Ohmigod, she wants to fuck!  I slipped out of pants and briefs
and looked ruefully at my limp cock. The sonofabitch was going to let me
down and make me the laughing stock of the town! I started stroking my
cock, but the specter of the impending fuck just would not make it budge. I
was slowly being gripped a fear of impending doom. I started stroking
harder but was only making it sore. I thought her cunt, the wet juicy
cunt. I thought of my cock plundering its depths. I thought of Karen
shrieking with ecstasy as I fucked her brains out. But my cock would not
even throb. I tasted my fingers and smelt them and was revolted because
they smelled of fish. I then thought of Mike's peepee and how he had sucked
mine while his finger was up my ass.  Slowly my cock started rising.  She
was down with a foil packet. She looked at my cock and smiled as she
removed her clothing. She lay on the couch naked, her tits pointing to the
ceiling. I divested my self of my tee shirt and clambered over her. I
sucked her tits like I had done many times before. She was gasping and I
could see her eyes begging me to fuck her.  My cock was somewhat hard now
as I ripped the foil and tried to put on the rubber. She lay there
impassive. I managed to get it on and lay on top of her. Her hands went to
my cock as it probed for her cunt opening. She guided it towards her gash
as I thrust forward. It just managed to slip in. I thrust again but was
worried it would double up in its current state of tumescence. But then the
inevitable happened as the friction teased my cock to hardness. I pumped in
and out of her and imagined it was the ass of some faceless boy. I thrashed
about as very soon I felt my balls churning as I spewed my lava into the
rubber in her cunt. I was sweating and gasping as I pulled out of her.
"Why did you take it out?"  "One sec!"

To salvage whatever was left of the situation, I slid down between her legs
and drove my tongue deep into he sopping cunt. It tasted like stale
cider. I heard a gasp as I started my oral ministrations on finding he
quivering clit. Her gasps soon turned to moans as with a crescendo of
screams she humped my tongue and squirted her cum juice all over my
face. As she orgasm she clamped her thighs around my head and I thought she
would squeeze my brains out all over the couch.  I disentangled myself and
went to the bathroom ostensibly to dispose off the rubber. In actual fact I
was glad to get away. I thought I was going to puke.  When I went back she
was still lying naked on the couch. She smiled at me as I bent over and
kissed her.  "I love you babe!"  "I love you too!"  We got dressed and she
said her parent s would be home soon. It was about a half-hour walk back
home.  A few cars sped past me as I walked on the deserted sidewalk. I
spied a trashcan ahead and had an overwhelming urge to throw up. I leaned
over and retched my guts out but all I succeeded into doing was getting a
catch in my stomach with the violence of the dry heaves.  As soon as I got
home I showered to get rid of the odors. I lay in bed that night thinking
of what had happened.  I had lost my cherry!  I should have been pleased,
no thrilled, but to me it had been the worst experience ever, in my short
life.  The kissing and finger fucking were fine, but the fucking was no big
deal, and I realized that my orgasm had been one of the weakest I had ever
had. That night I dreamt of hell fires as faceless boys pranced around
naked, wiggling their asses at me to plumb the depths of hell!  I had
forgone my dad's putter. My jerk off sessions had become more
sophisticated. They were slow and languorous and I pictured Karen being
fucked in most of them. Yet, some how I was not satisfied the way my life
was going. That was until I met Eric.  It was strange the way it
happened. Eric had been in class with me for some time. He lived in the
neighborhood, but except for occasions when we shot some hoops together, we
really had not had much in common. He knew I was going out with Karen, and
so, any banter we had, focused around girls and their prudish ways. I did
not think much of him at that time.  One night I was trying to jerk off to
Karen, I was having a hard time trying to reach orgasm. Suddenly, and till
this day I do not know why, I pictured the image of Eric. It flashed up in
front of me and I got hard. I held with dear life and pretty soon I had one
of the most resounding orgasms of my life.  I had a fitful sleep that
night. I dreamt of Eric not understanding how such feelings had suddenly
arisen. Over the year's I had jerked off to thoughts of Mike, but they had
been far and few. As time had progressed I had got over the feelings of
revulsion of sex and masturbation and they had begun part my morning
repertoire.  The next day I observed Eric very closely. He was about as
tall I was, a bit less than six foot. He was bit leaner and had dark brown
hair and eyes. He had an extremely pleasant face, but I would not stretch
it and say that he was devastatingly handsome. He was wearing tight jeans,
which accentuated his waist, bubble butt and long legs. For the first time
I realized that he was quite attractive. I glanced at him furtively, hoping
none of the others in class would catch me at it.  That night I stripped
off in front of the mirror and examined myself. I was lean and in good
shape. My seven half inch cock nestled over my downy balls at the juncture
my legs. I turned in profile and saw my smooth stomach and pert ass. I
started stroking my cock to images of Eric. I was getting into it when I
realized that I was ready to go over the top. My cum blasted out of my cock
as I reached out for my briefs to catch the cum and avoid any tell-tale
signs on the carpet.  During our infrequent dates, I felt the ardor of my
love for Karen cooling. When I kissed her I thought of Eric. Eventually,
one day, Karen refused to take my calls. Next thing I knew was that she had
started dating someone else. I should have been distraught, but I felt
liberated. I felt the chains tying me down had been undone. That was when I
realized that I must have Eric!  Providence took a lead here. We had a
class project and had to be in teams of two. Since Eric lived down the road
is made sense that he and I teamed up. We decided to meet at my house after
dinner to decide what we were going to do for the project. I rushed home
after school and told the mom that Eric would be over after for a school
project.  Although she'd seen him around she did not know him as
such. However, she was quite pleased that I was doing something
constructive for a change and said that is was just fine with her.  Eric
came over after dinner and I introduced him formally to my parents. That
was the done thing at my house. We went upstairs to my bedroom and I turned
my desk chair around and sat on it while he sat in the only other chair
available.  I had a large king-sized bed in the center of the room with the
desk and chairs alongside the wall. The bookshelves were wall-mounted and
there was a walk-in closet where I stored most of my things.  We sat
together in discussed the direction than the project should go. I had
talked to my dad earlier about the project and he said that once we had
decided what we wanted to do, he would be glad to help. Once we had agreed
on the basics our discussions veered to the more mundane. As usual, with
most boys of that age, the discussions soon centered on our classmates and
girls in particular. We had a couple of jerks in our class, who it seemed,
was all out to make life a general nuisance for most of us. We ripped them
to shreds and then the topic turned to the inevitable-sex!  "What's the
scoop on Karen? Heard about you two in school."  "Nothing. We just decided,
that's all."  "How long did you go out?"

I had started feeling uncomfortable now. The talk was getting a bit too
personal.

"Oh, about three years."  "That's too bad!"  "What is?"  "No, that you
broke up."  "Oh!"  "Feel bad?"  "No."  "Really?"  What was he trying to do?
Make me feel bad about Karen?  "Yes, really!"

I did not wanted talk about it anymore and hoped that he would drop the
subject.  Actually, just having him here with me alone, was enough to make
Karen a distant memory.

"That means you're available!" He laughed.  I looked sharply at him,
searching for any innuendo. He looked at me with a bland expression and I
could not detect anything. I quickly changed the subject to his love life.
"What about you? No girls?"  "None so far."

He was not inclined to add anything further, so I let the subject drop. We
chatted on aimlessly for another half hour when he said he had to go. I let
him out of the front door, changed and got into bed. I lay in the dark
analyzing our conversation. I was quite sure that I did not want to delude
myself into putting any moves on him without being sure of a positive
response. I saw a glimmer of hope though. I asked myself if I wanted to
start something with Eric and the answer was a resounding "Yes!"  The next
day at school he was friendly but nothing more than that. I had to plot my
moves carefully.  That's night I casually mentioned to my parents that the
project would require long hours at one go and would it be all right if
Eric stayed the night over occasionally. My mom's first reaction was to ask
where he would sleep. I think it was an automatic response and I assured
her that I would move the camp cot up to my room from the basement. After
that it was only a matter of when.  Then next time we met was at his
house. I found the atmosphere very casual and the family was most
friendly. His room was smaller than mine but furnished almost the same. The
only difference was that he had a much smaller bed. The project had to be
done so we set about it diligently and worked late into the night. While I
was leaving, I mentioned to Eric that the next time he came over he might
as well stay the night as we could then work as late as we wanted. He
looked at me quizzically and said that he would check with his parents, but
thought it should be all right.  The next time we were to meet was a Friday
night. Since my breakup with Karen, I had stayed home most nights, so my
parents were not surprised when I informed them that Eric and I would be
with working that evening. After school, I got the camp cot up to my room,
collected a set of sheets and towels, extra pillows, and made sure that
everything was ready when Eric arrived.  We were halfway through what we
had assigned ourselves for that evening when he broached the subject of
Karen again.  "You know Karen is going out with Mick?"  "Yes, I heard."
 "Does it bother you?"  "No."

"Do you think she fucks for Mick?"  I looked at him. This was treading on
thin ice.
 "I don't know."

"Did you fuck her?"

I was a gentleman and therefore hesitated a moment before answering.

"Yes."
 "Oh."

He seemed to mull over my answers and then he asked me: "Ever make it with
a guy?" Just like that.

"No." I replied quickly.

He persisted.

"Ever want to?"

"No, have you?"

He looked at me, almost pleadingly, and whispered hoarsely:

 "Yes."

It was time to make my move now. An overpowering feeling of lust, combined
with unfulfilled desires, propelled me to the door I locked it, strode back
to where Eric was sitting, and without any hesitation bent down, held his
face between my hands and kissed him on the lips. It was done. There was no
going back.  His lips were soft and warm and the yielded to my tongue as I
probed the inside of his mouth. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him
up. I had him in a tight embrace and was kissing him all over the face. He
pulled away and started undressing. I did the same. Soon we stood naked in
front of each other.  His seven-inch cock waved in front of me as I reached
out to hold it. He gasped. I think we both knew what we wanted to do
next. I pulled him over to the bed. He lay down and turned over.

"No, kiss me again."  He turned again and reached up to kiss me. I was
trembling with excitement, as was he. I turned him over and he lay in front
of me. He had beautifully proportioned ass- two halves of a peach.

 "Spread your legs!"

He spread them and I knelt in between them. I was a leaking precum now. I
spread the cheeks of his ass and heard the sharp intake of his breath. I
saw the pink rosette winking at me. I tried to aim my cock at it.  As my
cock touched his asshole, he arched his back and raised his ass too meet
me. I fell on his back and tried to penetrate him. His asshole would not
give. I strained again but it just would not go in. I raised myself up
again, off his back. I needed some lubrication, but I had nothing in the
room.

"What's the matter?"  "Wait!"

I rubbed some precum on the mushroom head of my seven and a half-inch
cock. As an added precaution, I spat in the palm of my hand and rubbed it
lightly on my cock and his asshole. I lay on top of him and started probing
his asshole with my cock. I pushed in hard but nothing seemed to happen. I
pushed with all the strength that I could rally. My cock seemed to bow and
suddenly his asshole was split open as the head of my cock slid in. In one
smooth motion I was buried in his ass to my balls.  Oh my God! I'm in! --

Instinct took over as I started pumping his ass. He was groaning quietly
and mumbled: "Take it easy! It's hurting me."  I slowed down the pace to
leisurely in and out motion. His ass was moving in rhythm to the pumping it
was getting, as his asshole gripped my cock along the shaft. I held him
around his chest and was now riding him with studied determination. The
lava in my balls was simmering and would soon be boiling over. I kept on
plunging into his ass and sweat started forming on my brow and dripped onto
the back of his shoulders. I knew I was going to blow very soon.  The
tightness in my balls had become excruciating, when suddenly I exploded.
With a groan I pushed in as hard and as far as I could as my life juices
blasted out of my cock, deep into his body. I pumped away in frenzy as I
felt my life's strength ebbing away from me.  I lay on top of him, my soft
cock still up his ass. When I got breath back, I rolled off him. He had
been very still all this, breathing deeply. He looked at me as I lay at his
side and leant over to kiss me lightly on the lips.  The experience had
been exhilarating. I had never had such intense orgasm before in my life.
But soon a sense of shame overtook my thoughts. I tried to block this out,
as I lay spent alongside Eric.  "You liked it?"

"Yes." I replied, with all the enthusiasm I could muster at that point in
time.

"Turn over, I'm going to do it to you."

I turned over. What did it matter now? He could do anything to me and it
still did not matter. I was beyond redemption. I felt him spread my legs. I
felt him part my cheeks. I felt his finger push at my asshole.  Suddenly he
lay on my back. His hard cock jabbing into the crack of the my ass.  He was
a better cocksman than me as the head of his cock found its target in the
first attempt. The crack of my ass had become sweaty because of my previous
exertions and he must have leaked a lot of precum. For some unknown reason,
I tried to prevent his entry by trying to clamp my asshole shut tight. He
pushed hard and I felt the mushroom ridge slide in. He pushed again and I
felt the whole length of his cock buried in my ass to the hilt.  Jesus
Christ! He was killing me. The pain, Oh God! The pain!

"Stop! Please stop it's killing me!"

He stopped, but he did not pull his cock out.

"I'll do it slowly."

I wanted the bastard out, but he did not give me any quarter. After a
minute or so the pain subsided in and a feeling of fullness in my ass
overwhelmed my senses. He started stroking gently. There was a dull pain at
first, but then waves of pleasure started emanating from my asshole. I
shoved my ass up to devour his cock as he increased the tempo of is
fucking.  It was a strange feeling, not that I complained. His stroking had
reached a fevered frenzy and I was suffused by feelings of both pain and
pleasure. He suddenly thrust hard and deep and I squealed out loud. The
throbbing in my ass told me that he had reached his orgasm. He lay on top
of me as the throbbing died down and then withdrew. We lay on the bed till
finally I spoke up.  "I'm going to unlock the door. Get dressed and sleep
on the cot."  "Can't I sleep with you?"  "I want you to, but it could be
dangerous if someone came in."  I lay in bed that night feeling all
alone. I liked Eric a lot, enough to fuck him and be fucked by him. Yet,
thoughts of carnal sin kept gnawing at the back of my mind. I prayed to God
to grant me redemption for my sins, but I got no solace out of this. I
ended up going to sleep, but it was a very troubled sleep.  The next
morning was no better. After Eric and I had dressed, we had a quiet
breakfast and he went off home leaving me with my confused thoughts. I
begged of God to relieve me of my guilt and I promised him that I would
atone for all and any of my sins. The futility of this only depressed me
further.


.to be continued.

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