Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 05:36:05  -0000
From: ethansen <ethansen@studmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks - Part 3

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 3

By Emmanuel Thomas Hansen


Oh My God! What was he doing here?

Here I was sprawled on the ground and the guy I had been dreaming about was
towering over me and solicitously asking me if I needed help. I wanted the
earth to open up and swallow me. All I could manage was a weak smile. I
looked at Damie and he seemed to be recovering and I tried to get on to my
feet. Brooks helped me up and I tried to get Damie up. In doing so I almost
went down again. Brooks and I pulled Damie up but he was having difficulty
in standing. We had really been worked over. A trickle of blood was visible
in the corners of Damie's mouth and he seemed very groggy.

"You Ok?" Brooks asked me. I nodded.

"I think you guys should sit down somewhere. Your friend here doesn't look
too good."

We guided Damie to a window sill and I held him up. Where on earth was
Ferd? Damie seemed to be looking ill. I hoped he would not throw up or
anything now.

"So Manny was on his fanny?"

I failed to see the humor in that, but at least he remembered my
name. However, I was most concerned at that point in time of making sure
that Damie was alright and making a quick exit. My ribs were starting to
throb now and I too started feeling the effects of the beating. I wiped my
mouth to see if there was any blood but I had not really been hit
there. Then Damie started heaving. Fortunately they were dry but it made me
sick looking at him.

"You'd better get him home."

Dammit! I knew that but how? Where the hell was Ferd?

"I'll help you to your car!"

Now I had to tell him that I did not have a car, that I rode a bicycle, and
was in no position to drive Damie's car.

"I don't think I can drive."

"Why?"

"I think my finger's broke."

"Jeezus!"

Damie was moaning a bit now and this alarmed me further.

"Damie you Ok?"

"Just let's get the hell outta here! Where is that asshole Ferd?"

"Maybe I can call a cab?"

Brooks was looking at me. He seemed to be thinking.

"Ok guys, tell you what, I'll take you home. Manny you can get the car in
the morning."

I was relieved at this suggestion. I told Damie we could get the car in the
morning and being a Sunday there would be no parking hassles. He was in no
position to contradict me. We followed Brooks to his car. It was not the
same car, but a sedan. We decided to let Damie lie in the backseat and I
got up front with Brooks.

"We'll drop your friend off first."

"No it's fine `cos I'm sleeping over."

"I see."

Damie had recovered to the extent that he started abusing Ferd. Well I was
sure that was the end of Ferd's free ride as far as Damie was concerned. I
gave the address to Brooks but had to direct him at times. We finally
pulled up at Damie's front door. I got out and thanked Brooks and tried to
get Damie out of the back. As soon as he sat up he fell back.

"Manny I'm feeling dizzy."

"OK, lean on me."

I managed to get him out, put his arm around my shoulder and tried to walk
with him to the door.  We swayed violently and fell back on the closed car
door. Shit! I knew I could not do it. Brooks got out and said he would
help. I was thankful and searched for the latchkeys in Damie's pockets.  I
told Brooks we had to be careful of waking up the household or there would
be hell to pay.  Damie's house was large, but it seemed enormous then, as
we laboriously lugged him to his bedroom. Fortunately, the room he had
shared the bathroom with an extra room so cleaning him up would not pose
much of a problem. But there we were. Brooks, Damie and myself in Damie's
bedroom.

"I gotta puke!"

We managed to get him to the bathroom and I arranged his head on the rim of
the water closet. He retched but nothing seemed to come out. His shirt had
become bloody now and blood was spreading all over the rim as he leant
over. I told Brooks it was all right for him to leave and I would be able
to manage things now.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

He turned to leave.

"Wait, I'll come down with you."

"What about him?"

"He won't die."

Brooks smiled for the first time that evening. I went down the stairs and
took him to the front door. At the door I thanked him again for all he had
done and told him I was sorry for the trouble.  "What's your number?"

"What number?"

"Your phone."

"Oh that, one sec let me write it down."

There was a pad and pencil in the hallway near the telephone and I wrote
the number down, ripped off the sheet, and handed it to him. It did not
occur to me then to ask him for his.

"Thanks. By the way how is your finger?"

Finger? What finger? What was he thanking me for? He had done more than
enough tonight for a whole lifetime of thanks as far as I was concerned.

"What?"

"The finger you broke?"

Oh hell!

He smiled as he got in to the car, started it, waved at me, and drove
off. I wondered whether he was going back to the party. I wondered whether
I would see him again.

I went back to the bedroom. Damie had managed to pull himself on to the
bed. My immediate concern was where I was going to sleep.

"Damie, where am I crashing?"

"Just get on the bed."

It was a large double bed so it would accommodate the two of us but I was
not really comfortable with the idea.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He smelled of mouthwash but his clothes were soiled.

"Damie, you gonna change?"

All I got was a grunt in reply. Well I was damned if I was going to sleep
with him in that state. I went up to the bed and pulled his shoes and socks
off. He did not object. The next things to go were his trousers and I
expected him to protest when I unzipped them, but I guess he did not really
care.

"Damie, your shirt's all messed up."

He sat up and let me take them off. The blood had seeped on to his
undershirt so I took that off too. There was Damie lying of the covers of
his bed clad only in his briefs. Between Buns' buns and me were only his
white briefs! I wanted to clean up too so I left him there and went into
the bathroom. I stripped to my undershirt and briefs and examined myself in
the mirror. My arms were going to bruise badly and I would have a couple on
my torso. I would have to think of some plausible explanation for my
parents. I came out went over and switched the lights off and got on to the
bed. The curtains had not been drawn and I was too tired to do anything
about it. A bit of light fell across the bed where both of us were lying. I
turned away from Damien and fell asleep almost immediately.

I thought I was dreaming when I felt the light touch on my cock. My first
reaction was to try and get my bearings. Oh yes! I was at Damie's house and
in his bed facing away from him. In the faint light I could see his arm
across my torso as his hand was gently stroking my rigid cock through the
soft cotton of my briefs. I was surprised by this but decided to lie still
and see what else would happen. I had never expected this. I tried to
breathe evenly and pretend I was still asleep. I felt his cock up against
my buns as he shifted even closer to me. His breath was warm at the back of
my neck. I must have been dreaming something quite erotic as my cock was
throbbing to his touch. I shifted my weight back and felt his cock with my
ass and it was rock hard.

"You awake?" he whispered as he moved in closer.

I did not reply.

His hand moved to the elastic waistband and then slipped inside my
briefs. I gasped as his warm palm encircled my cock. He knew I was
awake. He tried to slip my briefs off, but it was awkward with one hand. I
lifted my ass off the bed to help him. I kicked them off my ankles. I felt
him move and heard the rustle as he removed his briefs too. He snuggled up
to me and I felt his cockhead slide between the crack of my ass. He was
still stroking my cock rhythmically and his hand had become moist with my
precum. I heard him grunt as he tried to line his cock up with my asshole
and push in. I stuck my ass out to help him. We were lying on our sides and
it was not the best position for a quick fuck. He grunted with strain and I
felt his cock entering my ass. The only lubrication, if any, was his
precum, and it felt as though my ass had a knife twisting in it. He lunged
forward but only part of his cock entered the hole. He drew back and
plunged again but he was unable to get anymore in. I had gritted my teeth
and was prepared to take this assbanging like a man.

"Get on, on your hands and knees."

"I didn't lock the door."

"It locks itself."

I scrambled on to my hands and knees and waited for him. Lube!

"Damie, you will need some lube." I whispered.

"No lube."

Just like that. He wanted to fuck me. Buns wanted to split my buns. But I
knew then that I was going to get fucked. I missed Eric's cock and thinking
of Damien's seven-inch fuck stick I knew that I was going to have a hell of
a ride. I remembered it glistening with Melissa's juices and soon it would
be glistening with mine.

I felt him close in on my ass. He rubbed the mushroom head along my crack,
strumming at the striations of my anal pucker. I had never been fucked
without lube and knew that it would be painful. The saving grace was that
he had been oozing precum and this would at least afford some
lubrication. He had lined the head up with my hole. I felt his hands on
either side of my hips as he applied pressure to penetrate my fuck
hole. For a few seconds nothing gave and suddenly the head split the ring
and his cock seared in to the depths of my bowels. Jesus did it hurt. I
thought I was going to pass out with the pain. I could here my groans as he
forced his cock deep inside of me.  He gripped my hips tightly as he
started the stroking motions. The pain was killing me and I wanted him to
pull his damn cock out, but with each stroke he hit the right spot and soon
I was humping his cock with my asshole.

"You like it don't you?"

I just humped back. His one hand now came around and grabbed my turgid
cock. It started stroking me in unison with his humping cock. I was in
ecstasy as I felt my asshole clamp down on his cock as his hand stroked me
to my release. I felt the churning in by balls and he must have felt it too
as my asshole was now grinding away at his cock as it ground in to me. Too
soon I felt my orgasm building up and before I knew it the dam burst and I
spewed my spooge all over his hand and bed. It was like a water cannon as
it sprayed all over the place. I heard him groan and quicken his pace as
with a groan he flooded my bowels with his cum. His breathing was ragged as
I felt his cock throb his juices into me as he squeezed every bit of his
cock into my hungry hole.

I slumped on the bed and he slumped on top of me with his limp dick still
inside. We lay like that for some time before he pulled out lay next to
me. My ribs hurt like hell with the second pounding of that night.

"That was.nice."

 I got up, and made my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror half
expecting to see that I had grown horns. I was more afraid than
remorseful. Afraid what Damie would think of me now.  Afraid that I would
dirty my briefs. I washed up the best I could and stuffed some toilet paper
up my ass to absorb any of the juices that might leak out.

He was waiting for me in the shadows on the bed. I looked for signs of
disgust on his face but all I saw was a gentle and benign expression.

"Manny, I want to tell you something."

Oh no, here it comes. I was expecting the worst.

"I would be lying if I said I love and all that shit.but I care, I care."

"Yeah? Really?"

"I guessed about you that night because I saw what happened. You know what
I'm talking about. I knew you could only do it if I helped you."

Oh My God!

"Manny, I will always be there for you.I know you think I'm talking crap
but you will see."

I believed him. Oh God how I wanted to believe him. He made no other
promises.

"You and Ferd?."

"Are you nuts?"

I went to the window and looked up at the clear sky. I saw a shooting star
streaking across and knew I should make a wish. But I was too confused to
think of anything to wish. I was feeling ashamed of what had happened, and
what surprised me was that I realized that it was only another cock up my
ass!

I picked up my briefs and went to the bathroom to shit out his cum. The
toilet paper tampon had done a good job and I cleaned up and got into
bed. I slept surprisingly well. In the morning I acted as though nothing
had happened, declined his offer of breakfast, reminded him to get his car,
and decided to walk home.

I hung around at home that Sunday. Giles had some friends over and I was on
the fringes. Damie called to say he had retrieved the car and that it was
all right. I asked him if he had heard from Ferd, but he said that he was
still pissed off with Ferd and did not want to even talk to him right
then. I thought about Damie a lot that weekend. It was strange- that fuck
with Damie. I had just done it for the sake of doing it. I liked him a lot
but you did not go fucking around with everyone that you liked! I still
could not figure out how everything had happened by the time Sunday night
came along.

Monday morning the weekly drudgery started. Mid week in the evening I was
in my room listening to some music when the phone rang. I heard my mother
yell at me,

"Manny, your call."

"Who is it?"

"Someone called Brooks."

No! It could not be!

I ran out into the upstairs hallway and grabbed the phone.

"Hi Brooks?"

"Hey Manny how are ya?"

"Great."

"Things turn out Ok?"

"Yeah, it's all under control"

"You swim Manny?"

Swim? What was this all about?

"Sure, I spend most of the weekends at the local pool."

"Oh Ok, just wondering if you wanted to come for a swim tomorrow."

Did I want to come? Did I want to come!

"Uh.Brooks I have to work during the day."

"Work?"

"Yeah, at the store."

"Oh."

Why was it that these people always sounded surprised at the mention of
work?  I mean, did it never occur to them that some people might have to
work to make a living?

"I can swim over the weekend.that's if you're free.I mean if you wanna.I
mean the pool is not too crowded really.?"

"Saturday? My place?"

"Saturday, your place sure, but where did u wanna go for a swim?"

"We have a pool."

We have a pool. Ladida! A private pool.

"Uh Ok.where do you live?"

"You don't know?"

How the fuck should I know? I had never been to his house before!

He gave me the address and I said I would be there by ten in the morning
that Saturday. His house was at least fifteen miles away. It was impossible
to ride over there on my bicycle and I would have to ask mom to if she
would drop me or I would have to splurge on a cab. He really did call after
all. I was quite excited at the prospect of going to his house. I mean I
had really never even thought in a million years that I would ever get to
see inside the gates of THE Longford Estate. I broached the subject at
dinner that night.

"You know the Longford boy?"

"Yes ma, otherwise why would I be going there?"

"Well, you didn't say anything the other day. Oh yes, he helped you with
the groceries.strange, and now he wants you to go to his house for a
swim.strange."

"Is he a friend of Damie Pemberton?"

"No dad, I just got to know him at that party last weekend."

"Isn't he in college?"

"I guess."

"You guess? You mean you don't know?"

"Listen ma, all I'm asking is will you run me over on Saturday?"

"How will you comeback?"

"I can call a cab?"

"You know how much that will cost?"

"Uh, no dad but I got some money."

My parents had a strange, no, bewildered look on their faces. My mom then
agreed to drop me.  My dad took out a couple of twenties for the cab ride
home. As he passed them across the dining table to me, Giles and Jesse
dropped their teeth into their dinner plates!

I waited eagerly for Saturday to dawn. Friday evening Damie called and
wanted me to go over. I told him that I had told my parents I would finish
my chores that evening. He asked me if my refusal had anything to do with
what had happened between us. I was amused that he was having second
thoughts about what we had done. I told him not to be ridiculous and what
had happened had happened and we should just get on with lives. He then
wanted me to meet him at the pool on Saturday.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Umm.I have to go out."

"Where?"

I wondered whether I should tell him. Why not? I was not doing anything
wrong.

"I'm going to Brooks' house."

"Why?"

"Why? Because he's asked me, that's why."

"So I can come too."

"Come where too?"

"Go along with you."

"I don't know about that.I mean he hasn't called you."

"So? You call him and tell him you're bringing me along."

"No, I can't.I mean I don't know him that well."

"Then why you going?"

"Oh God Damie! Just let it be!"

"I can give you a ride."

"Damie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"You going to fuck him too?"

I was stunned. I did not know what to say.

"God!!!!!!!! I'm sorry Manny.I didn't mean it."

"I guess its OK."

"Manny call me when you get back?"

"Yeah sure man."

I could not understand Damie's attitude. It did not matter much though, as
I was too caught up with going to Brooks' estate!

As promised, my mom drove me over on Saturday morning. The electrically
operated wrought iron gates swung open to let us in after the camera,
mounted on one of the posts, had scrutinized us. The driveway to the house
must have been at least a mile long. The house was humongous.  Damie's
house would not have qualified for the outhouse here. My mom let me out at
the front stairs and said that the cab numbers were in the yellow pages or
better still to ask someone here to call one for me. She drove off as the
front door opened and a man stepped out and looked at me with askance all
over his face.

"Mister Manny?"

That sounded so funny; stupid really. I nodded in the affirmative and he
said they were waiting for me at the back as he led the way. I wondered who
the "they" were when we exited the foyer at the far end and entered onto a
patio which led off to a gigantic pool. Brooks and woman were sitting under
an umbrella. He saw me and beckoned. I went over. He got up shook my hand
and introduced me to the woman.

"Mother this is Manny."

"Hello Manny." She was extremely chic and spoke in a very clipped accent.

"Mrs. Longford." I did not know whether I was expected to bow or what!

"What's Manny stand for.Manfred?"

"No. Uh.Emmanuel. Emmanuel Thomas Hansen." I think I was getting nervous.

"Emmanuel? What a lovely name!" Was she crazy, or was she making fun of me?

"Brooks darling I must be going. It's a long drive. You sure you can
manage?"

"Yes mother!"

"Well I am delighted to have met you Emmanuel, have fun."

"Bye mother."

"Bye Mrs. Longford."

She uncoiled out of the chair and regally swept inside. She waved at us and
it looked as though she was blessed me with bountiful munificence me as she
disappeared through the French doors.

"She's going into the city, my parents are there for a week."

"Oh."

"So you want to change?"

He led me inside into what I gathered was the guestroom and I changed in
the bathroom. I went out and he was already in the pool. I dove in and
joined him. We swam around for about an hour chatting a way while we hung
on to the side rails after we had finished a set of laps. He was a good
swimmer, beautiful strokes, but even if I say so, I was better and faster!

"You in your school team?"

"Yes."

"I thought so."

I was pleased at his compliment however backhanded it might have been
given. He suggested we get out and have the sandwiches that were our lunch.

"You want a beer?"

I had never drunk in the afternoon. I hesitated.

"Something else?"

"No beer is fine."

He got a couple from behind the bar and we lay in the sun on the pool
chairs munching our sandwiches.

"How old are you Manny?"

"Seventeen and a bit, you?"

"Nineteen."

"You look a bit younger."

"I do?"

"Yeah, you have no hair."

That was true. I had very little body hair but so did a lot of the other
guys who were older than me.

"You got pubes?"

I blushed.

"Sure!"

He started laughing. What a laugh. It was music to my ears.

"You getting hot?"

"No, I'm Ok."

"Well I am. Let's go in. We can comeback after some time. I have a pair of
shorts you can wear."

I followed him in and up a sweeping staircase. We entered a door, which led
to his bedroom. It was huge. It was the size of our living room. He went to
a chest of drawers opened one and pulled out some shorts. He threw a pair
across at me.

"The bathrooms there if you want it."

He pulled of his trunks right there kicked them off and slipped into his
shorts. I got a glimpse of his naked flesh but he was a fast changer.

"Aren't you going to change?"

"Uhh.yes."

I turned my back to him and slipped out of my trunks and put the shorts
on. When I turned around he had a rather bemused expression on his face. He
went across to his bed and flung himself on it propping his head up with
his arms. I sat on a chair by the side.

"You got a girl friend?"

"Yes."

"Oh? I didn't see her."

"No she's away for the summer."

"Oh I see."

"How well do you know that kid?"

Which kid was he talking about?

"Who?"

"The guy we dropped home."

"Oh, you mean Damie? I know pretty good."

"You sleep over often?"

"No, that was the first time.because we would be late."

"You a virgin?"

What? What was he talking about?

"Uhh.I've done it some."

"How many times?"

"Uhh.twice. You?"

"No way! I've fucked my way through my year at college!" and he started
laughing and I joined in to. The ice had been broken.

"Is there a lot of it in college?"

"What's it?"

"You know.that."

"No, I don't"

"You know. sex and stuff."

"Sure, you get them all."

"All?"

"Yeah, the sluts, the lesbos, the queers, you name it they got it."

"Oh."

"You want another beer?"

"Sure, if you're having one."

"Just a minute."

I watched him as he left the room. He was about six foot tall, slim, blonde
and with incredible blue eyes. I on the other hand was touching about
five-foot nine, with brown hair and eyes, and could be termed skinny. I sat
there wondering where this chat was headed. He came back with a six-pack
and put it on the side table. He twisted a couple out and handed one to me.

"You know what Kamasutra is?"

"Kamasutra? Can't say I've heard of it. What is it?"

He slid across the bed and opened a lower drawer of the side table and
pulled out a book.

"Come here and have a look."

He was sprawled on the bed. I was hesitant but he patted the bed and like
an obedient dog I went there. The bed was a large king size and we both
sprawled across it and he opened the book to read.  I lay on my side while
Brooks lay on his stomach.  He started thumbing through the book.  It was a
pictorial sex manual detailing all that men and women could do to each
other.  The two of us had little or no conversation although the breathing
did become more ragged and heavier.  At length Brooks turned on his side
and facing me said:

"Sexy stuff, isn't it?"

The photographs in the book that had aroused me and I was in a stage of
semi-hardness, pleasant enough but I hoped it did not show. However, I was
a bit embarrassed at the intimacy of the setting and the subject matter
that I blurted out:

"Interesting".

Brooks just looked at me with his piercing blue eyes that I had to avert my
own and felt myself getting red behind the neck.  There was a pregnant
silence.  I did not know what was happening and this made me nervous.  I
had to start the conversation again.

"Brooks, how many people do you know whom have fucked a girl?"

He looked at me quizzically and said that he knew some, but he knew of
quite a few "homos" at school. He said he was sure I knew what a homo was.
Thank god the conversation had started again.  To keep it going and to
pretend my innocence I said no, I did not really know what they did. I had
heard some things but that was all.

"OK, then I'll tell you".

He adjusted his lying position and came closer to me.

"Homos are those boys who fuck around with other boys".

"Really?"

"Yeah really".

"I find that hard to believe".

Brooks slapped me on the thigh and started laughing.

"You're unreal. You mean you've never done anything with Daimie?"

"No! Never!"

His hand stayed on my thigh.  I moved a bit; sure that he would move his
hand. His hand stayed there.  I started trying to read the book again. I
could not concentrate on the book because the hand on my thigh had begun to
massage gently.  The massaging was gentle yet firm, squeezing and releasing
the flesh of my thigh through the cloth of the shorts.  His hand strayed to
my inner thigh and I felt an awakening in my crotch.  It was my cock
hardening and a sensation I could not control.  Though I felt uneasy as I
was embarrassed by my cock-stand, the feeling was pleasurable and I did not
want to stop Brooks.

Brooks' hand started moving up and down my thigh and I knew what his target
was.  Yet, I would not stop him.  At the back of my mind I heard a voice
say:"

"No! No! No!"

I was so paralyzed by pleasure and anticipation to do anything about it.

"What is going to happen?"

--Who cared at this stage?

Every stroke of Brooks' hand on my thigh created a tingle of anticipation
at the juncture between my scrotal sac and hole.

"What is happening?"  "What does he want to do?"  "What is he going to do?"
--As though I did not know.

My face was flushed partly out of embarrassment and partly out of
excitement. Embarrassed, because my cock was as hard as a rock, which I was
sure, was evident through my shorts.  I tried to read again but I could not
read anymore.  I pretended to read and knew that to stop any thing further,
I should get off the bed--I kept on lying and pretending to read.

The movements of the hand had become more insistent now.  It inched closer
and closer to my crotch.  The massage was getting more firm and I started
waiting for it to reach its final destination.  It made a few tentative
forays to my crotch and getting no rejection, a finger moved and traced the
outline of my cock on the cloth.  I was having trouble trying to breathe
normally.  I glanced over at Brooks, but he could not meet my eye, as he
was intent on the object so boldly outlined.

The hand moved fast and furtively, and before I knew it had clamped down on
my cock. I gasped.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

The answer -- his fingers trying to encircle my cock.

"Take off your shorts ", was all that Brooks intoned.  My restraint
snapped.

"I'll take off mine if you'll take off yours!".

With no further ado Brooks took off his shorts and threw them off the bed.
My eyes were riveted to his cock.  I had never seen a boy-man's cock close
up and stared at it.  It was six and a half inches long.  It curved upward
trying to touch the ceiling.  The mushroom head was oval and there was a
slight glistening in the slit.  A smattering of light brown hair, which
extended up to his navel, surrounded the base.  His chest was well
developed and smooth as a baby's backside.  Lying on his side facing me,
looking at me with his questioning azure eyes, I knew the girls who had let
go of this Apollo were fools.

I felt a slight hesitation to shed my clothes as my cock was only six
inches long, but I mechanically shucked off my shorts and lay on my side
facing Brooks.  My cock had never been so hard and was throbbing with
excitement.  A thin strand of precum made its way to the coverlet.

Moving quickly, Brooks snaked forward and grabbed my cock. I shuddered with
pleasure as he stroked my cock and gingerly reached for his cock.  I
stroked him with the same rhythm that he stroked me.

He slid toward me and kissed me full on the lips. He bit my lips and I
thought he would draw blood.  His tongue forced entry pass my teeth in its
quest for the back of my throat. It flicked over my teeth and fenced with
my tongue.  I thought I would stop breathing as my heart pounded away.  He
sucked so hard that I thought he was going to swallow my entire tongue. He
let go of my cock and swept me up in a tight embrace and I had no choice
but to return the embrace letting go of his red-hot cock.  He licked my
eyes, which were closed, my nose, chin and slowly worked his way down to my
belly button.  He nibbled at the dark brown down that snaked its way down
to my crotch, working his way slowly and sensuously and I thought I was
surely going to cum in anticipation of what would be next.

I stared at the top of his blonde mop and having nothing better to do
stroked the top of his head and scratched the back of his neck like you
would a puppy.  Puppy--his tongue was silky smooth as he salivated near my
pubes but would not go down any further!  I felt him feel below my buns,
squeeze them and slowly part them with his hand.  His mouth suddenly closed
on my cockhead, and at the same time he jammed a finger up my puckered
hole.  I thrust upward with my hips and he swallowed the whole of my cock
as his fingered jammed in to the second digit up my virgin ass.  I had
never felt any thing like this- sandwiched between his mouth and finger.
He started bobbing his head up and down on my cock and moved his finger in
and out of my hole.  Slowly, a flush of pleasure crept over me-I was being
fucked by mouth and finger at the same time!  He timed it such that with
each thrust of his finger I thrust upward to meet his hungry mouth.  The
tension started building in my balls and I was on my way to cumming.
Abruptly, he pulled out his finger and stopped sucking my cock.  I felt an
immediate and yearning emptiness.

"Why did you do that?"

"Turn over on your stomach and I'll show you what I want to do next!"

With great alacrity I turned over on my stomach and waited eagerly for him
to begin. He parted my cheeks with his palms and his tongue found my
asshole.  The tautness in my balls increased as he darted his tongue in and
around my hole.  His hands moved between and under my legs and started
fingering my cock and balls.  I was being transported to heights of
ecstasy, the likes of which I had never reached before.  I waited
impatiently for his next move that to me was now very obvious. He moved
some more on me but seemed to change his mind when he said:

"I want you to suck my cock!"

I wanted to avoid this, this cocksucking, and lay very still.  He moved his
torso near my head and said sharply:

"Suck my cock!"

I looked up with a jerk and he was kneeling in front of me with his cock in
my face. I tightly screwed my eyes shut as I felt his cock pushing between
my lips.  I opened my mouth a little and with one thrust Brooks shoved his
cock in, to the back of my throat.  It tasted salty but not bad and its
throbbing pulse started to get my pulse racing too.  Brooks slid his cock
in and out, past my teeth to the back of my throat.  He fucked my face
effortlessly as I moved my hands to the back of his thighs to steady
myself.  After going at it for a few minutes, Brooks nudged me on to my
side, with his cock still in my mouth; he dipped over my torso and once
again swallowed my erect cock.  Our mouths were fucking one another as we
ground our crotches into each other's faces.

Brooks changed his mind again-damn him!  He disentangled himself and sat up
on the bed.  Wordlessly he grabbed my shoulders and turned me over on my
stomach.  I was still somewhat ambivalent about the entire goings on, but
the last vestiges of doubt were disappearing under this concerted assault.
I waited to see what would happen!

Brooks moved to the back of my legs and pulled them apart.  I felt his
weight between them.  He split the cheeks of my ass as my puckered hole was
once again exposed to his view.  His thumbs stretched my hole.  He seemed
to wait.  I then felt the mushroom head of his cock caress my hole.  I
realized that "it" was going to happen now.  He grabbed around my waist and
pushed forward with his cock.  At first my hole was unyielding but the
pressure grew-and then with a hard thrust Brooks shoved the mushroom headed
battering arm half way up my ass.  My defenses were breached!  I expected
it to hurt with out any lube, but it didn't.  I felt his weight on my back
as he lay on top of me.  He was heavy but I didn't care.  He withdrew his
cock to the tip and with a grunt, pushed forward and shoved his cock in to
the hilt.  I felt his balls banging on the back of my cheeks and thought
the head of his cock would be half way up my throat!

Methodically Brooks began to fuck my ass with slow and deep strokes.  I
felt an intense pleasure and involuntarily tightened my ass muscles around
Brooks' cock.  He groaned with pleasure as he drove his cock in and out of
my ass.  I thought:

"Is this what happens when he pops girls' cherries?"

Brooks varied the rhythm of his pumping.  His movements grew in speed and
intensity.  The full length of his cock was moving in and out of my ass as
his torso pummeled my back with an increasing urgency.  I realized that I
was breathing heavily and was surprised to find that my ass was on its own
heaving up and down to meet each and every thrust of Brooks' cock.  My ass
got the rhythm by now-the muscles gripping Brooks' thrusting cock and
milking it with all the intensity of an experienced catamite.  My mouth was
dry and my tongue thickened as I buried my head deeper into the bed and
thrust my hips up powerfully to meet the banging that Brooks was giving me.
I was like a wild bucking bronco by now.  The more I bucked the harder
Brooks rammed his cock into me-the full length to the tip out, and then
banged in to the hilt!

The swollen cock rammed away at a fevered pitch.  I felt a sharp intake of
breath; Brooks grabbed my hips and pulled hard toward him.  He clamped his
legs around my own and thrust powerfully into my ass, and for the first
time I felt a stab of pain.  My reflex action was to squeeze hard with my
ass muscles and to shove up hard into the crook between his torso and legs,
impaling myself deeper on his shuddering cock.  I felt his cock throb as he
exhaled with a shiver.  His cum pumped into my ass as he moved gently in
very short strokes.  My ass felt warm and wet.

Although the tension had been building in my balls, I was so intent on the
pleasure of the fucking that Brooks was giving me, that I had not paid much
attention.  The combination of the solid banging and friction of rubbing
against the rough coverlet brought me to my own climax.

As Brooks spent his cum in my ass, I started ejaculating in great waves on
the bed.  I could feel each blast of cum emerging from deep within me, and
the feeling lasted longer than it ever had did.  Wave after wave tumbled of
my cock as I writhed in pleasure, staked down by Brooks' cock.

Our breathing subsided as Brooks lay on top of me, his lust sated for the
time being.  He slowly rose withdrawing his cock out of my ass in a smooth
and considerate action.  My ass felt like the Grand Canyon.  It felt empty
and hollow.  Brooks rolled off of me and I felt the wetness of his cum in
my distended asshole.  I slipped a finger in to check if all stations were
OK which they were and then licked the cum off my finger.  I felt like
singing!

We lay side by side not speaking a word to each other.  I was lost in my
own thoughts. The afterfuck made us indolent and we just lay there
immobile.  My thoughts turned to all the books I had eagerly devoured where
the fuck scenes were explicitly described-the cocks as thick as broomsticks
ripping into tight virgin holes. Jacking off had been good fun but to
actually experience it is something altogether in a different league.

It seemed forever before we moved.  I looked at Brooks' now limp cock; I
had taken it "all" up my ass.  I leaned forward and fondled it-my
lovestick.  Brooks was my lover-the love of my life!  I felt for the first
time such intense passion that it burnt a hole in my heart.

Brooks moved off the bed silently and got a towel from the bathroom.  He
wiped himself off, cleaning his cock and balls with great care.  He tossed
it over to me and I did the best I could to the aching parts of body.  My
cock was sore, as was my asshole too.

"Well did you like getting fucked?"

What a crude characterization of the wonderful experience that we just
had-the fuckface!

Brooks came and sat on the edge of the bed and seemed to contemplate my
naked body lying there.

"Have you ever been fucked before Manny?"

"Fucking hell yes!" I thought, but demurely murmured:

"No, this was the first."

"What about you Brooks?"

"I've never fucked, but I have jerked-off with a friend."

"What's his name?'

"I...you don't know him, and I can't tell you his name."

He leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  I held his head down and prised
open his lips with my tongue and forced it between his teeth down to the
back of his throat.  I caught his shoulders and yanked him down on top of
me.  I tongue-fucked his mouth and ground my lips into his.  He dragged
himself off and looked me dead in the eyes.

"You really dig this, don't you?"

I grabbed at him again, and he fell on top of me.  I whispered hoarsely:

"Brooks I love you, I really do!"

He looked at me very strangely. I shrugged it off to my imagination as my
cock was beginning to harden again.  The now familiar tautness was
enveloping my balls.  I darted my hand down between Brooks' legs and was
not surprised to find his just cleaned cock throbbing in my grip.  I
wriggled out from under him and tried to turn him on his stomach.  I was
very clear in my mind what I wanted to do.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"No! Only girls get fucked."

"Oh please Brooks, just this one time; I can't hold out."

"No! I've never done it and I don't want to."

"Oh please, just this time?"

He looked at me with those baby-blue eyes of his.  Did I detect a glance of
malevolence?  He continued to stare at me.  His eyes glazed and the hoods
drooped.

He slowly turned over and lay on his stomach.  There before me was Adonis
in all his naked glory.  He had broad shoulders, which tapered down to a
twenty-eight inch waist.  His ass was in contrast to the rest of his
sun-tanned body-two white semi-orbs, taut in anticipation.  Below were his
firmly muscled legs covered with a light blonde down.

I parted these legs and positioned myself between them.  Brooks was silent.
I bent over and kissed his ass- cheeks and gradually tongued them over.  My
roving tongue found the crack between his cheeks and darted forward.  I
thumbed apart his ass and tried to slide my tongue into his puckered hole.
I smelt the musky odor of his maleness and it only heightened my
sensuousness.  He had a few hairs ringing his rosette and I dug my face in
to nibble at them.  There was audible moan from Brooks as he tightened his
ass muscles as I invaded his privacy.

I pushed my hands below his stomach and played around with his cock and
balls.  I moved his cock up and down and lightly squeezed and fingered his
balls.  I felt the sticky wetness of his precum as I moved my busy tongue
in and out of his asshole.  Brooks lifted his hips in a desire to take as
much of my tongue as he could up his hot ass.

I got up and stared at his ass.  A citadel which seemed almost unassailable
a few moments ago.  Strands of my precum were over his ass and I gathered
these and rubbed them lightly over my cockhead.

I spread his ass cheeks once again and leant forward, my cock aimed true at
his waiting asshole.  He tried to clench his hole shut but my insistent
cock continued its assault undaunted, as I let my body fall forward on his
back.  I lunged for my fair share of heaven.

"Omigod it's in!"

He gasped, as my cock slid up his tongue-lubricated ass.  I snaked my arms
under his armpits and over his shoulders and dragged my face to the back of
his head.  I buried my face in his blonde hair, as I plunged into the
depths of his ass to satisfy my lusty desires.

His ass muscles clung to my cock as I started stroking in and out.  I was
gentle at first but I increased the tempo as my balls began to feel as
though they were about to explode.  I wanted to prolong this fuck-my first,
my virgin fuck.  I slowed down and teased his ass with small in and out
movements.  I savored the elastic of his puckered hole with my cock as I
tried to pleasure this body below which belonged to me for the moment in
all its entirety.

This forbidden valley of pleasure was raising my lust to heights, which I
didn't want to abandon.  I slipped my hands down to the pliable ass and
stretched the cheeks as far apart as I could.  I rammed down with all I
possessed to plumb the very depths of his fuckhole.  My assault had only
just begun.

Brooks thrust his hips up to meet my demanding cock.  His ass muscles were
getting a real workout as they twisted churned, trying to milk the very
essence out of my cock. My cum had started bubbling like hot lava deep
inside my core and was about erupt from the tip of my cock like hot lava
cascading down a hillside from the mouth of a volcano. I pounded his ass
mercilessly. I wanted to fuck him so the head of my cock would be forced
out of his mouth!

And then it happened.  Wave after wave of passion engulfed me.  My balls
exploded and I spumed copious amounts of cum in Brooks' ass.  I was covered
with sweat which flowed like rivulets off Brooks' back. I gasped unable to
breathe as my boiling essence churned into the waiting depths of Brooks'
ass. My body trembled, my legs quivered.  I thought I was going to die!

I finally collapsed onto his back.  Our bodies were slick with sweat.  We
were both panting from our exertions, and I was ecstatic that my lust had
been finally sated.

Brooks eventually got out from under me. My head lay on it side and he
gently caressed it.  He bent across and kissed me lightly on the lips.  I
lay unmoving contemplating the enormity of the situation.  My lover was
looking at with those baby-blue eyes, and the tenderness in them was now
evident.  I really loved him then and swore to love him forever.

"You are a fool if you believe in love."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing."

He had a strange wistfulness about him. I did not know what to say.

"I guess you should go home now."

I felt hurt by this abrupt dismissal. However there was nothing much I
could say or do.

"Can someone call me a cab?"

"Oh, you don't have a ride? Never mind I'll get you home."

We got dressed and went down to the garage. The foreign job was there. He
said it was his mother's car.  He drove fast but confidently as I directed
him home. I wanted the drive to take longer but before I knew it we were at
my front door.

"You live here?"

"No, I'm just a guest." I replied tartly. A smile flickered across his
lips. I got out of the car and shut the door.

"Will I see you again?"

His eyes clouded and I thought I saw some hesitation in them before he
replied.

"Perhaps, you never know."

Before I could add anything further he had started the car and was driving
away. He never looked back as I waved to him weakly. I went in to the
house. My mom was in the kitchen and had seen us drive up through the
window. She asked if I had had a good time to which I gave an overly
enthusiastic reply. I made my way up to the room and slumped across my
bed. I was sure that I would never see Brooks again.

I did not bother calling Damie or return the money to my dad. In retrospect
when I think of it I must have come across as a na‹ve fool

Summer was coming to an end. Celia would soon be home and the new year at
school would soon be starting. This was the crucial year if I intended to
get in to a good school. I had looked up Brooks' number in the directory
and called once. Someone at the other end said that he was not there and
would not be available as he was going straight off to college from
wherever he had gone. I asked them to pass on the message that I had
called. Either he never got the message or he did not bother to call
back. Well, whatever it was, it was time for me to forget him and get on
with my life.

He had broken my heart but he would never know it.


.to be continued.

ethansen@studmail.com