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noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 03:51:06 PST

Written and Read by Nathan Jones

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I sealed the last box with a sigh of relief. At last I had finished packing! I hated moving and I seemed to be doing it a lot recently. I think that's why I had so few positions now. Every time I moved I would cast off all the junk I had accumulated and now I had only the essentials for comfortable living and my ever present computer.
In fact it was because of the computer that, although the flat was nearly empty, I hadn't moved yet. The flat I was moving into hadn't had the Internet connection turned on yet and the one I was in would have it for another week. So here I was, spending my last evening in my almost empty flat with just the bed, the last of the boxes and a computer .
After doing a bit more surfing I decided it was just a bit too lonely there, even for me, so I decided to go to the pub. I don't usually like to drink on my own but all my mates were doing other things and anyway, I was only going to have a couple, then have a bite to eat from the local takeaway and an early night, so it didn't seem worth calling them.
The pub I chose was the local gay bar and, this being Brighton, it was full, even though it was a Wednesday. I wove my way to the bar and ordered my pint. The barman was new. He was a young guy of about 18 I guessed. His smooth, blemish free skin and a tight lithe body made him look even younger. Wednesday nights were always a themed night here and they had decided on sport this week. When the barman went to the till to get get me my change I was treated to the sight of his tight round ass, nicely outlined by the thin white nylon of his running shorts. Even the dimples of his cheeks were easily visible and he looked so sexy that I almost caught my breath.
I had recently worked as a barman myself so I knew that gay barman have so many customers leering over them that it can get to be a real turn off, so by the time he turned around to face me I made sure I was looking the other way. He tapped me lightly on the shoulder to get my attention and give me my change. "Thanks!" I flashed a smile at him and he reciprocated, holding eye contact long enough that I started to blush red. He laughed softly and moved away to carry on serving.
As I was on my own I had a good excuse to stay at the bar and I took full advantage of it. I stayed longer than I had intended and consequently drank more as well. I wasn't drunk but I was getting there. Like most people, when I get drunk I also get horny and by the end of the night my cock seemed to fluctuate between fully hard and just semi but it never completely went down. It was a bit of a problem when I went to the toilets and several times I had guys who obviously wanted to help me out, but as I didn't want to lose my place at the bar I didn't linger or take advantage of their unspoken offers.
Eventually I decided I had better go. I had fantasised all night about the barman but now it was time to get real. Besides, I had drunk to much already and I had a big day tomorrow. I waved goodbye to the barman, who gave me another of his broad smiles and made my way home.
When I arrived I walked through the door to be met by a wall of heat. Although it was summer it was a bit chilly in the evenings so I still used the heating for a few hours. I remembered now that when I had been cleaning I had wiped down the thermostat and moved it. I must have put it on maximum because it was like the tropics in there. I turned it down to a more reasonable temperature and opened a window a little to let some cooler air in, then I got myself a cold beer and settled down with my computer. It didn't take long

before I was looking at porno and getting even hotter.
I decided to look at Grindr and Badoo on my phone. They are kind of gay dating apps that allows you to see other guys who are logged on and nearby, and tonight it was busy. There were about forty guys within about two miles of my location. Some where complete monsters but others looked okay. As I surfed the porn I came across a page full of young guys wanking or playing with each other on cam, then I found one of two young guys having sex that was really hot. I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I could feel my boner pressing hard against the material of my jeans and I passed my hand over it pressing and rubbing. I could feel the head tingle and a little per-cum ooze out. Just then my phone bleeped. It was a chat message from someone on Grindr:

After taking a couple of minutes to look at his profile I answered that I was fine and that I was close to the centre. After a few more exchanges we realised that we were just around the corner from each other. Even though he didn't have a picture on his profile, something which normally stops the conversation dead from my point of view, I was feeling so horny that I carried on talking to him. Eventually I asked him to send me a picture. When I got it I was pleasantly surprised to say the least. After a few exchanges of photos I decided to see if I could make one of my fantasies come true. I had chatted lots of times but never with somebody who lived so close. On top of that, I was leaving the flat tomorrow so if I got him to come round he still wouldn't really know where I lived. It seemed the perfect opportunity so I wrote:

The reply was instantaneous. He seemed up for it. So I continued:

There was a long pause... Damn! I thought. Then came his reply.. "What time?"
"Anytime!" I responded. "Now!"
Another pause...
"I have to wait until everyone's in bed. I don't want them to know I'm going out."
I told him it was okay and agreed he could message me when he was leaving. To be honest I really never expected to hear from him again. By now though, despite the heat, I was shivering with nerves and excitement. What if he really did come round? Could I go through with it? I decided to open a bottle of wine to calm my nerves.
Once I had taken a few sips I began to think a bit more seriously about the reality of what I was planning. I looked around the room and realised it was a bit of a mess, with boxes scattered about the place. I rushed around clearing up, pushing and carrying boxes into the spare room. I didn't want him wandering around the empty flat looking for me so I heaved the bed into the living room and made it up again with the white duvet. Towels, towels! I needed clean towels! I ran back into the spare bedroom and ripped open the box with the towels in it and pulled out a big white one. On top of the white duvet it wouldn't look so conspicuous. I switched of the light.... To dark! I opened the blind on the window letting through slivers of amber light. Better! Now the room was empty apart from the bed, a small table and the computer. The flat was on the ground floor with a door that led directly from the back of the flat into the living room so now, if he came, he could come straight in and see me straight away.
I was exhausted and sweaty from the combination of the heat, rushing around and nerves! I looked at my watch. Nearly half an hour since the last message. I was sure I would have time for a quick shower so I took my phone into the bathroom with me, just in case, and jumped in. The warm water was at once soothing and refreshing but I didn't stay in long. Getting out I dried myself but didn't bother to dress. My phone beeped again. It had to be him. Shit! Did I still want to do this? It was a bit crazy even for me! But I knew I'd probably never have the chance again. I looked at the phone, biting my lip. The message said:

I replied a simple "OK - Yes"
Shit! This was real! He was really coming! Immediately I lost my hardon. I had minutes before he arrived. What if the photo wasn't him? What if he was a complete monster! What if he wanted to beat me up or murder me! I took another gulp of wine. Sod it!
I lay face down on the bed as promised, placing the computer on the bedside table with one of my favourite porno DVD's playing. It would last about 90 mins. I was sure that would be plenty. The light from the screen illuminated my body and cast flickering shadows on the wall. THE DOOR! I'd forgotten the door! I jumped up again and opened it just enough so that close up anyone could see it wasn't completely shut, then I practically leapt onto the bed again.
Despite my nerves, my cock began to harden. I waited in the hot room, a slight breeze pushed the door open an inch and I froze. When I realised it wasn't him I relaxed again. Ages seemed to pass and I was just thinking about getting up and closing the door when I heard a light tap. I held my breath. The hinge creaked slightly. I heard him enter the room and close the door gently. Footsteps on the soft carpet told me he was moving closer. "Fuckin'ell!" I heard him whisper! His hand gently touched my back and ran down onto and over the curve of my ass. He'd obviously decided that he liked what he saw because he hurriedly began to strip.
As he undressed I sneaked a look sideways. It was true! The picture really was him. If anything his body looked even better in the soft light coming from the computer. I didn't manage to see his face but I didn't really care at this point. There was just one difference I noted though. He was COMPLETELY hairless. He must have taken the time that he was waiting to shave his pubic hair off. The rest of him looked naturally hairless.
Once naked his warm hands returned to my back and ass, stroking and caressing me gently. God! This was hot! I buried my face in the pillow as a felt his nails rake my ass.
"Can I lie on you?" he whispered.
"Course!" I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow.
His sounded really young but maybe it was because he was whispering I thought. I felt the bed dip as he climbed onto it. I put my legs together so that he could kneel astride me. His knees touched my thighs sending shivers through me. He placed his hands beside my elbows and lowered himself onto me. The first part of his body to make contact with me was his cock. It felt as hard as iron and hot. It pressed against my right cheek as he lowered his stomach then his chest onto my back. I could feel the heat of his skin and the beating of his heart as he sighed a long breath.
With his cock on my ass his head barely reached above my shoulders and he was much lighter than I expected, but despite his small size his rock hard penis was at least as big as mine. Slowly he moved his hips, rubbing his cock against my right cheek. I wriggled my ass a little so that it slid between my cheeks then gripped it tightly. This time the gasp he gave was louder and he bit my shoulder gently.
"Fuck!" he breathed.
I let him rub between my cheeks as I pushed back, taking care that he didn't enter me. Once or twice I felt the head of his cock push against the entrance to my body so I squeezed tight to stop him.
"Let me roll over." I said quietly.
He was so absorbed in what he was doing I had to say it twice.
"Oh! Yeh, okay!" he finally responded.
He lifted up enough to let me turn over. Finally I got to see him. A mop of blonde curly hair still hid most of his face but his body was easy to see in the light coming from the computer. He was just as in the photo smooth, lithe and with all of his body hair removed he looked young. The thought even occurred to me that he might not be above 16 but that huge cock told me otherwise. Anyway, it was a bit late now.
As soon as I was on my back he dropped onto me again, a groan escaping him as our cocks rubbed together. He wrapped his arms around me and began to hump me frantically. I placed my hands on his cheeks and squeezed, he pressed against me as if he was trying to weld his body to mine.
"Don't cum too soon!" I advised him.
He heeded my words and slowed down. I wrapped him in my arms and rolled over so that he was under me and gently kissed his forehead, then his nose, then his chin then his neck. He could see that I was moving south so he let go of me. I moved down to his chest and nibbled each of his soft nipples in turn. The right one was the most sensitive, making him squirm as I ran my tongue over it and nipped it with my teeth.
By now I could feel his cock pressing against my upper abdomen as he tried to rub it against me. When I moved down to his stomach he froze in anticipation, his breath coming in little gasps. Gently he placed his hands on my head encouraging me to go further. I teased him for a while, as if I wasn't going to do it but then suddenly, when I felt his hands relax I dipped down his body and took the head of his smooth cock into my
mouth. As I worked my tongue over his glans and into his piss hole he started to wriggle. It took me a few seconds to work out that he actually wanted to move. When I lifted up he slithered round in the bed to get into the 69 position.
Hungrily he took my own cock into his mouth. As he did so, he began to fuck my face with so much energy that it made me gag. The moans coming from the DVD playing on my computer almost matching the rhythm of his he pushed deep into my throat and sucked the pre-cum from my cock. He pulled my shaft from his mouth and stopped thrusting his own into mine.
"Will you lie on top of me?" he asked.
"Mmmm!" was all I could manage with his hard rod in my mouth.
Deftly he wriggled around again, but this time he lay on his stomach. I manoeuvred above him and lowered myself onto him. Not for the first time I noticed how smooth and soft his skin was. He wriggled, as I had done, so that my cock went between his cheeks. After just a few gentle pushes my pre-cum lubricated us and my rod slid easily between his cheeks, the head rising to appear briefly at the base of his spine before disappearing again between his velvety mounds.
I looked up briefly to see the DVD had reached a part where one of the young guys on the screen was rimming the other and pushing his fingers gently into his ass. Looking down I could see that my young guest was watching as well, eyes wide.
"Do that to me with your fingers!"
I lifted a hand and wet my fingers in my mouth before reaching down for his ass. He lifted and I almost pushed my cock into him by accident. Taking more care I placed my finger at his hole and pressed gently. He was tight but with a little effort, first one, then two fingers entered him. He groaned and writhed under me, my fingers slid in and out as I felt for his prostate. When I found it he gave a little whimper and closed his eyes.
"Ohhhhh!" He groaned. "That feels sooooo good! Now put your cock there,"
"Did you bring condoms?" I asked.
"No!....... Just put it between my cheeks then."
Not wanting to break the spell I took out my fingers and lay on him again. I felt him squeeze my cock between his cheeks just as I had done to him. Slowly I began to piston my hips. On the DVD the guys hard started to fuck and they were really vocal. I could see that my visitor was enthralled, just as I was. We watched as the bigger of the two pushed his long thick cock into the smaller. My own thrusts started to get more energetic as we watched the video. Suddenly, instead of squeezing he opened and lifted his ass. The head of my cock hit his hole and went in about half an inch. He gasped and I pulled back.
"Do that again! Please! Just a little."
By now I was so turned on I didn't even think of refusing. Carefully I placed the head of my cock against his hole and pushed gently, teasingly. He lifted his ass enough so that I could reach under and start to play with his rigid pole. The guys on the TV were groaning and whimpering as they fucked hard. We could hardly take our eyes off them. As I teased his hole and played with his cock I was almost overcome with the urge
to do the same. Apparently so was he. Pushing back he begged me.
"Please! Fuck me!"
My cock entered him further and I couldn't stop myself from pushing deeper.
"Aaaaahhh! Ye!" He cried out.
In just a couple of thrusts I was all the way in. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him as I
began to pump my rod into him. We both gasped as I filled him with my hot flesh.
"Ooh yes!" He whimpered. "Fuck me!"
I pulled back and pushed all the way in again making cry out, at the same time reaching for his cock again. It was oozing pre-cum helping me to slide my hand over the head. He began to buck, pushing back against me. I knelt up, pulling him up with me. I began to hammer him hard and fast. I could tell he wouldn't last long and I wanted us to cum at the same time.
"Oh yeh! That's it! Harder! Harder!"
He was working his own cock now, bringing himself to climax.
"I'm nearly cumming!" I warned.
"Do it! Cum in me!"
I felt my balls tighten as the cum began to surge.
"I'm gonna cum!" I warned again.
"Yes! Do it!" To emphasise the point he reached back with his free hand and pulled me too him. I realised by his groans that he was cumming already. Suddenly I began to climax, squirting load after load into him.
"Cumming! I'm cumming!" I gasped.
We collapsed onto the bed for a few seconds before I rolled off him onto my back.
"Phew!" was all I could manage.
Seconds later he was up and getting dressed. Before he went he leaned over me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Great cock!" he said.
"Great ass!" I replied.
Then he was gone.

My First Time

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 03:09:09 PST

Recently, one of my readers sent me a story in the rough, asking what I thought and wondering if I might be able to work on it. The result of our collaboration is what you see below. I enjoyed the process so much that, besides continuing with my own stories, I would like to encourage any other readers who would like to share their stories, but feel they need help, to contact me directly at: nathan.jones080@gmail.com

And so, here is the story.
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Written by John in collaboration with Nathan

My first time happened when I was teenager I was the youngest boy in our family and since we got a tuition grant for having three children in the same school, my parents insisted that I attend the same all boys school as my brothers.

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During the summer break my mother decided to "donate" my time for a couple of days a week to help paint and clean the school building. I hated the idea but as I had no choice I decided to make the best of it. This was also the year that my body started to change, and fast! Spontaneous boners were a constant embarrassment and I soon learned a variety of ways to hide them.

I began to work every day, painting and cleaning, with a teacher called Larry. He was in his late 20's. He was what they called 'a brother' which is kind of like a priest but not ordained. Larry ran several miles every day and was in real good shape. I remember seeing him in the shower a couple of times and I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at his smooth, slim, muscular body as the soapy water ran in a bubbly stream over his round ass and heavy cock.

As the days passed we felt more relaxed with each other and he became more familiar with me. He began hugging me, slapping my back and sometimes he would lean on my shoulder as we stood back to appreciate our handiwork. He taught me well and despite my earlier misgivings, he made the whole thing fun.

One night we worked kinda late and I was a little worried about riding my bike home at night without lights.

"Tell you what! If you like, I'll call your parents and offer to put you up at my place." he offered.

"Would you? That'd be cool!" I agreed eagerly.

Larry called my mum and she was happy for me to stay, once he assured her that I would be safe staying in his place, which was across the street. We finished up the room and went back to his and ate a quick but satisfying meal.

"You can jump in the shower first." he half suggested, half ordered.

He showed me where it was and left me to strip off . The hot water relaxed my tired muscles and I had to work hard to push the thoughts out of my mind of how many times Larry must have jerked off as he stood exactly where I was stood now. I remembered the glimpses I had caught of him in the shower and imagined his heavy cock growing hard. I looked down to see that I had grown so stiff that my hard rod was almost touching my stomach.

Larry knocked at the door, breaking into my thoughts and making me jump. "Don't use up all the hot water kiddo! He laughed.

Shocked back to reality I turned off the shower and climbed out. As I dried myself I tried to think of the least sexy things I could, to make my boner go down. I put my teeshirt and underwear back on and went into the living room to watch TV. Larry looked at me and smiled as I hurriedly sat down, trying to hide my still semi-hard cock. He got up and went into the bathroom to take his shower.

I sat on the sofa not really watching TV, listening to the sounds of him washing himself down, wondering if he had a boner or was playing with himself. My heart pounded in my chest as I listened, but my disobedient penis was firmly under control. When he eventually came out he was only wearing a towel. I remember thinking how muscular and in shape he was and what was more, he had HAIR. I was so jealous. Anyway, he sat behind me on a chair and dried off, then he went and put underwear on.

When he came back he sat behind me again, then all of a sudden, he started laughing loudly. I turned to see what he was laughing at and he pointed out that I had paint on the back of my head and down my neck.

"Come with me." He chuckled, as he stood up.

He led me to the shower room and, unabashed, dropped his underwear and stepped into the shower. I stood there kinda dumb-like for a minute, caught by surprise and not sure what to do.

"Come on! Hop in! What are you waiting for? Stand in front of me and I'll get that paint out of your hair. You can't do it on your own! You've proved that already!" he laughed.

Nervously, I took off my tee then self-consciously dropped my underwear and stepped into the shower with him. I stood facing the wall, directly under the shower head, water running all over me in rivulets as he began to wash my hair.

He spent a lot of time getting all the paint out, tenderly rubbing and raking the back of my head with his strong hands. I was lost in my own world of pleasure at his touch and hardly noticed as he moved from my head and neck onto my shoulders and back. I held my breath as his hands brushed the top of my ass just where the cheeks part. I heard him crouch down behind me and his hands grasped the top of my thigh as he began to wash my legs.

I stood with my legs apart as he washed me, holding my breath, each time his hands moved to the top of my thigh. Eventually he stood up and I felt his hands circle my torso and begin to gently wash my chest with massaging movements. I stood there hardly moving, but trembling slightly and hoping he wouldn't notice. When I started to get a boner I was so scared he would think badly of me that I was able to will it down.

As he washed me he said flattering things about how much my body had changed over the summer and it really made me proud. As he continued to rub my chest I was sure I could feel his penis rubbing my bottom. I could feel it's heat as it touched first one cheek then the other, and once or twice even the crevice of my ass, but I didn't move or do anything. I was too scared. Finally we rinsed off and he handed me a towel as he began to dry himself. Before he wrapped the towel around his waist I tried to sneak a look at his penis but he seemed to be hiding it from me. I followed his example and wrapped my own towel around my slim hips and followed him back into the living room to watch TV.

Larry sat down on the one large, soft, leather chair in front of the TV and loosened his towel a little so that he could spread his legs wide. He lay back and patted the empty space between them.

"There's only one comfy chair, so you can sit here if you like!" He suggested softly.

I could feel myself blushing as I timidly turned my back to him and lowered myself onto the smooth leather. As I sat in front of him he put his hands on my shoulders, pulled me back and kinda cuddled me.

At first he just let me lie there. The feel of his skin against mine made me feel feel good and I almost started to fall asleep. After a while he began to rub my chest real soft and told me how good a job I had been doing and thanked me for spending time with him. As he kept rubbing me I was getting harder and harder. I could feel my cock getting full and tight, and at one point I looked down and could see the towel sticking up as my boner pulsated against it. I didn't know what to do so I pretended to be falling asleep. I felt his hand go lower and rub my right thigh. As he rubbed softly I felt the towel fall off a little and eventually open, exposing my whole right side. He kept rubbing my thigh up and down from my waist to my knee. Real slow, nice gentle touches that sent a tingle through my body. My dick was so hard after about 30 minutes of this, pounding hard! I kept pretending to be asleep

He called my name a couple of times and I didn't answer. I was somehow trying to keep my heart from pounding or my body from shaking, trying to look like I was asleep. He called my name again.

"John! Are you awake?"

I didn't answer. I felt his other hand come down, sliding under my loose towel as he began to rub the top of my left thigh. This made the towel come completely open exposing my rigid cock. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath as the towel fell away. He kept rubbing my thighs. My dick was at its full, I would guess, five or six inches then. He stopped and called my name again. I didn't say anything. This time I made sleeping noises. I was so scared by the fact he could see my boner and I was worried he would be angry or upset with me, but I didn't want him to stop.

He began to rub my right thigh again, this time moving to the inside of my thigh. I noticed he was breathing fast. I could feel his heart beating against my back, AND I was sure I could feel his penis behind me, pressing against the top of my ass, he moved his hips slightly and I was sure of it now. His hands left my thighs and one gently cupped my balls, while with the other he ran his fingers through the small amount of hair I had above my penis.

Then he touched IT, he touched my penis. I almost jumped out of my skin!! He just held it for a while, feeling it's hardness, then he started to stroke me, gently and really slowly. He whispered my name into my ear again. I just grunted, eyes shut tight now. He continued to stroke me so slowly. Soon I could feel I was gonna shoot. I was so confused by it all. The pleasure was building and building. I did everything I could do to hold back. Then it happened. It started at my toes, my stomach tightened, my dick throbbed, pulsed once, pulsed again. All the time he kept the same very slow speed. Then with a giant gulp of air and an uncontrollable thrust forward I came. Oh God did I come. It was like fireworks. I shot all over my chest, shot after shot came roaring out of my young penis. He held me tight as I emptied myself, thrusting with my hips and squirting as he wrapped me in his arms and kissed my neck. I had never felt so loved before. It was only then that I said my first words to him.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty, "I couldn't hold it."

"It's all ok, all ok!" He replied softly.

He hugged me for a while longer then carried me over to the bed and we laid together naked. Finally I got to see his penis hard. To me it was gigantic, long and thick with a bulbous shiny head. He took me in his arms and we hugged for a long time.

After a while he asked me, "Would you like me to rub your back and legs to help you get to sleep?

"Sure!" I replied.

He had some oil there and poured it on his hands before applying it to my back and legs. Then I really did start to fall asleep He started to rub my butt which I thought was funny because it kinda tickled. Then he rubbed my back and shoulders again. I felt him kneel between my legs as he rubbed my shoulders. It felt so good. I felt his knees pushing my legs apart. He rubbed my lower back and buns and then my legs again. I loved the attention. I was getting.

I was feeling sleepy as he rubbed up to my shoulders, then I felt his dick pressing against my butt. He leaned up for a moment and poured oil over my cheeks, some of it running into the crevice. My dick began to grow hard again as he spread it over my buns and into my crack, the edge of his hand pressing and rubbing over my hole.

Up until this moment I'd had no idea what his intentions were, but then I felt it, the head of his hot dick sliding between my cheeks and pressing insistently at the entrance to my body. He added pressure and whispered in my ear.

"You okay!"

"Sure!"

"Push out and breath!" He said softly.

"Okay."

I felt him press harder, then it happened! OMG His dick was going INTO me. I was going to yell, I was going to get up, but I froze as I felt myself opening up. Then, with a popping sensation he began entering me. It seemed to burn and I felt like a pole was going into me. He stopped for a few seconds to let me get used to it, but as he rested his weight onto me, it slid in further. Then I knew, his whole length was in me. I just laid there at first, not sure what to do. It kinda hurt but I didn't want him to stop. He pulled back a little and pushed into me again, all slow and gentle at first. He then began to speed up, each time pulling further back then pushing all the way in.

Like I said, it hurt a little at first, but all a sudden, once, when he was all the way in, he made me tingle. Then again, tingles, more tingles. They started to build way inside. I actually thought I might pee and I got a little worried. The sensations filled me as he began to pound my ass, the force of his thrusts making my steel hard cock rub against the sheet. I could feel his weight on top of me as his thick pole rammed into me deeper and faster with every thrust. He slid his hands under my body, wrapping me in his arms. When I started to moan with sexual pleasure he let go of all inhibitions, grunting and panting into my ear as the slapping sounds filled the room. Then all the sudden I came again. Hard, pulsing, throbbing, bursts of cum that caught me by surprise as I orgasmed. Just as my orgasm was subsiding he slammed into me hard, straining, pushing himself in as deep as he could go. His arms held me tighter, his body shook and I felt his cock thicken and pulse as he groaned and kissed my neck. I could feel it throb in me. I knew he was shooting, filling me with his cum, and I loved it.

The next morning I found out it was his first time. For some odd reason that made me feel proud. We continued this relationship for the next year but then he got transferred to California.

I still think of him fondly. I have tried to track him down in my adult life but I haven't been successful. Maybe one day we will meet again.

The Best Bus Ride of my Life

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 05:58:04 PST

Written and Read by Nathan Jones

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I was in my last year at school and on my way to the end of year party that was being held in the sports hall. I was 18 and had never had sex with a guy. Of course, I’d messed around with my mates a bit. The usual 'horse-play', you know the kind of thing, wrestling with them on the floor of my living room when my parents were at work. We would strip down to the waist and take off our shoes and socks and try to pin each other for a count of three. I always had a raging boner even before we began, so you can imagine, after a few minutes of forcing my an arm between my best mates legs, grasping his ass and feeling the heat of his balls against my forearm I was more than a little excited!
I was on the public bus travelling from my home to school. It was the first hot day of June and I was on the top deck of a double-decker bus. The type you always see in the tourist images of London. We were stuck in traffic as usual and the bus was moving in fits and starts. There was no air conditioning on the bus and the sun blazed through the window, creating a hot steamy atmosphere. I took off my thin sweat top in an effort to get comfortable and cool down, placing it on the seat beside me.
I always tried to get a seat at the back of the bus because that way, if there were only a few people and I got horny (which was almost always) I could play without anyone noticing. It wasn't that I especially liked to masturbate in public you understand. It was more a case of necessity. Sometimes my hormone levels where just so high that I had to find some relief. I was always careful not to be seen of course, but sometimes I couldn't resist giving into temptation.
Today, under my sweatshirt, I was wearing a plain black t-shirt. It was quite baggy and I pulled it out of my trousers to help with the ventilation and to hide the bulge in my jeans.
The bus approached yet another stop and I heard the doors open. From my high position I could see people leaving the bus and others waiting patiently to get on. My eyes scanned the group as they came aboard, picking out the attractive young guys. One in particular caught my eye. He was medium height with beautiful smooth skin and light brown hair. He entered the bus a few seconds later and I heard his footsteps as he ran up the stairs. He was stunning! He had eyes that were so blue that even from my position near the back of the bus I could see them standing out against his lightly tanned face. He moved towards me glancing left and right at the other passengers, trying to decide where to sit. He looked at me and I averted my gaze, hoping that he wouldn't notice that I had been staring at him.
He spotted an empty seat, across the aisle from me, and casually swung himself into it, sitting at an angle with his back to the window and half facing me. He had a cocky attitude that immediately made me feel uncomfortable. I'm sure that I began to blush as I tried to look straight ahead, at the same time sinking deeper into my seat in an effort to escape his attention.
The bus moved off and I adjusted my t-shirt to cover my crotch and hide my growing erection. I tried not to look at him but it was almost impossible. He was gorgeous and I really wanted to stare at him and take in all the details of his smooth features and honed body. It didn't help that he seemed to have fixed his gaze on me! I was reminded of the opening remarks of the book War of the Worlds "Like a swarm that multiply in a drop of water." I certainly felt like I was under the microscope!
My heart began to pound in my chest as he continued to look at me. I started to fantasise about what his hard cock might look like. By now my own boner was straining to be let free and I couldn't resist moving my hand down and rubbing it a couple of times. It tingled as waves of pleasure moved from the throbbing tip to the base of my balls and through to my ass. The boy on the other seat continued to stare at me and I began to panic a little. Had he noticed what I was doing?
The answer to my question soon became obvious. I hadn't meant it as a signal but it appeared that is exactly what it had been. He mirrored my action and rubbed his own crotch. I tried to resist but I couldn't help looking as his hand passed over what I now realised was a sizeable bulge in his trousers. I swallowed nervously and looked away. Had he deliberately copied my movements? I decided to find out. I placed my hand on my crotch but didn't move it. He did the same. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I began to rub the swollen head of my cock with the palm of my hand. Again, he copied my movements. By now I wasn't sure if the sweat beading on my forehead was due to the excitement or the heat. I passed my hand over my brow and he wiped his at almost the same time.
I decided to be a little braver. I sat sideways on the seat with one leg stretched out over the cushion and slid my hand just under the waist of my trousers so that the tips of my fingers could touch my cock. He lifted up and his t-shirt to expose his smooth hard stomach. He gently pressed on the smooth flesh creating a gap between his trousers and his body and slid his whole hand into his them. At the same time he looked at me half smiling and half challenging, daring me to go further. It seemed that the lead had changed hands. I looked nervously around the bus. There were only a few people on this deck and they were oblivious to what was going on. I tried to maintain a passive look as I carefully undid the top button of my trousers and slid down my flies. My hot pulsating cock stretched the thin fabric of my white briefs.
He removed his hand from his trousers, undid his belt then his buttons and finally, lifting his firm ass of the seat, slid his trousers part way down his thighs. I could now see his massive cock lifting the material of his underwear and the swollen head clearly outlined.
I began to tremble with nervous excitement and hesitated. I’d never done anything like this before and to be honest I was more than a little scared. He saw that I needed more encouragement and he gave it to me. He quickly pulled up his trousers again and stood up, then he moved across to my side of the bus. I took my leg off the seat and turned to face the front as he sat down beside me.
I still had my trousers open and I was about to fasten them up again but he stopped me by placing his hand over mine. He then opened his trousers and slid them down to his knees. I felt a mix of panic and excitement. What should I do next? He had me pinned in the corner but I felt the urge to jump up, get off the bus and run away before this went too far? What if we were caught? How would I explain it? I made my mind up to stay when he reached for his cock and gave it a squeeze, opening his mouth in a breathless gasp of pleasure.
I was captivated by the stunning beauty of this guy. The fact that he had the biggest cock I had ever seen multiplied my interest tenfold. As he released his hold on his cock I saw a damp spot where the pre-cum had oozed from rock hard member. I had a sudden impulse to touch it but I resisted. He looked at me and then at my throbbing, aching cock. God, how I wanted to just spurt my load then and there! The sexual tension was almost unbearable. Slowly I put my hand down on the seat between us, brushing the skin of his exposed thigh. Every nerve in my body tingled as I touched his warm smooth skin.
He was obviously braver than me, and perhaps more experienced, because without further hesitation he reached behind me and slid his hand between my trousers and my ass. His middle finger slid into the crevice between my cheeks and touched the sensitive spot at the base of my spine. I almost slid onto the floor, weak with pleasure.
With his other hand he lifted the waistband of his underwear and for the first time I saw the smooth shiny head of his exposed rod of flesh. He pulled the waistband farther down exposing his full length and hooked it under his swollen balls. All this time his face remained almost without expression. If an observer had looked in our direction he would have seen two guys sitting calmly side by side, but I could see a flush of blood in his face and a glassy look in his eyes that told me he was in a world of pleasure. With my free hand I took hold of the waistband of my own underwear and imitated what he had done. A feeling of liberation, danger and excitement washed over me and an involuntary wave of pleasure caused me to tense, filling my already swollen cock with yet more blood as it expanded beyond what I had thought possible.
Still stroking and probing with his finger between my ass cheeks, he looked quickly around the bus to make sure nobody was watching and then leaned over me. Without warning he took my throbbing cock into his hot mouth. I groaned audibly, but above the noise of the engine nobody heard me. I was so inexperienced that I was already close to cumming and I didn't know how long I could hold on. As he leaned over me, sucking hungrily on my cock, his ass was more visible to me. It was the most perfect ass I had ever seen. The muscles were clearly visible and the deep crevice was so inviting. I immediately slid my hand deep into his trousers, seeking and finding his hole. I pressed firmly with my middle finger almost entering him. His groan vibrated through my cock and I could feel the first waves of my climax as involuntary muscles deep within me began to contract rhythmically
"I'm gonna cum!" I whispered, as I tried to lift his head off my tingling cock.
Instead of lifting off me he took me deeper into his throat. He massaged my glans with his tongue as he pushed his a finger against my hole, entering me.
"urrrggghhh!" I groaned. "Gunna cummmmm!!" I said, almost unintelligibly, as he pounded my cock with his throat.
He quickened his rhythm and pushed his finger deeper into me. My whole body went stiff as I desperately tried to lift his head, but he wasn't going to release me. I felt the first convulsion as a flood of pleasure passed through my whole body and my balls released their load. I could feel my juices surge up my cock and explode down his throat. I lifted my hips pushing as deep as I could. Now, instead of trying to lift him off me I pushed down on his head wanting to pump every drop down his throat. He opened his throat even more, sucking up my milk, not letting a drop escape.
"ahhhh! ahhhh! aaaaahhhh!" I gasped in ecstasy as I emptied myself into him.
I gave one last thrust with my hips and relaxed back into my seat, slowly coming back to my senses. He sat up and wiped his mouth, quickly fastening his trousers pushing his still hard cock back into place.
I felt almost stunned by the unexpectedness and intensity of the experience but he still had his senses about him. Smiling at me he stood up and moved towards the front of the bus. As I watched him go I realised that I still had my cock and balls exposed for the entire world to see. He turned and winked at me before descending the stairs.
Hurriedly, I sorted out my clothes, smiling and not quite believing what had happened. As I watched him hop off the bus and walk casually away, I looked at my watch making a mental note to catch this same bus again as soon as possible.

Army Games

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 03:50:43 PST

Written and Read by Nathan Jones

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I was a member of Her Majesty’s forces. One of the so called ‘elite’. In other words, a paratrooper in the British Army. Looking back it’s hard to say why I joined. I wasn’t the typical ‘para’ type. I was 5’10”, which was okay, but I was also very slim, almost skinny in fact. Not the usual build for your “ruffy tuffy para” as we laughingly called ourselves. What I had in abundance though was determination, fitness and enough brains to get me through the difficult times. By the end of basic training (Called ‘p’ company) I was elected champion recruit by the senior officers. They gave me a little bronze statue of a Para in full kit and I had my name engraved on an artillery shell that was displayed in the barracks. Again, looking back, it all seems a bit surreal but at the time I was really proud.

Now the thing about the British Army, just as with the Marine Core or U.S. Army or whatever, was that it was at the same time super hetro and super gay! I mean, where else would a group of guys play drinking games that involved getting naked and sucking each other off, while at the same time, wanting to kill every ‘puff’ on the planet? But that was daily life in HM Forces. A complete contradiction.

Of course I didn’t realise that at first. At first I was an innocent recruit, trying not too look too hard at the amazing asses and swinging cocks that I saw every day in the showers. Trying to take it in my stride and not react when I passed a guy lying on his bunk with a porno magazine open on his chest and an enormous stiffy in his hands having a slow wank. That was normal…. right?

Of course there were guys that I fancied. After all I was surrounded by some of the fittest most energetic young men that the UK had to offer. They were young, full of hormones and bursting to prove themselves in every sense. Who wouldn’t at least look! There was one guy, for example, that had the most amazing legs. Now I’m not a legs guy, but this guy just had the most perfect, sexy, well formed, long and attractive legs that I have ever seen. Even the most rampant ‘hetro’ in our company said that looking at them reminded him of his girlfriend and made him want to fuck him! The guy with the legs just grinned when anyone made comments but you could tell that he was lapping it up.

I have to admit, sexually I was a slow starter. I'd had lot’s of fantasies involving guys but I had always thought that what they told us in school was true. That it was just a passing phase and that eventually I would get over it. How wrong can you be!

So here I found myself, a young, super fit, super horny guy surrounded by a bunch of sex gods. I wanked at every opportunity but I never though any of my fantasies could come true. That is, until I met a guy that we called ‘Chopper’.

Reputedly he was called Chopper because that was the slang name for cock and he had a big one. He was a quiet guy. Tall and handsome with a boyish look. You could say he was almost shy. He made me look like a child at the side of him but somehow I always felt like he needed looking after. It was strange. He just had that effect on me. The odd thing was that he seemed to feel the same way towards me.

Being paratroopers we had to jump out of airplanes a lot. Hercules airplanes to be exact. One of the things that civilians don’t realize is that when Para’s jump, their parachutes have a maximum load carrying capacity. What this translates to is that the smaller you are the more you can carry when you jump. So what you see is the little guys loaded down like camels and the really big guys jumping with minimum kit! Of course once you are out of the airplane it’s all the same. The problem is that the little guy has to carry that load until the moment he leaves the plane. The solution is to put a big guy behind the little guy so that he can help him support the weight. And that was how I and Chopper became ‘jump buddies’. It was also how I found out exactly just how big his cock really was, hard!

When we went on exercise we would often be in the field, literally, for days at a time. Now this was the British Army so we didn’t bring showers with us or toilets or any of the fancy kit you might hope for. It was us with what we carried on our backs. A shovel to go the toilet and wash in the nearest stream if you were lucky enough to be in a place with streams. Because of that most of the guys 'went commando’, that's to say we didn't wear underwear. It was just easier and healthier that way.

So one day we were loaded up to the eyeballs for a big jump. Several aircraft were full to bursting point. We could hardly move in there. After several hours of low level flying we were all feeling the need to get out, and when the call went out to ‘hook up’ we leapt into action. I hooked on my reserve and then the kit that hung below it. It was heavy! Even without the movement of the plane I could hardly stand and when we banked over and pulled g’s it was impossible. I tried locking my knees but the movements of the plane forced me to move and I found myself collapsing to the floor. That was when chopper did his bit. Being lightly loaded he was able to get close to me. Seeing my difficulty he moved up behind me and hooked his massive arms under my armpits, grasping my chest straps, he hoisted me almost clear of the ground. By now the sweat was pouring from me and I was beginning to wonder how I was going to survive the jump. After a few minutes though I began to recover and feel more optimistic.
The aircraft seemed to be swaying around more than usual and we kept getting very close up views of the hills as they flashed by. That didn’t worry us though. We were used to it. What was more difficult was the length of time that we were being kept hooked up without jumping. Normally it’s just long enough to check that everyone is secure and then the doors open. Within a couple of minutes we get the green light and we begin our shuffle towards the void. This time it wasn’t happening.

After what seemed an eternity of being tossed around we got the call to unhook. Conditions were just too bad to jump and it was being called off. We all groaned, partly with relief and partly from disappointment. Of course, we would only admit to disappointment.

Immediately I reached down and unhooked my kit and it dropped heavily to the floor. Chopper was still holding my and the sudden reduction in weight caused him to lift me off the ground. This guy was strong! As he did so the aircraft gave another lurch and we fell backwards. We were the last two in the line so chopper went flat on his back and I ended up sat on his crotch. I soon realised that what I could feel pressing into my ass cheeks was not his rifle! I casually reached back with my hands to support myself and push myself to my feet, taking the opportunity to feel through the thin material of his combat trousers.

Wow! I was stunned! I probably stayed in that position just a bit too long because I was captivated by the pulsing bar of steel that was his massive cock. I could even feel the head clearly defined under my grasp. I pushed myself to my feet and let go. Looking back, Chopper was hurriedly scrambling to his feet. He had actually reddened with embarrassment. I just laughed loudly and he smiled back looking a bit shame faced. Above the noise of the aircraft we couldn’t hear each other speak so I mouthed the word slowly ‘W.O.W!’ and laughed again. He took a swipe at my helmeted head banging it against the padded wall of the aircraft and I crossed my eyes and wobbled my head in mock cartoon style. Then we both dropped back into our seats for the journey home still smiling broadly.

Now that the flight had been cancelled and we were on our way back home, things began to lighten up a bit. The RAF (Royal Air Force) provided us with sandwiches and juice and we began eating hungrily.

But that wasn't the only thing I was hungry for. I couldn't stop thinking about the thick pole that I had felt through the material of Choppers trousers. As we ate side by side, I would glance over at him, wondering exactly what he had hidden below the food tray that he had on his lap. He seemed to read my thoughts. If I stared for too long he would give me a playful nudge in the ribs with his elbow. I would look up at him in mock surprise lifting up my arms in a gesture of puzzlement and mouthing the word 'What?' Then grinning widely. He would just grin back and shake his head as if to say 'What are you like?' Then we would both laugh and carry on eating.

When we had finished we passed back the trays and everyone began to settle down for a nap. As we were at the rear of the aircraft we were closest to the pile of soft bags that formed a little mountain on the rear ramp. Before anyone else could think of it, I stood up and moved my way past Chopper. As I passed him I caught his eye and indicated in the direction of the bags. I could have just been saying 'I'm going over there' or 'come over there with me'. He decided on the second option and casually followed me.

We lifted a few of the bags and organised them to make more of a bed. I lay on my side facing up the aircraft and Chopper lay down behind me. We wriggled around for a while making ourselves more comfortable and working our way a little deeper into the pile. In the end the only thing that could be seen by the others was our heads.

As soon as I could see that the rest of the guys were sleeping, I casually rolled onto my back and let my arm fall carelessly over Chopper. My hand landed just above his waist. When he didn't react I slowly began to move my fingers in a stroking motion. This time he reacted by lifting one of his legs and placing it over the top of one of mine. I took this as sign of encouragement and, moving my hand slightly, I found a button and popped it open allowing me to slide my hand into his shirt. When I came into contact with his warm smooth skin I felt him tense a little. I remained motionless for a few seconds and he relaxed again. I could feel the beating of his heart as it began to race. By now I could feel my cock straining against the material of my trousers and a small amount of pre-cum oozing onto my stomach.

I couldn't resist any longer. Slowly but firmly, I moved my hand down towards his waistband. His toned stomach tensed once again but I didn't stop. I pressed gently down so that my hand could slide under his belt. Instantly my fingers came into contact with head of his massive fuck pole. I decided I might only get once chance at this so I pushed my hand deeper and then took a firm grasp of his throbbing rod. I felt him gasp but he did nothing to stop me. I could feel the veins under the velvet skin as I gently began to massage his thick cock.

It was all that he needed. Letting go of any inhibitions he rolled onto his side facing me. As he did so he gently lifted my shoulder turning me so that my back was towards him. This way we could both see the rest of the plane as our heads poked up above the pile of bags but they couldn't see anthing of us below our shoulders.

Reaching forward, his big hands took hold of the waistband of my trousers. As he yanked them down the top button burst open. I wasn't wearing any underwear so now I was completely exposed. My hot throbbing cock sprung out of the material and slapped against my stomach. I felt his hands move over my smooth round butt and one of them moved between my legs and grasped my balls pulling firmly on them. He inched closer to me and I felt the heat of his body and cock as it pressed between my cheeks. I pushed back with my ass, gripping and squeezing it. He began to pump his hips slowly, at the same time he reached round and grasped my aching member. God, how I wanted him to fuck me!
I pushed back more and more insistantly as the pre-cum from his cock lubricated my crack, allowing it to slide easily between my cheeks. Every third or fourth thrust I could feel the head of his fuck monster push against my puckered hole, making it tingle. His pushes were getting harder and faster. He placed one hand on each cheek prizing them apart and began to hammer at my hole. I felt him stop for a second as he lubricated my ass even more with his saliva. One of his fingers pushed hard and entered me. I groaned loudly knowing that nobody could hear me. Almost immediately he took out his finger and once again began to thrust his tool against me as I almost begged him to fuck me.
I relaxed my hole as much a I could and I felt him beginning to enter me. Each thrust now opened me a little wider. Suddenly the whole of his massive head pushed into me. I almost screamed with the pain. He stopped moving for a few seconds and as the pain subsided I pushed back against him. That was the only signal he needed.

With just two or three thrusts he entered me completely, grasping my hips he pushed deep into me. I gasped as I felt him push against the inner sphincter and massage my prostate with his swollen cock head at the same time. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

As he fucked me I stroked my cock more and more feverishly. Who could tell when one of the guys might wake up and look over! This was not the time for long lingering love making. I felt Chopper move his head close to mine and he began to bite my neck as he fucked me mercilessly. His hot throbbing member sliding it's full length in and out of me. I could feel his breathing and hear his grunts in my ear as he began to come close to exploding. I was getting close myself and encouraged him by pushing back in time with his thrusts. Then he pushed as deep and hard as he could and stopped for a second as the waves of his orgasm began to surge through his body. I felt his cock expend and knew that he was about to shoot his load. I reached back and held him so that he wouldn't withdraw. I felt the cum surge up his cock as he began to pump it into my ass. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me as I took his hot liquid inside me. Then I too began to reach climax. I slid forward allowing his still pulsating cock to slide out of me and rolled onto my back. He could see that I was about to shoot and quickly moved down placing his hot mouth over my cock. The pleasure was too much and I began to spurt cum deep into his throat. I could see him gagging as his mouth filled but he didn't stop. He swallowed what seemed like pints of milky cum but didn't release my cock from his mouth until I had stopped gushing.

We lay motionless for a few seconds, catching our breath and taking in the enormity of what had just happened and how suddenly the nature of our relationship had changed.

Gradually, we both came to our senses and he quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve as I pulled up my trousers. Within seconds it was as if nothing had happened. But of course it had, and nothing would ever be the same again. For now though, we both lay exhausted on our backs. I glanced over at him. He had a worried look on his face but when he saw my broad smile he grinned back. As I fell asleep I felt his lips brush my neck in a gentle, almost imperceptible kiss.

Lunch Break - Part Four

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:32:44 PDT

Written and read by: Nathan Jones

By now I was finding it pretty difficult to concentrate on the film. My cock was as stiff as an iron bar and I could still feel the ghost of Mat’s tender touch on my stomach. I cleared my throat nervously and looked across at him. He was back into the film and seemed oblivious of the effect he was having on me. I tried to put the horny thoughts I was having out of my head and settle down again.

We watched the rest of the film in silence but the air almost crackled from the tension between us. He slid further down in his seat and spread his legs, pressing one of them against mine. I resisted the temptation to move, instead enjoying the feel of this seemingly insignificant moment of contact.

Eventually the film came to an end and we got up to leave the cinema. As we came out into the bright evening light we blinked and rubbed our misty eyes. It was getting quite late and I knew I would have to go home soon. We stood chatting for a while about the film, neither of us wanting to be the one to bring our evening together to an end.

“Do you fancy a MacDonalds?” I eventually managed to say.

I don’t know why it had been so hard for me to ask him such a simple thing. I think I was afraid that he would say no and then I would feel rejected. I was extremely sensitive at that age and tended to read too much into things.

“Sure!” he replied, “I thought you were never going to ask!”

Smiling broadly, I led the way towards the nearest MacDonalds. He walked at my side in silence for a while and then asked if I wanted to go to his house after we had eaten. I felt almost dizzy with excitement and accepted immediately. As we ate we made the usual small talk but somehow there was an excitement, a nervousness that both of us seemed to be feeling. My stomach felt full of butterflies and I even found it difficult to eat, something with which I never have a problem.

We finished our meal quickly and made our way out. I was beginning to get a little worried now because it was quite late and really I should phone my parents to let them know I was okay. Of course, I didn’t need their permission but I knew they would worry if I didn’t phone. When I mentioned it to Mat he looked at his watch.

“Yes, it is late.” He said, frowning. “You can phone them when you get to mine if you like. In fact, why not tell them you’re staying over!” he added excitedly.

He said it as if he had just thought of it but somehow I had the feeling that this had been the plan all along.

“Won’t your parents mind?” I asked.

I had always been far too polite for my own good, but I needn’t have worried.

“They’re not home.” He answered. “In fact they won’t be home until Monday.

“Okay! Great!” I agreed.

When we arrived at Mats I called my parents to put their minds at rest. I didn’t tell them that Mat and I were in the house alone. I didn’t lie to them, I just didn’t tell them all of the details. They were happy and so was I. What more could anyone ask.

Once the phone call was over and everything was cool, Mat told me to kick off my shoes and then led me into the living room.

“Do you want a beer?” he asked.

As I said, we were in our last year at school so by now we were no strangers to the odd beer.

“Cheers! Yes please!” I answered.

Mat went into the kitchen leaving me alone for a few seconds. I looked around the room taking in my surroundings. Mat's parents seemed to be very modern in their tastes. Almost everything was white, even the carpet. The place was immaculate and even though I was freshly scrubbed and wearing new clothes I was reluctant to sit down on the spotless white leather sofas.

Mat came back with a bottle for each of us.

“Sit down you dummy! I know the place looks like a showroom but we do live here.” He grinned as he threw himself down onto the biggest sofa.

I sat down on the edge of a chair feeling nervous and afraid to put my bottle down on the table in case it left a mark.

“Tell you what, let’s go up to my room. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

He was right. I felt awkward sat in that glistening living room that seemed to have come straight out of an advert for modern living. I followed him up the stairs and he led me along a short corridor to his room.

This was more like it. It was a mess! Clean, but nevertheless, a mess. I sat on the edge of his bed and he went over to his music system to put something on. Before long the music was pounding out, the TV was on, but muted, he was sat on the floor surrounded by magazines, skateboard, rollerblades and all the other stuff we all collect and I felt much happier. This part of the house at least felt normal to me.

We chatted awkwardly for a few minutes as we finished our beers.

“Time for a top up!” he said, waving his empty bottle as proof. “Back in a minute!”

He disappeared downstairs leaving me alone in his room. I waited patiently looking around the room but before long the temptation was too much. I slid my hand between his mattress and the divan and found the prize I was looking for, a magazine. A quick check to make sure he wasn’t coming back yet and I slid it half out. I had just enough time to see a picture of two guys fucking before I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and had to push it back.

I could feel the blood pounding in my neck as he opened the door and I tried to smile naturally.

“What?” he asked suspiciously.

“Nothing! Just happy” I replied.

He passed me my beer and I took a big swig.

By now it was getting quite late. It had been dark for some time but it was weekend and no parents in the house so we decided to play some video games. Mat plugged in the console and we sat side by side, cross legged on the floor in front of the TV. The game was a beat’m’up type with lots of button pushing and stick waggling going on. When I started to win Mat began to lean over, pushing me at critical moments to try to put me off.

“Hey! Not fair!” I protested and began to push him back.

Within minutes our gentle pushing developed into a full blown, but light hearted wrestling match. I have to admit, Mat was a bit stronger than me but we were a similar size and build, both slim and lightly muscled and well matched. As we rolled around the floor, each one trying to gain a small advantage I began to get hard. Mat tried to get me in a headlock and I twisted to get out of it turning to face him. That put me on my back on the floor with him spread eagled over me, his arm around my neck and his head at the side of mine.

Suddenly he froze. As we lay there, gasping from our efforts, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of me and the closeness of his face to mine. I became aware of a small movement against my hip and realised that what I had taken to be his hip bone was in fact his hard cock. It pulsed again and my own pulsed in response, like to people calling to each other. He lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes. For a few seconds we lay there, very still apart from our panting breath and pulsating cocks. I so wanted to kiss him but of course I didn’t. He got up off me and began to tidy the room.

“Boy this place is a mess!” he said, as if suddenly realising it for the first time.

I didn’t say anything. Instead I picked myself up off the floor and straightened my clothes and hair. After a few minutes of token straightening he asked me if I was ready for bed.

“Yeah, sure okay! But I don’t have any pyjamas. Have you got some you could lend me?” I asked.

“Pyjamas!” he responded “I haven’t worn pyjamas since I was ten! I sleep in the nuddy but you can keep your undies on if you want. I won’t tell!”

I blushed, feeling a bit of an idiot and not a little childish, for saying I still wore pyjamas.

“Where am I sleeping?” I asked.

“How many beds do you see?” he answered with a crooked grin on his face.

“Both of us in the same bed?”

“Don’t worry I won’t molest you or anything. It’s a big bed. Tim slept in it with me when he stayed over.”

Tim was one of the tough guys in the class and not one to be messed with. I mean, he was okay, not nasty or anything but very macho and always chasing the girls. He had a reputation as being the first to have lost his virginity and most of the guys looked up to him.

“Okay…” I muttered feigning reluctance.

We began to strip off and I sat on the edge of the bed as I slid out of my trousers. When I turned to look at Mat he was sliding under the duvet. I didn’t have time to see if he still had his underwear on but when he had laughed at me earlier for wearing pyjamas in bed it had stung so I slipped of my t-shirt then my underpants and tried to join him while keeping my back to him. I decided it was probably best to lie on my stomach to hide my stiff cock.

“So when did Tim stay over?” I asked.

“Oh, a few weeks ago.” he said. “In fact, if I tell you a secret do you promise not to tell ANYBODY!” he continued.

“Okay. I promise” I replied, turning my head to look at him.

Our faces were just inches apart and in the half light coming from the small lamp I could see him checking out my face, looking into my eyes, then at my nose and mouth.

“Come on! Give!” I insisted “You can’t stop now!”

“Okay, okay. But don’t tell anybody!” he repeated.

“Promise!”

“Well…. Do you remember that he came into school one Monday with his neck full of love bites?”

“Yeeesss!” I answered slowly.

“And do you remember that he told everyone that he’d met a girl and they’d fucked and that was how he got the love bites, because she gave them to him as he was pounding her?”

Of course I remembered perfectly because the story had captured the attention of every boy in the class and I can guarantee that most of them wanked that night thinking about it.

“Yeeesss!” I responded again.

He hesitated.

“Well… go on!” I encouraged impatiently. This was going to be big, I could tell it was.

“Well, THAT was the weekend he stayed here.”

I looked at him puzzled, not sure what to make of what he was telling me.

“You mean…You..Him… You know!”

“No you idiot!” he laughed.

“He told me he wanted to show off and was planning a fat tale and he wanted me to help him by giving him the love bites, that’s all! What did you think? That he fucked me?” He laughed again. “You really can be a dumb ass at times.”

“Ohhh!” I said “I see!”

When Mat had finished laughing we lay silently for a while.

“Do you want me to give you one?” he asked. “It might help you to build your rep at school.”

I hesitated pretending to be considering the matter, but the decision had been made instantly.

“Okay… but only a small one and below the neck line!” I eventually answered.

“Turn on your back then.” He ordered “it has to be on the front.”

I turned on my back and covered my crotch with my hands trying to keep my burgeoning cock from being too obvious. Mat moved closer to me and peeled back the duvet revealing my chest. He looked at me for a few seconds then placed his mouth on the front part of my shoulder and began to suck. After a few moments he lifted off and looked at his handiwork.

“You need more than one. I’ll do one on the other side as well.”

Without saying any more he reached across me and placed his mouth on my other shoulder, but this time much closer to my neck. As he sucked he breathed heavily and began to rest his weight on me. As the naked skin of his chest touched mine I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes of gentle sucking he lifted himself up and looked directly into my eyes.

“Do you remember what we did in the boiler room?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to try it again?”

“Yes.”

He leaned slowly towards me and our lips met. At first the kiss was gentle but very quickly it developed into something much more passionate. He moved closer to me and I felt his stiff cock touch the side of my leg. He stopped and lifted his head looking at me. I took one of my hands off my cock and placed it on the back of his head pushing him down towards me again. As we kissed for the second time he slid his body over mine until he was completely over me. I moved my other hand and our cocks pressed against each other.

He began to thrust rubbing his boner against my hips and at the same time pushing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily. Our breathing was becoming noisy and I couldn’t help the occasional groan or grunt! I placed my hands on his firm ass kneading the soft flesh. He moved down my neck kissing me as he went. When he moved over one of my nipples and nipped it gently with his teeth it sent a shockwave of sensation through my body directly to the tip of my stiff shaft.

“Ohhhh!” I groaned gently.

He began to move lower and I began to panic a little. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to actually see my cock. I reached down and placed my hands under his arms and tried to pull him back up again but he ignored me and continued on down.

“No! No, don’t!” I pleaded, but he still ignored me.

He reached my belly button, just an inch or so away from the tip of my cock. By now it was pulsating wildly and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.

“Stop, stop stop!” I insisted “if you don’t stop I’ll cum!”

I looked down at the top of his head and he lifted his gaze to look up at me, smiling.

“I know!” he answered.

With that he moved down the small amount necessary to reach my cock. My hands went to his head and tried to pull him off as he went down on my cock.

“No, Really! Don’t! I can’t hold it!” I pleaded.

His warm mouth engulfed the head of my cock and I immediately began to feel the building sensation of an imminent climax.

He began to slide his tongue over the head whilst at the same time grasping the shaft in his hand. He lifted it vertical and took it deep into his throat. It was too much and I knew I was seconds away from sqirting my load into his mouth. I pulled desperately at his head.

“I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it!”

Unconsciously I began to thrust my hips pushing my cock deep into his throat as I felt the first spasm behind my balls. Just in time he lifted his head off me and a white streamer of cum arked through the air before spattering on my chest. Another quickly followed it, followed by another and another.

Mat watched the show wide eyed as I bucked beneath him, pushing with my hips, throwing my had back into the pillow and launching streamer after streamer of cum through the air.

Oh God! Oh fuck, aauggh! I gasped.

When I eventually stopped my torso and the surrounding bed were covered in cum.

“Wow! That was amazing!” he said, incredeoulous.

“I’ll clean you up and then it’s my turn!” he said.

As he disappeared out of the door to fetch me a towel I wondered what he meant. I would soon find out.

Invitation to Enter

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 06:00:41 PST

Written and Read by Nathan Jones

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It was my second year of college and as a keen sportsman. I was bursting with hormones and also super fit. At the time my favourite sport was running and the high mileage I was doing in training meant that I didn’t have an ounce of fat. By then I had reached my full height of 5’10” and was well proportioned for my age. I remember that all I could think about was sex. It was almost an obsession and my cock seemed to be permanently semi-hard and ready to become fully hard at the slightest provocation.

That was when I met Mick. He was about the same height and build as me. Slim, with a slight tan, a few freckles and eyes the colour of old, sun darkened mahogany. We met in the library. I was with some new friends when this handsome guy, Mick, approached. He seemed full of confidence and I was immediately attracted to him. He sat down at the end of the table and began talking with my friends. As he was talking I noticed that he was sneaking glances in my direction. He seemed to be more than a little interested in me and I was stiff in seconds. After a short time he found an excuse to turn his attention in my direction and we started talking. He asked all of the questions and I responded nervously.

Eventually our now mutual friends got bored or had to go to classes, so they left. I too had classes but I wasn’t going anywhere while this gorgeous guy was talking to me. We stayed and continued our conversation. Eventually, Mick asked me if I had seen the latest film that was on at the cinema. When I said I hadn’t, he invited me to go with him to see it. It seemed a little odd as he didn’t really know me and it wasn’t the sort of things that guys did but he made some excuse about everybody else he knew having already seen it. I agreed, trying to contain my enthusiasm and we made a date. That was the start of our friendship.

We soon started going out drinking together and would often get quite drunk. It was only then that I had the nerve to try to turn the conversation round to sex and to attempt to get some response from Mick. I was as horny as hell and almost all of my fantasies now involved him in some way. However, he didn’t seem to want to play the game. Sure, we would talk about sex and once he even asked me how big my cock was hard. When I told him 7” he laughed and said “Is that all!” You can imagine the effect that had on me. I was desperate to see his hard throbbing pole, to pull gently on his balls while I took the head into my hot mouth. I could imagine the look on his face as I pressed my finger against his butt hole, gently entering him. But that didn’t seem to be on the cards. I was getting more and more frustrated. I would look at his perfect round ass as he walked in front of me. I would plan seemingly innocent ways of getting naked with him, and although they sometimes worked (another set of stories) and at times he even seemed to be playing his own games of ‘get Nathan naked’ he would never let me see his cock or take the final step of physical contact. That is, until the second year of our friendship.

We’d been out drinking again and I was a bit more drunk that usual. We were horsing around with our other friends and decided to have a piggy-back race. Mick stood in front of me with his arms outstretched, ready to catch my legs. I took a short run and jumped onto his back, one leg each side of his hips. He caught me and I wrapped my arms over his shoulders placing my hands on his chest. I took the opportunity to place my cheek against his ear and gently kissed his neck without him even noticing, or so I thought, as he was too busy concentrating on the race. He began to run jiggling me up and down on his back. It was summer and he was wearing a thin tee shirt. I’d had a raging boner even before he began to run and I knew he must be able to feel it against his back.

Although he was probably the fittest of all of the guys present, he managed to run slower, letting them get ahead then he started to walk.

“I’m too drunk.” he said apologetically. “But I can feel that you’re not!”

“I know! It’s all this rubbing! I can’t help it. You know what I’m like.” I replied sheepishly. “If you carry on this way I’ll cum all over your back!” I laughed, pressing my throbbing cock against him.

“Don’t you dare!” he answered. Then, after a pause, he said, “Why don’t you let it out for some air?”

That was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. Without speaking I leaned back and reached for my flies with one hand. I undid them and quickly pulled my seven inches of throbbing flesh out and into the fresh evening air.

“Ah! That’s better!” I smiled. By now my voice was trembling and I wondered what game he had in mind this time. He adjusted his hold on my legs pulling me closer to him and then started to run. My now exposed cock rubbed viciously against the small of his back. For a moment I thought I might cum there and then, squirting my load all over his shirt, but somehow I held on. He was the one who was running but I was the one doing all of the panting.

Before I knew it we had caught up with our friends. ‘Oh my God!’ I thought. ‘They’re going to see!’ But as usual Mick was the cool one. He pulled me even closer and said to the other guys.

“OK, so you can beat us in a sprint but I bet I can outlast you all! I’m going to carry Nathan to his front door. Any challengers?”

Of course there were none. The other guys were all exhausted by now and had already dropped their ‘jockey’s’ to the floor. Mick just laughed and carried on walking. I could tell that he was enjoying my discomfort and the thrill of having me on his back with my cock exposed without the others realising. I smiled nervously and held on tight. One by one the other guys said their goodbyes and made their way home.

The last guy to leave us was called James. He was a small, slim guy with dark tan and beautiful electric blue eyes. He had been talking casually, but I got the feeling that he was onto us. He kept looking at the point where Mick's back and my crotch touched, as if trying to see if I was showing a bulge. Little did he know that I was desperately trying to cover my raging, exposed boner. We eventually reached the corner where we normally parted ways.

“Are you really going to carry him all the way home?” He asked.

When Mick said yes, he mischievously replied “Not if I can help it!”

He leapt at us, forcing his hands between Mick’s back and my chest, trying with all his might to prize us apart. I hung on desperately and Mick tried to swing around to get away from his prying hands, but James just followed determinedly, laughing all the while. He soon created a small gap that allowed him to slide his hands lower, straight onto the shaft of my throbbing cock. His eyes opened wide as he held his hands in place. He grasped my hard rod and squeezed it, then let go and took his hands out. I nearly died of shame.

Mick just laughed and said “Find something interesting back there?”

I think that even by the light of the street lamps you could see how white I had turned.

“Very interesting!” he said softly, a surprised smile on his face.

I held my breath. He turned his back to us, standing in position to take me onto his back and said firmly “My turn!”

Even Mick seemed surprised and hesitated.

James insisted “Come on! My turn! Exactly the same way, unless you want me to tell everyone!”

Mick released me and I slowly slid down off his back. My boner was almost painful by now, and wouldn’t go down despite the shock. Mick turned towards me and I saw his eyes flash towards my cock. The foreskin had pealed back revealing the glistening head. It stuck out pointing at the sky. The thick shaft was clearly visible under the street lights. I didn’t try to hide it because I was captivated by the look of hunger in Mick’s eyes. My cock seemed to be drawing his gaze like a magnet. I could tell he liked what he saw and I wanted to enjoy the power that my pulsating shaft and glistening head seemed to have over him. The cool breeze gently caressed the hot skin of my smooth rod and I trembled. James looked back over his shoulder again just as a drop of pre-cum began to ooze from the tip. He smiled and hitched up the back of his shirt exposing soft warm skin.

“Don’t want to get a damp patch on my shirt, do we?” he laughed. “Come on! Jump up!”

After first taking the opportunity to take hold of my pulsating cock and give it a firm squeeze, I did as he said and mounted him. My stiff rod pressed into the hollow of his back, a perfect fit. I sighed with pleasure as the pressure squeezed even more pre-cum from my rod, lubricating and easing the friction between it and James’s back and allowing it to slide easily up and down. I could feel the heat of his back gently warming my balls. It was ecstasy!

“This is turning out to be an interesting night!” remarked Mick as we turned in the direction of my home.

As we walked towards my house my mind was working feverishly, trying to think how I could get Mick to stay over at my place. I realised that I had probably shot myself in the foot because Mick wouldn’t stay after what James had seen. He would be afraid that, even if nothing happened, James would put two and two together and come up with five. We walked in silence, each one of us lost in his own world.

Before long we arrived at my house. I was beginning to lose my boner by now and so, as James dropped me to the ground, I quickly tucked myself back in and fastened my trousers.

Lamely, I asked, “Want to come in for a nightcap? My dad has some Jack Daniels.”

The question was aimed at Mick and it sounded even more pathetic and pleading than I’d expected. However, James was the one to answer.

“I don’t like Jack Daniels but if you have some Vodka the answer is yes!”

“Vodka it is!” I said.

Mick just shrugged his shoulders and nodded in agreement. To be honest, by now I was a little confused. I really fancied Mick and wanted nothing more than to feel the smooth head of his cock in my mouth but James seemed to be the one who was responding, and that made me take a more serious look at him. As he walked in front of me towards my front door I sneaked a look at his perfect apple shaped ass. He was smaller than me but more athletic in build. He had firm square shoulders and narrow hips. The muscles of his back were clearly visible through the thin cotton of his shirt. The expression ‘sex on legs’ popped into my head.

He stopped to let me pass and I fumbled for the keys. I opened the door quietly not sure if my parents had returned home yet or if they were in bed. A quick peak towards the garage and I could see that the car wasn’t there. They were still out.

“So where’s the Vodka then?” asked James.

Boy he was impatient! I thought, but that suited me. I led them both into the kitchen and took the Jack Daniels out of the cupboard and the vodka out of the freezer.

“Let’s go up to my room.” I said. “I don’t want my dad to walk in and catch us finishing off his best drinks!”

On the way I filled a bucket with ice and grabbed some potato chips.

“Let’s go!” I said. I was feeling more confident now that we were on my territory.

We went to my room, which was upstairs at the back of the house. It was a big room with a large bed, thick carpets lots of cushions. I had my plasma TV and DVD player, as well as the usual games consol. We sat in a circle on some bean bags and poured the drinks. I switched on the TV tuning it to MTV just to have some background noise. I then switched off the lights so that just the light from the TV was illuminating the room. We were already pretty drunk, but after a few Jack Daniels my head began to swim a little and I lay back, closing my eyes for second. The thought of sex had never left my mind but every time I tried to bring the conversation round to the subject Mick would swerve it away again. I think he was nervous about James being there. But James seemed to have more of a handle on the situation than me.

“This is a really cool house.” he said. “And that bed is enormous! I bet you've fucked a few girls on that!” he laughed.

“A few.” I lied. “But what I really like is to have my cock sucked.” I added, looking at his face for a reaction.

I was sure I detected a twinkle in his eyes so I continued. “and having my balls licked”.

James’s hand moved impulsively to his crotch. I recognised that reaction. It’s when your cock twitches unexpectedly and you feel an uncontrollable urge to touch it. I pretended not to have seen anything and offered him another drink. He held out his hand with the glass in it. I noticed he was trembling. I took his hand in mine to steady it as I poured. For a second our eyes met. Mick stretched out his glass pushing James’s out of the way. I filled it to the top. If I didn’t know better I would say he was behaving a little jealous.

“Do you guys want to stay over?” I asked, as I tried to hide the quiver in my voice.

“Sure!” responded Mick immediately, catching me by surprise.

“Okay!” said James. “But only if I can sleep in the bed!”.

“It’s big enough.” I smiled.

“Well I’m tired now.” James said as he stretched.

He seemed as impatient as I was to see where this was leading. Mick was a little quite. We stripped off our shirts. Mick was slim but well defined. His chest was broad and he had a six-pack that begged to be touched and licked. I could see a line of fine hair leading from his navel and disappearing into the waistline of his jeans. James was the real surprise. His well-muscled body was even more athletic than I had suspected. With clothes on he looked quite slim but stripped of he had the body of a young gymnast, and now that he had no shirt on, I could also see that he had a good sized bulge below his belt.

I went to get a sleeping bag for Mick. Despite my hints, he was determined to sleep on the floor. When I got back James had already slipped under the covers. I could see his jeans and his boxers at the foot of the bed.

“That was quick!” I said.

My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. Mick was waiting in his boxers with his hands covering his crotch but I could clearly see a wet patch just under his waistband and I was sure that I could see the head of his stiff cock through the now semi-transparent, white material.

I unrolled the sleeping bag on the floor as he put a cushion at the side of the bed. I turned down the volume of the TV but left it on then sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off my jeans. I kept my boxers on and slid under the covers next to James. As I did so I lifted them up and by the flickering light of the TV I caught a glimpse of James’s naked body. His tanned skin stood out against the white sheets and just for a second I could see his massive pole stretching from his full balls to above his navel. He was massive, he was naked, he was hard and he was in bed with me! I felt almost nauseous with excitement and expectation.

I had waited so long for a moment like this and now that it was here it felt unreal. I slipped quickly into bed and covered myself with the duvet, shivering despite the summer heat.

“You okay down there?” I asked Mick.

“Sure! It’s a bit hard though. ” he said with a cheeky look on his face.

I smiled back and took a quick look at where I imagined his cock to be. There was an awkward silence. We had come this far but now what? How was I going to overcome the barrier of physical contact? My mind worked feverishly but the best I could manage was to turn on my back and stare at the ceiling. I placed my hand on the bed between me and James thinking that maybe I might be able to brush his skin lightly, to make some contact that would be the start of something. Instead I found nothing but space. Then James came to the rescue once again.

“Don’t you have any porno?” He asked, with a bored tone to his voice.

I did have a couple of DVD’s, that my younger brother had lent me, of a guy fucking a woman. It was some stuff that he’d downloaded from the internet and the quality wasn’t very good, but you could clearly see the guys cock pounding the woman as he took her from behind. I told them what I had and James said immediately.

“What are you waiting for then? Stick it on!”

I didn’t want to get out of bed because my boner was really obvious again and I didn’t want to seem too keen. Instead I told Mick where it was and he shuffled over to it and put it into the DVD player.

The TV was positioned at the side of my bed and Mick was on the floor on the same side. I was on the side of the bed nearest the TV and James was on the other.

As we turned to watch the TV more closely he complained, “I can’t see!”

“Plump up the pillow.” I responded, “I’ll put my head on the mattress so that it’s lower.”

He did as I said. The film was starting now and went straight into the action with a close-up shot of the guys cock as it slid in and out of the woman's ass. The room filled with the sound of groans and moans as I turned up the volume.

“Wow! Look at that monster!” breathed James into my ear.

He shuffled a little closer and adjusted his pillow as if trying to get a better view. I gulped loudly and just stared at the TV. By now James was so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body and his breath on the back of my neck. His breathing was becoming heavy and I knew that he was getting really turned on. My own boner was painful and precum oozed freely from the swollen head.

James placed his hand gently on my shoulder pretending that he needed to steady himself in his awkward position. His chest was now pressing against my back and as we watched the TV I gradually became aware of his hot, rock hard cock, gently touching the small of my back. I eased myself gently backwards. Now I could feel his entire body pressed against my back, from his chest right down to his balls as they rested against the top of my ass cheeks. James gasped gently and I felt his lips brush my ear.

Very slowly he moved his hips, sliding his burning pole against the smooth skin of my back. I pushed back a little more. He increased the pressure and the pace. My breathing began to become erratic as the sexual excitement took hold.

James whisper into my ear “Don’t tell!”

He then slid silently down the bed, so that his cock moved into position between my ass cheeks. He took his hand off my shoulder and slid it down my arm and onto my hips. My whole body became stiff with anticipation. He hesitated for a second resting his hand on my waist. When I didn’t react he moved it millimetre by millimetre forward and down. He was still moving his hips gently, pressing his swollen shaft against my ass. As he moved his hand he paused often. The anticipation was driving me crazy and I had to close my eyes to help control myself. Eventually he reached the elastic of my boxer and began to slide his hand inside.

From behind I heard him whisper again, "Shhhhh” before his hand deeper and taking my raging hard-on in his grasp.

I opened my eyes wide and took a sharp intake of breath.

Mick, who had been facing towards the TV suddenly turned his head and looked at me with a slight frown. My eyes felt glassy from the sexual heat and I smiled weakly at him, not sure what he had heard or what he suspected was happening right next to him.

“This floor is really hard!” he said unexpectedly. “Is there room up there for one more?”

At the sound of Mick’s voice James froze.

“Sure!” I said. “There is if this bed hog will move over a little.”

My voice was trembling and I was barely able to control it. Mick lifted himself up off the floor and James moved backwards but stayed facing the TV. I followed suit, moving back and pressing myself up against his warm skin. Mick then sat on the edge of the bed, slid out of the sleeping bag and at the same time out of his boxers. For an instant I got a close up view of the most perfect ass I had ever seen. It was round, smooth and hairless, and well-muscled.

At that moment he looked over his shoulder and said accusingly “Are you still wearing shorts?”

Before I could say anything James said “Yes he is!”

At the same time he yanked at them pulling them down over my ass cheeks. “All for one…” He laughed.

“Okay! Okay!” I exclaimed. “I get the message!”

I slipped them off and threw them dramatically across the room. “Satisfied?”

Mick now slid into the bed in front of me. I pretended I was trying to see the TV just as James had but I needn’t have bothered. Mick immediately pushed back against me as if he felt he had been missing out and was trying to make up for lost time. My own hard-on now pressed insistently between his butt cheeks. It was almost too much.

He turned his head looking over his shoulder at me and said “You don’t mind do you?”

He could have been talking about whether I minded him being in the bed but I knew exactly what he really meant.

“Not at all!” I replied. “It’s nice.”

We watched the TV in silence for a while and as the moans and groans grew louder on the TV my own feelings of sexual need increased. James had begun moving his cock between my cheeks again and I was trying hard not to move in response. I was afraid that if Mick realised what was happening behind him he would get upset. When James eased back and placed the head of his cock against my hole my cock throbbed uncontrollably between Mick’s cheeks. In response Mick pushed back against me. When James suddenly pressed his hips forward almost entering me and gasped loudly, it was like a starting gun. I squeezed my butt cheeks together gripping his hard dick. My cock expanded again between Mick’s cheeks and he pressed back again. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him tight to me. My world became a sea of sexual desire.

James moved his head closer to mine and began to suck on my ear lobe.

James began to pump his hard cock between my cheeks, allowing his precum to lubricate the movements. My heart was beating so hard I thought I might have a heart attack.

I reached back with my hand feeling James’s firm cheeks, pressing my finger against his butthole. His moans were almost as loud as those coming from the TV. With my other hand I pushed between the bed and Mick’s waist reaching round and finally, after so long, feeling his massive cock. I bit his neck passionately as he pushed back against my throbbing fuckpole.

By now there was no restraint, no pretence. All the barriers were down. Our bodies moved together in a tangle of arms and legs. I began to jerk Mick slowly as I pushed and slid my own throbbing cock against his hole. He panted passionately. I felt James’s fingers pressing at my own tingling hole. He had wet them and was lubricating me with his saliva. He slid one finger into my butthole and I let out a little whimper.

“Shhhh!” he whispered into my ear. He inserted two fingers and I groaned. “Shhhhhhhh!” he breathed again.

His invasion of my hole made me think of doing the same to Mick but by now so much pre-cum was oozing from my cock that I didn’t need lubricant. As if he was reading my mind Mick reached back and took hold of my hungry cock, guiding the head towards his tight butthole.

“Would you like to enter me?” He whispered as he turned his head back towards me.

“Yes!” I gasped breathlessly.

He pushed back and my cock pressed hard against his hole. I could feel it give way a little and I began to enter him. Just then I felt James hand slide over my hips towards my rod. He was seeing if what he suspected was true. He hadn’t heard Mick’s question but he had heard my ‘yes’ and he had put two and two together. His hand caressed my balls found my iron hard cock and followed it from the base to the entrance to Mick’s ass.

“You like that, don’t you?” He whispered into my ear. “Let’s see if you like this” he continued.

He removed his fingers from my ass and I felt his smooth hot cock pressing into the same space. My hole had been loosened by his fingers and his cock entered me suddenly. I almost screamed with pain. He remained motionless for a few seconds. The heat from our bodies was making us all sweat and I could taste the salt as I bit Mick’s neck. James pushed deeper and his sudden thrust caused me to push deeper into Mick.

“Ooooohhhhh!” he gasped.

James now reached over me and wrapped his hand around mine as I jerked Mick. It was almost too much. I withdrew a little and then pushed deeper. James pushed deeper into me until his whole 7” filled me. I groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Mick turned his head once again and said in a louder voice, so that James could hear “Let me sit on it!”

He moved forward and the head of my throbbing member came out of his ass. James was not about to let me go so easily though. He grasped me firmly around the chest and wrapped his legs around mine, then he rolled onto his back, pulling me over on top of him, making sure his hot cock didn’t leave my ass.

Mick threw back the duvet. My cock pulsated as James pushed deep into my ass. Mick’s eyes widened as he realise the truth and saw that James had been fucking me as I had been fucking him. He looked at James thick shaft as is slid into me once again and I threw back my head groaning. It seemed to drive him into a frenzy and he spat saliva onto my cock and then immediately sat astride me and lowered himself onto it.

All three of us moaned in unison as he pushed down onto me and I felt my cock enter his ass. At the same time the downward pressure of his weight caused me to push down on James and his cock entered me to the hilt. I thought I was going to explode. The rhythm increased and I began to pump with all my strength entering Mick as deep as I could and then pushing back against James so that he could enter me just as deep. The bed creaked loudly as we pounded and writhed, whimpering and groaning with pleasure.

“Ohhhh!, Ohhhh”, Yesss”, Deeper!, Deeper!,Faster!, Now!, Now!, Fuck me! Fuck me!, aaaarrrggghhh!

It was hard to tell who was speaking or groaning. We were like a single wild animal, writhing in total pleasure. Suddenly I felt myself coming close to climax.

“I’m nearly cumming!” I warned Mick.

He began to ride me harder. As he pushed down onto me I was working his cock feverishly. His body glistened and shone as beads of sweat formed on his chest. I reached out with my free hand stroking his taught body. I looked at his cock as I worked my hand over it, the smooth, thick shaft, the foreskin sliding over the glistening head. As he lifted I caught glimpses of my own fuck pole as it rammed into him.

I began to feel the first waves of my climax. “I’m cumming!” I told him more loudly.

At the same time James began to groan loudly and thrust with all his strength, pounding my ass and entering me as deeply and quickly as he could.

“Cumming!” was all he could gasp between thrusts.

By now it was unstoppable, my balls lifted and the interior muscles began to spasm in a wave running from my ass to the head of my cock. I began to feel the pulses as I spewed my hot semen into Mick's ass.

“AAAArrrrrgggghhhhh!!!” I shouted without restraint.

At almost the same instant I felt James begin to go into convulsions of pleasure as his own hot cum entered me. Mick quickly slid off my cock, even before I had finished cumming. My cum spattered onto his back as he slid forward and pushed his already spasming cock into my mouth. The first stream hit me on the cheek but the second I managed to take into my mouth and by the third I had him well into my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, not wanting to miss a drop.

James was still pounding my ass, his arms wrapped around my chest, pulling me to him as he emptied the last of his juices into me and then gradually slowed.

For long moments we lay, dazed, but slowly we came to our senses, like three people who have just been rescued from drowning, panting, relaxing, and slowly separating until we were once again lying side by side in the bed. Gently we kissed and caressed each other.

“A very interesting night!” mumbled James just before we all fell asleep.

The Camping Trip – Final Part

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 03:18:28 PST

Written and Read by Nathan Jones

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The next morning we woke with the sun blazing through the orange fabric of the tent. The heat was intense, even so early in the morning, and we had both kicked off the sleeping bag and where lying naked, stretched out, legs overlapping. I turned to look at Grant. He was still asleep, snoring softly. His cute upturned nose and full lips looked so kissable. I propped myself up on one elbow to look at the rest his body. His light frame made him look so young, but in reality he was a couple of months older than me. My eyes were drawn to his cock. He was obviously dreaming, or maybe remembering, because the shiny head of his stiff rod was throbbing, pushing back his foreskin as it gently bobbed, hovering millimetres above his flat hairless stomach.

I slid down towards it, trying to be as quiet as possible, but the nylon sleeping back rustled loudly. Eventually my head drew level with his stiff shaft and I stared at it fascinated. I had never really seen another guys cock, especially a hard one, so up-close. I looked at the shiny head, the smooth shaft with the soft blue veins throbbed again, expanding and straining. By now my own breath came in gasps. I moved my face closer to his stiff shaft, unable to resist, drawn like a paper clip to a strong magnet. I hesitated millimetres away from his rod. His cock danced in front of my eyes and I gently placed my lips halfway up it, feeling the hot silky smoothness. I poked the tip of my tongue between my lips and slid it gently towards the tip. I heard his breathing catch slightly, but he still seemed to be asleep.

My own cock felt like it was vibrating, as the blood surged through it and every nerve tingled. I couldn’t resist taking hold of it and working my hand over it, stroking hard and fast, pulling the foreskin all the way back and feeling my balls bounce against my legs. I opened my mouth gasping as a wave of pleasure passed through my groin and I had to stop, afraid I would cum. By now I had the tip of my tongue at the base of his glans and as I opened my mouth to gasp I dropped my head taking his into my mouth.

His breathing stopped briefly and then continued, now more rapid and shallow. I began to work my tongue over the smooth surface, at the same time pushing back his foreskin completely with my lips. He moved slightly and I stopped, frozen, holding my breath. His hips lifted, just half an inch, pushing his searing bar of flesh almost imperceptibly into my mouth. I began to bob my head taking him deeper and deeper. I reached out with my hand and cupped his balls, at the same time pressing a finger between his cheeks.

I was now sure that he was just pretending to be asleep as I began to detect very slight thrusting movements in perfect time with my own bobbing motion. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I took him. He grunted slightly and I heard a whisper.

“I’m going to cum!”

I worked my mouth over his shaft,catching hold of my own again and stroking it hard and fast.

“I’m going to cum!” he said again, this time more loudly, but still he lay there ,almost motionless with his eyes closed.

I wanted him to cum! I wanted to taste his juices and feel his cock convulse in my mouth. Suddenly a hot jet of fluid hit the back of my throat as he began to spurt, at the same time he made restrained gasps. I swallowed, determined to take ever drop. Another jet seemed to almost fill my mouth. With his enormous cock taking up all the space it was hard to fit anything else in! I tried to swallow but he seemed to be pumping gallons and I couldn’t keep up, causing some of it to spill from my lips.

I had been so occupied with his cock that I was almost caught by surprise when my own cock began to pulse. I lifted off him and threw myself onto my back as a huge ark of cum splashed over my stomach and chest. I swallowed the last of his cum and opened my mouth gulping in air as my own soaked my body.

When I was finally spent I glanced over at him. He lay in the same position, his cock now going soft, with his eyes still closed but with a cheeky grin on his face.

I got up to clean myself. When I'd finished I tidied up the camp a little and by the time he came out of the tent it was as if nothing had happened. We had breakfast, both knowing what the other was thinking about but saying nothing.

The day turned out to be one of those sultry summer days with hardly any wind, a clear blue sky and a hot dryness. By late afternoon I was beginning to think that the stranger wasn't going to turn up, but I was wrong. As the sun hung low in the sky and the shadows lengthened we heard a rustling in the bushes. Grant shot me a wide eyed look and we both dashed to sit near the glowing embers of our small fire, trying to look as casual as possible and failing miserably. We looked into each others faces as the stranger appeared from between two large bushes. He stopped, obviously surprised. We looked over at him and grinned.

He grinned back and said ‘Hello!’.

“We decided to stay and thank you for the food.” I lied.

“Oh! That’s nice of you!” he answered, “but there was really no need!”

“We wanted to!” said Grant. “Do you want a cup of coffee?”

The coffee was instant and not very good but he said yes and Grant began to busy himself making it. The guy sat on his haunches at the other side of the fire.

“Bit hot for this isn’t it?” he said, nodding at the fire.

“A bit.” I replied, “but we don’t have a gas cooker, so it’s this or eat everything cold, and I like everything hot” I continued.

“Everything?” he asked with a wry smile.

“Everything!” I managed to answer, despite my blushes.

As we talked I couldn’t resist glancing at his middle to see if I could detect an erection or see the outline of his cock. At first I couldn’t see anything but when Grant passed him his coffee he sat back on the ground and stretched out his legs a little, and there is was! The unmistakable outline of his shaft, lying down one leg of his combat-style trousers. I glanced at Grant just in time to see his eyes widen as he too took in the same sight.

“So, what have you two handsome guys been up to?” Asked the stranger.

His use of the word ‘handsome’ was unusual, but it was clue as to what was on his mind. We looked at each other and grinned, blushing even deeper as we both remembered what we had been doing.

“What?…” he asked “Come on give…. what’s the big secret?”

“Nothing!” I answered quickly. ”You wouldn’t be interested.”

“You would probably be surprised!…. or maybe not!” he said, with a curious look on his face. "Anyway, my name's Roger but as that causes too many jokes I usually go by the name of Jim. You know, Roger as in fuck, Roger the cabin boy, Jim the cabin boy."

Grant and I looked at each other puzzled, not knowing what the hell he was talking about.

"Must be a generation thing. Anyway, what are you two called?" he asked.

We introduced ourselves and sat watching the fire for a while.

“Boy, it’s hot here!” Jim said, breaking the silence.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing the most perfect body I had ever seen. Without saying a word, Grant took off his shirt as well and looked over at me, widening his eyes and lifting his head as if to say ‘come on! play the game!”

I lifted my arms and pulled off my t-shirt. Jim looked at Grant and then at me before saying, “Nice!” in a quiet but audible voice.

After seeing his body we both felt flattered and shuffled around self consciously. I looked again at the outline of his cock and noticed that it seemed to have grown longer, reaching even farther down the leg of his trousers. We sipped the coffee that Grant had made in silence for a few minutes, feeling a bit awkward.

Finally Grant brought up the subject of science fiction films, which was one his favourite obsessions, and the conversation began to get more animated as we realised it was a subject that we all liked. We ran through our favourite films and scenes, relaxing more and more as the evening wore on. Eventually, it began to get dark and Jim said,

“Better be moving soon. Before it get’s too late.”

There was an pregnant pause. I could tell that Grant was getting anxious. He wanted to fulfil his fantasy and it was slipping away. It was then that he decided to do something brash. Throwing a mountain of wood onto the fire, he sent up a cloud of sparks. Jim and I looked away protecting our eyes and when we looked back Grant already had his trousers half way down. We both looked at him, slightly surprised and he stopped. We all looked at each other stupidly for a while not sure how to react.

“More comfortable.” Grant said, simply.

I didn’t question what he was doing because I was almost as keen as him. By now it was as if we all knew what we wanted but none of us was brave enough to admit it. Without saying anything more I leaned back and undid my belt. Grant had kicked off his trousers and went to the tent to grab one of the sleeping bags to sit on. I undid my buttons, looking over at Jim, who seemed to have forgotten about leaving. He watched my hands intently as I lifted myself and slid my trousers down.

“I can’t do that!” he said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because I’m not wearing underpants!” he replied.

“And!” grinned Grant, mischievously.

“And... well... maybe you don’t want to see me as I am just at this moment!” he answered.

I leaned back on my elbows and stretched out my legs. I was wearing a pear of baggy undershorts and my stiff cock tented them, making it obvious that I was hard. Grant stood up and his boner was plainly visible through the thin cotton of his white briefs. None of us said anything.

“Okay!” said the Jim, but if I’m going to be completely naked I think you two should be as well!”

“Okay!” we said in unison.

Jim stood up and slowly began to undo his trousers. As he did so Grant and I began to slide off our own underwear. The light of the fire danced over our bodies, warming and illuminating us at the same time. Now that he was stood up, Jim's cock was more visible and as he dropped his trousers it came into full view. It was massive and both I and Grant stared at it mesmerised.

“So…Look what you've both done!” he said, looking down at his cock.

We laughed but said nothing. We were too fascinated by the sight of a semi hard cock that was bigger than either of ours when they were fully hard! He sat down crossed legged, using his own trousers to sit on. His cock arched forward touching the floor in front of him. Neither I nor Grant had taken our eyes of it since he had dropped his trousers and I suddenly became aware that we were staring. I looked up at his face as he looked over at Grant, who was stood up, naked, with his cock pointing at the sky.

"So... Now what!" Jim asked.

"How about a game of 'Dare'." I suggested

This was one of my favourite games as a youngster, because it always ended up with sexual dares and had gotten me as close as I had ever been to touching another boys cock. I had a feeling that this would be the game of my life.

"Okay! Who goes first?" he asked.

"You can start." I replied.

"Okay, I dare Grant to stand in front of me and jerk that stiff pole of his for thirty seconds."

Grant moved around the fire, his cock bouncing as he walked. Standing in front of Jim he took hold of his shaft in his left hand and began to jerk-off slowly. Jim began to count, just as slowly. As he slid his hand up and down the full length of his shaft, Grant looked directly into Jim's eyes. Jim's eyes on the other hand were fixed on Grants hard cock. Suddenly Grant threw his head back and gasped. Only ten seconds to go but I was beginning to think he might not make it. Jim counted faster and as he reached 30 Grant pulled his hand from his cock as if it was white hot. He stood looking at it as it pulsed and bounced, holding his breath. We sat staring at it half expecting to see a streamer of white juice leap from the tip at any second.

Finally he let out a long gasp.

"Phew!.... That was close! he said.

"Your turn to dare me now." Jim said.

Grant stood thinking for a minute.

"Mmmmm. I know! I dare you to suck Nathan's cock for 30 seconds!"

He knew that by the rules, that if we fulfilled the dare, we both got to dare him in turn. Jim looked at me.

"Okay?" he asked.

In response I lay back, my boner flat on my stomach. Jim came over to me on his knees and knelt at my side, looking my body up and down. Slowly he went down on my cock and took it into his hot mouth. I took a deep breath in and then groaned as the soft warm wetness engulfed me. He played with the head, rolling his tongue over it. As he knelt there sucking me, I looked at his long rod. It was growing harder by the second. By the time Grant reached 30 it was pointing straight forward, fully hard. Not only was it long it was fat!

After taking a few seconds to come back down to earth, I said "Our turn!"

"Fire away!" Responded Grant.

"Okay, Grant, I dare you to let me stick a finger up your ass!"

Jim laughed, but Grant had no hesitation. He came over to me and turned around with his back to me. I stood up, my stiff shaft almost vertical. I put a hand on his upper back and pushed him gently, encouraging him to lean forward. As he did so I wet my fingers in my mouth. Looking down I could see his inviting hole. I placed my fingers against it and he closed his eyes, waiting expectantly. Jim moved to our side so that he could get a better view. Gently, I pushed, spitting a little more to add lubrication. Gradually, one finger, then two entered him. He let out a breath and I pushed deeper. Jim took hold of his own cock and began to jerk it as he watched us. Grant leaned further forward as I poked my fingers into him deep enough to feel his prostate. I pressed it firmly and a stream of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his shaft.

"ooohhhh!" he moaned.

After a few more seconds I stopped. This was good but I wanted to see what Jim would dare him to do. I had a feeling it would be even better.

When I pulled out my fingers Grant stood for a few seconds with his hands on his knees. When he stood up his face was flushed and his eyes glazed by a combination of the heat from the fire and his own internal desire.

"My turn!" Jim said.

"I dare you to sit on my cock!"

I wasn't really sure how I felt about this. I was torn between wanting to fuck Grant myself and wanting to sit on Jim's cock as well.

Jim seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry... You'll get your turn" he said.

Jim went over to the sleeping bag that Grant had been sitting on and lay full length. Grant followed him and when he was lying down stood astride him. He looked over at me. I was still stood in the same spot. Grant reached out his hand toward me, beckoning me. I walked over and stood by his side. He went down onto his knees and positioned himself over the enormous cock. By now we were all completely absorbed in what we were doing, drugged by the flood of our own hormones.

Grant spat on his own hand and rubbed it over Jim's cock.

"Wait!" Jim said. Looking at me he added "Look in my trouser pockets." I went over to his trouser and picked them up. Feeling in first one pocket then the other. What I found was a handful of sachets that had some sort of liquid inside them.

"Lube!" he said. "You never know when you might need it."

I took it over to him, not sure what to do with it. I handed it too him and he dropped a couple of the sachets on the floor at his side and taking one, opened a corner of it with his mouth. A slick milky liquid oosed out looking for all the world like cum. He squeezed some onto the tip of his cock and some more onto his finger tips. Reaching under Grant he lubed his hole. Grants eyes opened wide as Jims finger slid easily into him.

Shuffling forward he positioned himself again and began to lower his ass onto Jim's huge pole. His mouth was open wide and his eyes had a look of fascination mixed with fear. The head of Jim's cock pushed passed his spincter with an almost audible pop and Grant let out a loud groan.

"Arrrggghhh!" Jesus!

Slowly he lowered himself further and further, then leaned forward on all fours, hands at the side of Jim's shoulders.

"That's it! Take it! You know you want it!" Jim said quietly.

When Grant stopped moving Jim began to thrust gently with his hips. I moved around behind Grant to get a better view. What I saw was Jim's fat fuck pole sliding slowly in and out of Grants hole. Jim took hold of his cheeks and pulled them apart, at the same time thrusting even deeper.

By now Grant was breathing hard, the two of them absorbed in what they were doing. As I watched them I took hold of my aching shaft and began to work my hand up and down it. Jim ran his hands over Grants body feeling his chest and waist. Holding him by the hips and pushing into him.

"Come over here!" Gasped Jim. "Face Grant!"

Obediently I moved and stood astride Jim, my cock inches from Grants face. Grant gradually became aware of me and immediately reached out to take my cock. He pulled me towards him and I bent my knees enough for him to be able to take my boner into his mouth. He began to suck on it hungrily, his muffled groans vibrating against the head of my shaft.

After a few minutes of intense groans and sucking he took my cock out of his mouth.

"Two!" He gasped. "I want to try two."

I stood, not sure what he meant at first, but when Jim touched my leg with a hand containing another packet of lube I soon understood. I took the packet and opened it as he had. The liquid felt cold as I squeezed it onto my cock. As I smoothed it over the shaft and head I moved around behind Grant. I wasn't even sure if this was possible but it would be fun to find out.

I knelt behind Grant and emptied what remained of the lube onto my cock and over the part of Jim's that was still visible. The two of them stopped moving to allow me to position myself. I chose what I thought was the best spot and placed the head of my cock against the underside of Jim's. That alone would have been enough to make me cum normally but I was determined to hold on. I placed my hands on Grant's waist and began to push. At first I didn't make any progress.

"Relax!" Jim said. "You can do it."

Grant took deep breaths and tried to relax more. I began to push again and this time I began to make progress. I was afraid of hurting Grant but he didn't seem to be so concerned.

"Push!" he ordered.

To help me I took a finger and pushed that in first. It was tight but it went in. I worked it around for a while and then pushed in another. Grant groaned and gasped but continued to encourage me. Eventually I was ready to try again. Without taking my fingers fully out I pressed the tip of my cock against his hole again. It began to go in. I shuffled closer, positioning myself to be able to push harder.

"Auugghh!" Grant and I groaned together as suddenly the head of my cock slid past the barrier and entered him. Two! He had two cocks inside him!

"Slowly! Slowly!" He almost shouted.

Jim began to thrust upward gently as I pushed deeper and deeper. The feel of my cock rubbing against his and at the same time being inside Grant was amazing. As I pushed even deeper I felt my balls come into contact with Jim's

I could see that Jim had Grant's shaft in his hand and was working it feverishly. I knew he couldn't hold on for long and I didn't think Grant could either. I began to pump into him increasing my rhythm. Jim too began to push harder and our cocks rubbed against each other, the heads occasionally coming into contact.

To my surprise Jim was the first to say that he was about to cum. He suddenly pulled out of Grant leaving me alone inside him. The absense of Jims cock took Grant by surprise and his elbows gave way. He collapsed on top of Jim.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm going to cum!" he shouted.

As he fell forward I followed him. We now made a sandwich with Grant in the middle. My cock hadn't come out of him and now I began to hammer at his ass with it with all the strength I could, pounding him as I neared climax.

Suddenly I felt the warmth of Jim's cum as it sprayed over my ass.

"I'm cummin!" I groaned in a guttural tone that was thick with sex.

Aaarrrgghh yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder!"

I tried to pound him even deeper and faster as jets of my cum began to fill him and he let me know that he too was cumming

Oh Yeh! Oh jesus yeah! He cried.

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly kissing his neck as I emptied myself.

We lay unable to move for a couple of minutes. Finally I lifted myself up and pulled out of him. He lifted himself of Jim and the three of us began to clean ourselves off.

"Well! I suppose you'd better stay the night now!" I suggested.

"If you don't mind that's exactly what I'll do!" Jim replied. "I have a feeling we're not quite finished yet."

Lunch Break - Part Three

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:33:58 PDT

Written and read by Nathan Jones

"Wait! !Wait! Step Two?" What step two? There's no step two!" protested Mat.

I realised that Jo was now making this up as she went along, but I wasn't going to protest. Mat, on the other hand seemed less keen. He looked at his watch.

"Ten minutes! In fact, twelve! Times up!" he said determinedly.

Jo looked at her watch obviously disappointed but resigned to the truth.

"Okay, okay!" She answered.

She lifted her phone, pressing the keys to delete the pictures. Mat moved to her side to make sure she was actually doing it. He insisted that she delete his first. When it was time to delete mine he looked closely at the picture then at me smiling.

"Okay, deleted!" he said.

We left the boiler room and walked back to the classroom. It was nearly time for afternoon classes and when we entered the now full room it was to cheers and whistles. Word had gotten round and now everybody wanted to know where we had been and what Mat had filmed or taken pictures of. Jo just acted mysterious, teasing the crowd but, thankfully, not revealing any details. eventually the teacher came in and things settled down.

The afternoon passed uneventfully and as usual I sat next to Mat during the lessons. I felt as if something had changed. We had crossed a line and now I wasn't sure how to act. I noticed that once or twice our legs touched under the table and that when it happened Mat made no effort to move away. He seemed to be sitting closer to me than usual and I began to feel a little uncomfortable, even though I was enjoying it. Perhaps that was the problem. I was afraid that the others might notice the change and wonder.

As the final bell rang we gathered up our things and made our way out of the school. Mat walked with me to the bus stop chatting excitedly. He seemed nervous. Now that we were away from the others he brought up the subject of the boiler room.

"Your not going to tell anyone what we did earlier are you?" he asked.

"No! Course not!" I replied.

There was a long pause and then he asked in a very quiet voice, "Did you like it?"

"Like what?" I replied. I knew exactly what he meant but I was playing dumb because I didn't want to be the first to talk about it.

"You know what I mean!... Did you?"

"It was okay." I replied. "Not as bad as I thought it would be."

There was a long pause. I wanted to say more, to tell him how I had felt almost intoxicated when he had kissed me. Instead I asked. "Did you?"

He just shrugged, looking down at the ground.

"You have softer lips than I expected." he mumbled.

We didn't say any more for a while, but as we stood there in the evening sun, shuffling our feet and pretending not to be thinking about what had happened, my insides where churning. It was like being in a nightmare where you open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out, except I wasn't even trying to scream. I was just feeling it.

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" I asked. Desperate to say something, to find some way not to lose ground, to not go back to how we had been before. It was Friday night and I instinctively felt that by Monday morning all would be forgotten. But not only that. I felt that we had been on the edge of a precipice and that we had wanted to jump, but the weekend would see us both take a big step back and having looked over the edge we would never go there again.

"Nothing much. You?

"Nothing!"

This was as painful as pulling teeth.

"My bus is here!" I said. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. Too late now.

He waited with me fidgiting.

The bus arrived, opening it's doors with a hiss as it stopped.

"See you on Monday." I said, longing to say more. Maybe even now there was something I could say that would preserve this feeling, like a fly trapped in amber.

"I'll call you later!" he shouted, just before the doors closed.

Call me later! He never called me! He had my number of course but he never used it. My heart leapt.

"Okay!" I shouted back, a wide grin on my face.

I moved to the back of the bus watching him through the windows as the it moved off. He stood at the stop, watching the bus until it disappeared out of view.

That night I was like a cat on a hot tin roof. I couldn't sit still. After eating my evening meal I sat watching TV with my younger brother, hopping from channel to channel. I wasn't able to concentrate on anything so nothing held my interest. When my brother eventually protested I threw him the remote so that he could choose. He chose what he always chose, The Simpsons. It was an episode we had seen a hundred times but that didn't matter because I wasn't really watching it anyway. My eyes kept wandering to the clock. When would he phone? Would he forget? Maybe he would change his mind. I felt sick with anticipation.

Eventually I decided to go to my room and lye on my bed. Maybe I would calm down that way and even if I didn't at least nobody would see the agony I was in. As I walked into the hall I gave the phone a hard stare, willing it to ring. It didn't obey. Slowly I dragged my feet up the stairs and went to my room, flopping down on the bed tired and depressed.

I was woken by the phone ringing. At first I didn't realise what it was but as I came out of my stupor and my fuddled brain dragged the pieces together, I was galvanized into action. I leapt out of bed, as if a thousand volts of electricity had just surged through my body, tripping over a pile of magazines that lay on the floor and crashing noisily against the wardrobe before picking myself up. Cursing my stupidity and rubbing my knee I dashed for the door. I reached the top of the stairs to see my younger brother with the phone held to his ear.

"Who?.... Who is it? he was asking.

For a second he seemed to be about to put the phone down. I shouted at him, my fear of missing the call translated into anger.

I descended the stairs in kind of controlled fall that left my brother wide eyed.

"Whoa cowboy!" he said sarcasticly. "Who is it, your boyfriend?

I grabbed the phone off him and punched him on the arm.

"Ow! Bastard! I'm gonna tell mum!"

"Hello?" I said into the phone, ignoring my brothers face pulling antics.

I was met by a laugh from the other end.

"Sounds like your brother is the same as mine!" said Mats familiar voice.

"Yeah! I replied, calming down. "Little git! I could strangle him sometimes."

Mat laughed again. Then there was silence for a while. Now that he had phoned I didn't have a clue what to say to him and my brother was hanging around like a bad smell so I couldn't really be myself. I had to be the cooler, more controlled me that my family knew. Eventually, Mat came to the rescue.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the cinema tonight. They're showing Avatar again and I know you missed it the first time. It's brilliant! You'll love it!"

Truth was I really wanted to see the film but I would have said yes to anything, including the romantic sloppy stuff that my mum usually likes to watch.

"Yeah sure! What time?"

"You'll have to hurry." he replied. "The next showing is in an hour."

"Okay, see you outside."

"Okay!...... Hang up then!"

"You first." I replied.

"Okay..... hanging up..." he said, without hanging up.

At the time I didn't even realise that we were acting like two love sick school girls but what I did notice, out of the corner of my eye, was my brother, raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes. I thought it best to hang up.

After putting down the phone I ran up the stairs to get changed. At my age I had complete independence, something that often irritated my younger brother, so I only had to tell my parents where I was going, not ask their permission.

Within fifteen minutes I was changed and out the door, running towards the bus stop. This was the first time I had done anything outside of school with Mat. We had been great friends for several years but somehow had managed to keep that life separate from our home life. This was real progress in our relationship and I was over the moon.

I arrived at the cinema about fifteen minutes before the start of the film. Mat was waiting outside for me, hands in pockets. It was strange to see him wearing clothes that were newer and more fashionable than the ones we usually wore for school, but then again I too had chosen my best clothes for the occasion.

He saw me coming and we grinned nervously at each other.

"Hi!" he said

"Hi!" I echoed.

We went in and paid. Then queued up for popcorn and drinks.

"This is weird." Mat said.

"I know," I grinned "but good."

"Yeah, good!" he replied.

As most people had already seen the film the cinema wasn't very full. We made our way to the centre row of seats and chose some empty ones about half way up, putting our coats on those to our left and right to discourage people from sitting next to us. I don't know why but I have always been one of those people that attracts the attention of anybody looking for somewhere to sit. I must look the least harmful of the bunch or something, I don't know, I've never figured it out but, today I wasn't taking any chances. I made as big a mound with my coat as I could so there would be no mistake.

We were sharing a large bucket of popcorn and it was on Mat's lap. It was so big that I was sure we would never manage to eat it all, but we were going to have a good try! I reached over and took a handful. Eventually the film started and the lights went down. As we watched the film I reached absent mindedly for popcorn ever now and again and the level in the bucket soon began to drop. On several occasions as I reached into the bucket my hand came into contact with Mats. Every time it happened it was like an electric jolt to my nervous system.

Mat leaned over and whispered to me during one of the scenes.

"Wouldn't you love a six-pack like that!" he said nodding to the screen.

"What do you mean 'like'!" I replied, leaning close to his ear. "I've already got one."

"Liar!" he answered.

The truth was that our school was so small that we didn't even have a sports hall, and Mat and I had opted out of football, so we never got to see each other stripped. Perhaps that's why his Photo had excited me so much.

"Let's see it then!' he said, challenging me.

I slid down in my seat to make my stomach flatter and looked around to make sure nobody could see, then lifted my t-shirt. I tensed my stomach to show off my slender six-pack.

"Mat looked intensely for a few seconds then I sat up again covering myself.

"Couldn't see a thing!" he whispered into my ear.

I shrugged not certain what to say.

He moved even closer so that his lips tickled my ear as he spoke. "Let me feel it. I want to see how hard it is"

There was a deliberate and exaggerated sensuousness in his voice and I was immediately aware of the double meaning in his request. My cock, which had been primed by his closeness, stiffened. I slid back down in my chair and lifted my t-shirt again. This time it was his turn to look around to check nobody was looking. Casually he leaned closer and reached out his hand. I held my breath and tensed my stomach, making my cock leap in my pants. He spread the palm of his hand over my belly button and pressed. I hadn't been lying. I really did have a six pack. Maybe not as good as the ones in Avatar, but pretty good nonetheless. He moved his hand slowly over my middle, pressing and testing with his finger tips. When he pulled his hand away I sat up again.

"Not bad!" he whispered.

Lunch Break – Part Two

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 04:54:52 PST

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We followed Joe like lambs to the slaughter, silently, apprehensively, excited, nervous and terrified all at the same time. This wasn’t exactly what I’d fantasized about on the many occasions when I’d lain in bed, cock in hand, thinking about what it would be like to touch Mat’s body.

Joe pushed open the door to the boiler room and ushered us in. The caretaker only worked in the mornings so we were pretty sure that ,as long as we didn’t make any noise, we wouldn’t be discovered. Earlier, when I’d taken the photo, I’d had a boner, but now the fear and tension had achieved what will power alone couldn’t and it had returned to a semi hard state.

“Okay! So what’s the deal?” Mat asked cockily.

“I thought we might play a little game.” Joe answered. “Ever heard of ‘gay chicken?”

Of course we both had, and we had even played it a few times. But we’d never managed to get as far as completing step one, which was to kiss. And we’d never played it with girls present.

In case you’ve never played, the game usually begins with two guys facing each other, puckering up and moving towards each other slowly as if to kiss. The first one to chicken out loses. A variation we played was to sit facing each other. One would walk his fingers up the leg of the boy opposite heading for his crotch. Pushing his hand away or jumping out of the seat meant losing. The best part about that version was that it gave you the chance to stare hard at your opponents crotch, and often, see the clear outline of his hard cock. If you were really lucky you might even see it twitch as you got close. Again though, I’d never seen anybody get as far as touching. It didn’t stop my imagination running wild though and imagining what might come next.

“Ahhhh…. I don’t know about this. It sounds like ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ to me!” I objected.

The truth was I really wanted to play and I suspected that Mat did as well. But I was scared. Scared of revealing too much and of letting them see that it was exciting me. I’d seen other guys go much further than I ever had with impunity ,but that was them. I had always chickened out first because I was the one who had something to hide!

Mat looked at me without speaking. For once I had no idea what he was thinking but his silence said more than any words. He was scared too.

“That’s the deal!” said Jo unwaveringly.

“Five minutes.” said Mat, “Five minutes and you delete the pictures or you don’t get out of here with that phone intact!”

“Fifteen!” Responded Jo.

“Ten!”

“Okay ten!” said Jo.

Mat looked at me “Agreed?”

“Agreed!” I answered.

“One more thing! So that you can’t pass the next ten minutes dancing around each other without touching, every time one of you chickens out he has to remove an item of clothing!”

“Whoa! That’s not how it’s played!” I complained.

“Agreed!” Said Mat.

“Looks like you’ve been overruled!” laughed Jo.

“Let’s just get this over with eh!” said Mat.

I noticed a sort glassy, misty look in his eyes that I’d never seen before. He had caught me by surprise, agreeing so readily.

“On your head be it!” I answered.

We stood facing each other hands in pockets, squaring up more like we were going to fight than kiss. Jo, stood at the side like a master of ceremonies. The only thing she was missing was the microphone.

“Pucker up boys!” she jeered. “and remember, the kiss has to be held for a count of twenty!”

“Shut up Jo!” said Mat.

We pursed out lips and moved slowly towards each other. I was wearing less clothes than Mat so I was determined not to chicken out. As we closed to within about an inch I closed my eyes.

“Chicken!” I heard Jo shout.

“Fuck!” said Mat. You closed your eyes. That’s cheating!”

“No no no! Your not getting out of it that easily! And the clock stops if you start to argue!”

“Bitch!” Complained Mat.

“And insults to the referee mean you forfeit an extra item of clothing!” Jo answered determinedly.

Mat looked at her uncertain how to respond, then gave in and took of his sweat top and t-shirt. Now I could see in the flesh that smooth youthful body that I’d seen in the photo a few minutes earlier. He really was so sexy.

Now as I stood facing him, with his hair still ruffled from taking off his top and his eyes bright and alert but at the same time hooded by what I now know was sexual heat, I began to take in the details of his face in a way I never had before. His full lips glistened. His white teeth bright in the half light. The flushed cheeks and smooth skin with a fine down of hair.

We positioned ourselves again looking hard into each others eyes. We began to inch closer together. I really wanted to kiss him, to touch his naked body, to feel the heat of his skin. My cock stiffened and pushed, straining against the material of my trousers. I put my hands in my pockets again to try to disguise it. This time as we approached each other he reached out with one hand, placing it on my neck as if he was going to pull me towards him. Instinctively I pulled back.

“Chicken!” he shouted.

“Goddam! I wasn’t ready for that!” I exclaimed.

“T-shirt!” answered Jo remorselessly.

I pulled the t-shirt over my head. I felt exposed and vulnerable. The boiler room was really warm but that didn’t stop my chocolate button nipples from tightening and standing out proud, contrasting sharply with my pale smooth skin. Mat looked at me, raking my body with his eyes. His tongue passed over his lips as if they were dry, even though I could see that they were moist and full.

“Five minutes!” said Jo looking at her watch.

Even though that should have been good news to us, we both reacted as if we were in a hurry. As if we both thought that maybe five minutes wouldn’t be enough. We shuffled closer. Again we looked into each others eyes.

“Third time lucky!” put in Jo.

We ignored her and continued to move closer. ‘This is it!’ I thought. I’m going to kiss him. Our lips were now millimetres apart. I could feel his breath, the heat from his mouth. Finally we touched.

For once Jo was completely silent. Then she remembered to count. Our tight lipped kiss began to develop into a softer, more realistic approximation of a lovers kiss as Mat opened his mouth slightly.

This was how the game was played. If neither player backed down, they would become more and more passionate. Each one trying to push the other into backing away. I opened my mouth in response and pushed out my tongue. Mat reached forward and placed a hand on each side of my chest. I took my hands out of my pockets and placed them on his hips. His tongue entered my mouth. I was transported.

“20!” Shouted Jo.

Mat pulled back wiping his mouth as if he was disgusted with what we had just done, but a quick glance down told me he was just as excited as me.

I’d never seen two guys go this far so when Jo said, “Okay! Step 2"!

I really had no idea what she had in mind and I don’t think Mat did either.

The Camping Trip - Part Three

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 03:27:16 PST

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After such a strenuous effort, and with the heat of the sun, it wasn't surprising that we soon fell asleep as we lay side by side naked. I woke to find Grant's arm draped across my back with his hand resting on my ass. It felt good and I didn't move for a while so as not to wake him. Eventually though, I remembered the fire. Evening was coming on and we would need it to cook our next meal. I slid out from under Grant's arm waking him in the process.

The heat of sexual excitement had worn off by now and we felt slightly embarrassed by our nakedness. We dressed quickly making casual conversation and avoiding any mention of what we had done earlier. I came out of the tent first. The fire had almost died out and I hurried over to our wood supply to pick out some smaller pieces to get it going again.

It was then that my heart jumped into my throat. On the other side of our small wood pile was a basket. It hadn't been there before and it certainly didn't belong to us!

"Grant, come here quick!" I shouted.

Grant came strolling over.

"What? What's up!"

"Look!" I said, pointing at the basket.

"Shit!" Responded Grant. "Look! There's a note as well!"

I took a step forward and plucked the note from under the corner of the basket.

I read it out loud while Grant listened. When I'd finished we looked at each other and then over at the tent. From where we were standing, next to the basket, it was possible to see straight into the tent. We looked at our tangled sleeping bags and then at each other.

"Fuck!" We said in unison.

After a pause to take it all in we both lunged towards the basket wanting to be the first to see what was in it. I got there first and flung it open. It was quite small, but packed with goodies. There was, chocolate, a fruit cake, biscuits, a few cans of soup and a can of meat, a few cans of beer and lastly, bread, real fresh bread.

We were starving hungry and spoilt for choice, but in the end the chocolate won. I split the packet in half and gave Grant his portion. He began stuffing it into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in a month.

"Pig!" I laughed at him, as I stuffed mine into my mouth with equal enthusiasm.

In no time at all we'd finished the chocolate and were tucking into the bread. After a couple of slices we began to slow down and behave more like civilized human beings.

"You do realize, we'll still be here when he comes back for the basket, don't you?" I eventually managed to say between swallows.

"Oh yeah!.... What shall we do?" he asked.

"Nothing!" We'll just tell him we decided to stay longer and thanks very much for the food!"

"What if he wants to.... you know?"

"What? Have sex with you?" I answered, finishing the question that he'd been afraid to. "I'll let him!"

"Fuck off! Ya bastard!" replied Grant. Then, ".....you wouldn't would you?"

I just laughed and went back to the fire. For the rest of the day Grant drove me crazy with his obsession with what we would do when the guy came back.

"Look!" I eventually said. "He doesn't really seem that bad. Maybe he didn't have a hard-on. Maybe we just got carried away. It'll be okay!"

Actually, I was only half convinced myself, but what else could I say. We'd eaten half of his food and had every intention of eating the rest, not to mention the beer. We could hardly refuse to talk to him when he arrived.

We went for a walk before dinner and got back just as night was falling. Nick still hadn't turned up and by now we'd almost forgotten about him. We made a meal of the canned meat and bread along with what was left of the eggs we'd brought with us and then finished it off with a couple of pieces of fruit cake. By the time it was dark we'd stoked up the fire and were lying back against a large tree trunk, feeling content with the world.

Of course, our sexual batteries had long since fully recharged and as we sat in silence, images of what we'd done earlier began to run through my mind. I snook sideways glances at Grant, trying to see the outline of his cock through his pants as he sat cross legged poking the fire with a stick, lost in thought.

"The beers!" he suddenly piped up. "We forgot about the beers!"

We both scrambled over to the basket and pulled out a beer each. It was warm but we didn't care. We cracked open the cans and took big gulps. We didn't really drink much at that age, but neither of us wanted to admit it. Instead we sat back and stared at the fire as we sipped our drinks like experts. By the second beer we were already feeling the effects and by the third we began to feel our muscles relax and our heads felt light. We chatted about anything and everything, but always, as we chatted, at the back of my mind was the fact that sooner or later we were going strip and get into our sleeping bags.

We'd managed to pass the whole day without talking about what we'd done earlier, but now the tension began to rise as the moment to undress came closer. When I couldn't hold out any longer I got up and brushed myself down, trying to look as casual as possible.

I stretched and said, "Oh well! I'm going to hit the sack.

Grant swigged the last of his beer and got up to follow me. "Me too!"

We undressed slowly, folding our clothes deliberately. I was hard with expectation so I got into my sleeping bag before I took off my trousers, so that Grant wouldn't see. He did the same. We lay on our stomachs, propped up on our elbows watching the fire in silence. The sexual tension was palpable but neither of us dared to make a move.

"I'm sweating like a pig!" Exclaimed Grant in his usual understated way.

"Yeh! Me too!" I replied.

Why don't we open up our sleeping bags and use one as a mattress and the other as a blanket? At least that way it'll be cooler. If it gets cold later we can always zip them up again." he suggested.

"Mmmm.... Okay!" I agreed.

We both sat up and unzipped our bags. Grant spread his out on the floor and I shook mine out to use as a top blanket. He was on all fours pushing out the corners of his bag, his underpants stretched tight over his perfect round ass. As he pushed and pulled at the sleeping bag he moved around with his back to me and I could see his balls outlined by the thin material and the thick stem of his cock bridging the gap between them and his ass hole. 'He must be hard as well' I thought. My cock throbbed uncontrollably as another surge of blood made it feel even tighter and harder.

I'd been lost in my own thoughts as I stared at his ass and I took a second longer than I should have to look away when he suddenly turned to face me. In silence we moved towards the entrance to the tent and lay down, pulling the other sleeping bag over ourselves. I was shaking with sexual excitement but tried desperately not to let it show as we lay, almost touching. I could feel the heat of his shoulders next to mine and as we talked we occasionally brushed against each other, sending electric shocks through my whole body and making my cock twitch. At first our brief moments of contact had been accidental and we had quickly moved to separate ourselves, but as the evening wore on the brief moments became long seconds. After about half an hour, my cock was aching from being so hard for so long and my balls were beginning to develop a dull pain. Grants foot briefly came into contact with mine and when I didn't react he left it there. Slowly he began to move his toes causing his foot to rub gently against mine. I swallowed nervously. The moment had come.

"I don't think he'll want to have sex with you." I mumbled, trying not to let my sexual excitement show in my voice.

Grant didn't react for a few seconds but then said "No...... I think he'll want to have sex with you!" laughing as he spoke.

"Well I won't let him! He'll have to pin me down and tie me up first, and I don't he's going to do that!"

"He might,,,,," responded Grant. "if I help him!"

"You! You couldn't tie your shoelaces!" I taunted.

"I'm stronger than you think, and your not as strong as you think!" he fired back.

"Try it!" I challenged.

He looked at me uncertainly for a few seconds, a crooked grin on his face. It was 'game-on' and now we both knew what the game was. He turned his back to me and rummaged around in our stuff until he found the string that we had used to make the guy-lines for our tent.

"Aha!" he said dramatically as he held it up for me to see. "What do we have here!"

"You don't stand a chance!" I said, pushing him to go on.

He placed the string on the floor at the entrance and knelt, crouched like a cat ready to pounce, the sleeping bag over his lap. I laughed out loud. "Ha! Pathetic!"As he leapt at me I turned onto my stomach and placed my hands under me so that he nothing to get a purchase on. He grabbed my shoulders and tried to roll me onto my back but I spread my legs to stop him. As he wrestled with me I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine. When he realised this wasn't going to be easy he became more determined and less coy, grabbing my ass and my waist, pushing and pulling, lying on top of me and wrapping his legs around mine to try to move me. By now he wasn't using the sleeping bag to cover his erection and when I couldn't see his hard cock stretching the material of his underpants I could feel it pressing against me.

I still wasn't decided which way I wanted this to go, but the more I felt him rubbing against me the more I wanted to see that hard shaft of his. From my position of passive resistance I suddenly turned and began to actively wrestle with him. We struggle trying to pin each other, neither of us gaining a real advantage. He was right, he was stronger than I had given him credit for. That, plus the fact that he was highly motivated and I wasn't resisting 100% meant that before long he managed to sit astride my back, pinning my hands above my head.

We stopped, panting for breath. When he placed one of my wrists over the other and pinned them with just one hand, I could easily have gotten free, but I didn't. I lay still, eyes closed pretending not to have noticed. I felt the roughness of the string as he began to wrap it around my wrists and made a token effort to escape. He dropped down on top of me pinning me harder and pressing his stiff rod into my back.

"Gotcha now!" He said. "and when there are two of us, it'll be even easier!

"When he had my hands tied together he then tied them to the tent pole that supported the front of the tent.

"Don't struggle or you'll pull the whole bloody tent down on top of us!" he warned.

Spinning around he unravelled more string and began to tie my ankles.

"Now what are you going to do?" My voice was trembling as I spoke and there was nothing I could do to hide it.

"I'm not sure. What do you think he would do?" he answered.

"I don't know! You're the one who's helping him!" I responded.

What I really wanted was to feel his hard pole inside me, but I couldn't say that. Not yet.

He turned and looked at me for a second, thinking. He began to check his handiwork to make sure it was all tight and secure. Once he was satisfied he pushed my hips to encourage me to roll over onto my back. I did as he wished and as I turned my stiff cock came into view. Our wrestling had twisted my underwear so that my balls and half of my cock were exposed. His eyes widened and I heard him draw in a deep breath.

"Well first, I think we would get rid of these!" He said as he leaned forward and very gently pulled down my underwear.

His face was close to my crotch. I lifted my ass off the floor slightly so that he could slide them down. My cock sprang free and he breathed on it making it pulse so violently that it almost hit him in the face. He pulled back with surprise and then leaned forward again, blowing harder and rhythmically. I began to pant and let out a

"Jeeeez!!! Stop or I'll cum right now!"

He smiled, gave one last blow and knelt up. I could feel my heart as it pounded in my chest and every nerve in my body seemed to be tingling. He moved to my side and placed his hands on my chest feeling my soft skin and rubbing me gently.

"I think you would take off your underwear as well." I suggested softly.

He looked at me again with those big, soft, green eyes of his.

"Not yet." he answered.

Instead he reached inside his underpants and took his shaft in his hand. Through the material I could see his knuckles as he grasped it firmly and began to move his hand slowly up and down it. His mouth opened slightly and he passed his tongue over his top lip, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Without warning he seemed to suddenly move up a gear. He became decided in his actions and all of his former shyness seemed to dissolve in front of my eyes. He moved to kneel astride my chest.

"Time for me to give the orders!" he said softly as he looked directly into my eyes.

I blinked my agreement. A subtle but clear message. He was now in charge. He pulled down the front of his underwear, revealing to me for the first time his fat cock in all it's glory. He looked at my face to see my reaction. What he saw was a look of complete lust. The shaft of his cock was smooth and pale in the firelight and as he gave it another squeeze a drop of pre-cum became visible at the tip. He pulled back the foreskin slightly and squeezed it again. A clear drop formed and rolled from the opening down the shiny surface of his glans. It stopped just short of falling. He shuffled forward and placed the head directly above my lips. He looked into my eyes as I looked at the glistening droplet. I opened my mouth slightly and pushed out my tongue to receive his fluid. He gave it a little shake and the droplet fell, suspended on a fine thread. I closed my eyes at it touched my tongue.

'This is him!' I thought. 'It's part of him. Part of his body, his being, and now it's going to become a part of me. For who knows how long something that was him will be part of me.

I tasted the semi-sweet juice and opened my eyes to look into his. He leaned further forward and placed the head of his cock against my lips. I opened them and brushed the tip of my tongue over the soft smooth flesh."Push it in!" I whispered.

He looked at me firmly and said "I'm giving the orders!"I felt a brief moment of disappointment that quickly disappeared when he turned and put himself into the 69 position. His cock and balls hung over my face and he reached under himself to push his rigid cock into a vertical position and against my lips. I opened my mouth hungrily and lifted my head slightly to take him in. As I began to suck on him he groaned and gasped before taking hold of my tingling shaft and going down on it, sucking and licking it clean of pre-cum. As he sucked on my cock he began to pump his own shaft into my mouth, fucking my face. I sucked and lifted my head in time with his pumping to take it as deep as I could. It was so thick that I had to open my mouth as wide as I could and it still wasn't really wide enough.

After a couple of minutes he lifted off me and turned to face me again. He lay prone on top of me pressing his body against mine. Our stiff shafts rubbed side by side as he writhed and twisted as if he wanted to absorb me into him. I pumped my hips, grinding my stiff fuck pole into his stomach.

"Ahhhhhh, auuggh!" We gasped and groaned together as the passion mounted and both of us became more desperate in our desire.

"You know.... this time I think he would make me fuck you as he watched!"

A gasped "Yeh!!!" was all I could respond.

He lifted off me and pushed my hips encouraging me to roll over. Once I was on my stomach he began to massage my ass cheeks firmly. I felt the sting of his hand as he smacked me hard on one cheek. The sting soon replaced by a pleasant warm sensation. Again, and again he slapped me. He leaned forward and raked his teeth over my hot ass.

"Aaaauuuuggggghhhh" I groaned.

"Beg me!" he whispered in my ear. "Beg me to do it too you!"

"Please!" I said quietly.

"Louder!""PLEASE! Fuck me!"

His answer was to slap my ass again.

"Don't stop!

"Please fuck me. I want to feel your fat cock inside me. Please!"

He leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock between my cheeks. "What? This? Is this what you want?"

"Yeah!" That! Your fat cock! Please!"

As I said 'please' he pushed it harder.

"Keep going, don't stop!" he ordered again.

"Please.... please....please. Arrgghhh!"

With each 'please' he had pushed a little deeper until finally with a hard push he entered me.

"Fuck! Yeah!" Fuck, I'm gonna fuck your ass good!" he gasped.

"Yeah!" Fuck me please!" I begged.

He began to pump his iron hard shaft into me, mercilessly. I groaned and gasped with pleasure certain that nobody could hear us.

"Fuck! Yeah!" Fuck!" He repeated over and over again as he drove into me."I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, cummin NOW, I'm cummin! Arrrgggggghhhh!"

I felt his shaft expand inside me as he pounded me deeper and deeper. As he said 'NOW' he paused briefly before continuing in a broken rhythm, moaning, pumping and spasming at the same time. Finally he collapsed on top of me, spent. I lay still letting him recover.

"Now it's your turn." he whispered.

"To late," I replied. "I came when you did. All over your sleeping bag."

Lunch Break

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:34:54 PDT

At the age of 16 I was attending a state school in a large northern town in England that specialised in art. It was a small school, in fact, it was a very small school. Only 72 pupils in the whole school, divided in three classes of 24, each class representing a year. As you might imagine, being such a small school we didn't have many facilities and the normal rules didn't apply. For example, we didn't have to wear school uniform and we had no recreation area. With an hour and a half for lunch that meant that we were permitted to use the classrooms and common areas the whole day. We were left to ourselves with no supervision. If we wanted to we could even leave the school and take a walk around town. Something unthinkable in any other school but completely normal to us.

Of course, we were reasonably responsible most of the time, but we were also aged between 13 and 16 so at times were also completely irresponsible. The biggest problem was boredom. Walking around town for an hour every day soon lost it's appeal and after three years doing the same thing we often opted to stay in school and just talk or create our own entertainment. Most of the time such entertainment was quite innocent. We would get out the playing cards or even bring in board games to play.

The classes were divided evenly between boys and girls but we tended to form groups of our own sex which hardly ever mixed. To be honest, I think we found the girls a bit scary. They always seemed to know something we didn't, as if they were much older than us and that made us feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. On top of that, we soon realised that if there was a girl in the group there was nearly always trouble. So we avoided them.

One exception was a girl called Jo. She was really cool. Not a bit like the others. Her parents had moved back to England from Australia and she was missing it badly. She really didn't fit in with the other girls. She would sit with us and play cards. She knew a lot about skateboarding and was just like any other mate. The other girls called her a lesbian, but she wasn't. She definitely liked boys. We knew that because she was always trying to find some way to get us naked. If we were playing cards she would suggest strip poker, but she would just watch. If it was a boardgames she would suggest that the loser had to pay a forfeit that usually involved removing clothes. But again, she would just watch. These games never went very far of course. After all we were in school and the younger boys were always hanging around wanting to join our group so we had to be careful.

One lunchtime we were playing cards as usual and Jo was there looking here usual bored self, slouched forward resting here head on her hands. We were in one of the classrooms that we had permanent access to. It was a really hot day and we were all feeling a bit drowsy.

"Lets do something different!" She complained. "I'm sick of cards. Let's do something more exciting!"

"Sick of cards!" I laughed. "You never play! Sick of watching you mean."

"Well sick of watching then." She admitted. "I know! Let's make a video!"

She'd been bugging us all day with her new flashy mobile phone, taking pictures, playing music and now... wanting to make a video.

"Not the phone again for Cristsake!" This was Mat, my best mate. We'd become firm friends in the first year and were inseparable. We sat together in every class, on the school bus, at lunch time. We even went to the toilet together. Taking it in turns to stand guard outside the cubicle just in case some jerk decided to try to peep over the top or throw a water bomb. You know the kind of thing.

"Aw, come on guys! It's just a bit of fun! Anyway, pretty soon we're all going to split up and go our separate ways and I want some footage to remember you all by. Come on guys!"

"Okay, what do you want to make a video of!" asked Mat.

That stumped her. She hadn't thought that far, or so we thought.

"See! You can't think of anything!" chimed in Paul, one of the other boys.

"I can think of something better than a video." Said Mat, snatching the phone out of Jo's hand. "And I'm sure you'll like it better."

With that he jumped up from his seat and ran to the door. We all looked at each other, for a few seconds and then, as one, jumped up to follow him, pushing chairs and tables aside. By the time we got out into the corridor he had vanished but I knew where he was. By now I could almost read his mind and the look in his eye when he had taken the phone told me that he was feeling sexual.

"Let's split up." I suggested. Jo and me this way, you two that way.

Without speaking we went our separate ways. Of course my way led to the boys toilets.

"The little bastard! If he breaks my phone......!" said Jo between gritted teeth.

"He won't break it." I replied. "And he's right. You're going to like the result."

We quickly made our way to the toilets. Like I said, Jo was like one of the boys, but not enough like one of the boys to into their toilet. That was taboo. She waited impatiently outside as I rushed in. The place was empty except for one cubicle. I opened the door just in time to hear the sound of a camera, the one that a phone makes when it takes a picture snapping away on autotimer.

"Mat! Is that you?" I shouted.

"Yeah! Just a sec!"

A couple of seconds later I heard the sound of the bolt being pulled back. Mat opened the door and came out with a broad grin on his face and his baggy grey sweat top covering his crotch.

"You didn't!" I said.

"I did!" he replied.

I tried to take the phone off him to have a look but it was a half hearted attempt and he soon got past me and to the door. To be honest I really wanted to see the picture but I couldn't be seen to be trying too hard. Jo was waiting outside. By now she had guessed more or less what he was up to and, unlike me, didn't do anything to contain her curiosity. She practically ripped his arm off to get the phone off him. He looked at me smiling as she opened the file to look at the picture.

"Jeez!" She exclaimed. "That's definitely one for the collection!"

"As long as you don't put it in the year book!" Laughed Mat!

By now I was bursting with curiosity but when I tried to snatch the phone off Jo she pulled it out of my reach.

"The only way your going to see this is if you do one for me yourself." she laughed.

"What!" No way!" I replied.

"No show, no see!" she taunted.

"Go on!" It's not that hard!" Encouraged Mat.

But that was the problem. It was hard! My cock I mean. I hesitated and that was my downfall. Immediately they saw that I could be persuaded and set to work pushing, cajoling and promising that nobody except us would see them. Finally I gave in, knowing that I would have plenty of time to look at Mat's picture once I was alone in the cubicle. The only problem was, once I saw Mat's picture I just couldn't get it to go down. He looked so fucking sexy!" In the end, after Mat had been banging on the door for a couple of minutes, I took a picture holding the camera at arms length to make sure I didn't accidentally include my face. I fastened myself up and opened the door.

"Finally!" said Mat. "What were you doing in there? Wanking?

"No!" I replied, pretending to be shocked by the suggestion.

By the time we left the toilets Jo was practically foaming at the mouth. She snatched the phone off me and looked at the picture.

"You boy's have been holding out on me!" she said, eyes wide.

Mat took the phone off her and looked at the picture.

"Hey! That's not fair! I wasn't hard. Now it looks like yours is bigger than mine!"

I just laughed thinking that was the end of the matter. But Jo had no intention of letting go of the situation.

"What would you guys do to stop me showing these pictures to the whole school?"

There was a glint in her eye that told me she wasn't joking. Mat and I looked at each other realising that after three years of trying, we had finally fallen into her trap.

"What did you have in mind?" Asked Mat, resignedly.

"Follow me." She said. Leading us to the boiler room. We both followed, I as a willing victim, Mat?.... Well, that I was about to find out.

The Runner – Part Three

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 03:35:07 PST

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I ran a little way and then started to walk. I could hardly believe what had just happened and I could hardly have been happier. I realized that I was being a bit pushy but it was what Karl seemed to need to be able to give in to his own feelings. If he wanted me to take the lead I would be happy to oblige.

When I got home I jumped in the shower and began to wash myself down. Karls cum had dried on my stomach. The water from the shower rehydrated it, and I could feel it's slipperyness. I didn't mind because it was a part of him. It had come from his body and there could be nothing bad about his body, as far as I was concerned. I soaped myself down taking my time. The water ran down my back and between my firm ass cheeks. As I began to think about what had happened, I began to get hard again, I took the head of the shower and played it over my swollen shaft, enjoying the tingling feeling as the fine needles of water played over its head. Unable to resist I closed my eyes and began to jerk off slowly, remembering the feel of Karl's body in my arms, his hot rod pressed against my stomach, the sensation as his jets of cum forced their way between our writhing bodies. I closed my eyes and worked my shaft, standing with my legs slightly apart so that I could feel my balls swinging heavily, as I beat out a faster and faster rhythm. I put my free hand between my cheeks and pressed lightly against my hole. The running water provided the lubrication I needed to push one finger in about an inch. My balls began to pull up towards my body as I came close to climax. I thought about Karl's face, about how he had begged to stop as he unloaded his milk, how he gasped and how he had been unable to stand. I opened my eyes in time to see the first streamer of cum as I began to spray the wall.

"Oooooh, yeh! yeh!" I breathed (BONUS AUDIO)

After catching my breath I finished showering and dried myself. If I hurried I had time to get into town and use some of my savings to buy some new jeans and a top for the party. I hurried downstairs where I was met by my dad.

"How was the run son?"

"Amazing dad, amazing. Can't wait for next Saturday to do it again." I grinned.

"Good, good. You're really getting into this running lark aren't you!"

"Yeh! I like it. The guys are a really good bunch." I said.

"By the way, Jack has asked me to stay over at his tonight. Will that be okay?"

I knew it would be because I'd stayed at Jacks on many previous occasions. My parents knew him but they didn't know his parents, so I was pretty safe using him as an alibi.

"Sure, no problem. Just make sure you take your mobile just in case." he ordered.

I made myself a quick sandwich and dashed out the door still eating it. My parents had always given me a lot of freedom. They were of the opinion that you can't learn to be responsible if you never have to make your own decisions. Most of the time they were right, but today was one of those days that I would use that freedom to my advantage.

I took the bus into town and wandered around the shops looking for my new clothes. I found a really cool place that sold sagger jeans that fastened loosely and a t'shirt that clung just tightly enough to show off my physique without looking like it had been sprayed on.

I'd forgotten to ask Karl what time the party started but I knew it would be early. We were still young and impatient. Who wants to wait until ten or eleven when you can start having fun at seven! As I sat and ate my Burger King meal, I decided I'd go along there at eight just to be sure.

The afternoon seemed to drag on forever and when I got home I tried on my new clothes several times before evening arrived. The jeans hung low on my hips and the curve of my ass showed nicely above the waistband. I decided on white underwear, admiring the outline of my hard cock and using all of my will power not to jerk off again.

Just before eight I set off for Karl's, a small backpack contained all I needed. On the way I bought a large bottle of coke, for me, and a six pack of beer for the others. The laws in the UK used to be quite lax but I still held my breath as I paid for the alcohol, praying that I wouldn't be asked for I.D. The shopkeeper hardly looked away from the football match that was on the TV as he served me and I'm sure that if I had been ten years old, he would still have taken my money.

As I approached Karl's house I could hear the music as it thumped loudly. The front door was open and I walked in without being challenged. As was usual at our age the party was mostly guys. About twenty of them in this case. I spotted Karl over at the computer choosing a tune from the playlist.

"Hey shorty! What you doin here?" a voice called from my left.

To my surprise, and horror, it was Steve, the guy with the big cock that had caught me staring at him in the shower.

"Hi!" I grinned weakly.

"Lets have one of those beers then!" he shouted above the music.

I moved over to him and peeled of a can, offering it to him. He took it off me with a serious look then smiled and ruffled my hair.

"I might take a shower later" he joked, Just telling you in case you want to watch!"

"Ha ha!" I responded, reddening a little.

And that was it. Everything was right with the world again. Like I said. They were all a good bunch really.

I went over to Karl and touched him on the back. He turned looking distracted and said a quick, "Hi!" before turning back to the computer screen. He seemed embarrassed by my presence. I was gutted! I almost left the party there and then, but as I walked to the door Steve grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me aside.

"So, shorty! Tell me about yourself."

I was a bit reluctant at first but after a few minutes chatting to Steve I calmed down and relaxed. I began to realize that I'd been a bit stupid really, expecting Karl to welcome me with open arms. What we'd done this morning was pretty extreme and I suppose he just needed time to adjust. In my case my hormones had overcome all other considerations, but now, after thinking about it, I decided I needed to play it cool.

It turned out that Steve was a really interesting guy and not a bit like I'd expected. We chatted and joked and generally messed about. I think he was genuinely sorry for what had happened in the shower and was trying to make up for it, in his own way. There was just one problem though. As we chatted I noticed that I was starting to feel a bit strange. Someone had given me a fruit drink and I'd accepted it without thinking. I tasted nice and I couldn't detect any alcohol. Later I discovered it was a drink called Malibu, mixed with pineapple juice. The alcohol content wasn't that high but it was enough and I had been drinking it as if it was just pure fruit juice. It was then that Karl came over to talk.

"Hi!" he said nervously. "All okay?"

"Sure!" I replied, over overenthusiasticly, slurring my speech a little.

Karl looked at me then at Steve, who looked back at him eyebrows raised.

"I think I'm going to be sick! I slurred.

"Oh my god! What have you been drinking?"

"Fruit juice, just fruit juice, honest!"

The mix of the alcohol and the tension that I'd been feeling started to overwhelm me and tears began to well up. This was a complete nightmare!

"Quick, this way!" said Karl as he took me by the arm and led me across the room. In the hall was a small toilet and sure enough as soon as I opened the door I started to vomit. Just making it in time to the toilet. Karl knelt beside me arm around my shoulders.

"It's okay! Get it all out, that's it!" he encouraged.

I felt such a fool. I wanted him to see me as grown up and here I was showing what a complete novice I was. When I'd finished he helped me to clean up and led me into the hallway.

"You can lie down for a while in my room." he offered.

Under any other circumstance I would have been over the moon, but as things were, I just nodded meekly and allowed him to lead me upstairs.

His room was large and very neat, two walls were lined with bookshelves that displayed models and all the other junk that teenagers tend to collect. They even had a few books on them. Another was filled by a large walk-in wardrobe. I flopped down on his bed and he pulled my shoes off. I lay on my back covering my eyes with my arm. The sound of dance music and loud conversation came from below as the party continued without me. Karl placed a plastic bowl at my side.

"I'll come back and check on you later, okay?"

"Okay!" I replied, already falling asleep.

I don't know how long I was passed out for but it could only have been an hour or two. I woke to hear the ever present music but I noticed that the sound of conversation had died down. The door creaked open and someone came into the room.

"You okay?" a voice whispered.

I imagined it was Karl but I wasn't sure. I didn't answer, instead I pretended to still be asleep. I was actually feeling much better now. It seemed my stomach had rejected the alcohol before it had had time to do any real damage. I felt somebody poke me lightly in the side. Still, I didn't respond. There was silence for what seemed an age and then finally another, rougher poke and a "Hey!"

I remained still, arm covering my face. A hand rested on my chest and another began to lift up the bottom of my t-shirt. My heart began to beat faster as I realized somebody was taking the opportunity to take a look at my body. I felt a light touch on my stomach and it took all of my willpower not to flinch. The hand on my chest moved and I felt it reposition over my now stiffening cock. It lightly massaged me through my jeans, tracing the outline of my growing member. I began to breath more deeply as the excitement grew. I felt a button pop on my jeans and then another and another, before the same hand pealed open my jeans. It moved to my stomach and then, after a pause slid slowly below the waistband of my underwear.

By now I was fully hard and it wasn't long before the outstretched fingers touched the tip of my bone hard cock. I barely restrained a gasp. When I felt the tickle of hair touch my stomach I sucked my stomach in, no longer able to feign sleep. The hand reached inside and grasped my cock firmly and I thought for a second that I was going to cum there and then.

"Auuhhhh!" I sucked in a breath.

It was then that I realized that this wasn't Karl. The hair was too long. He had short cropped hair and this person definitely had more than that!" Before I could do anything I felt my underwear pealed back and a hot mouth engulf the head of my shaft. I let out a long gasp as the sounds of sucking and our soft groans of pleasure filled the room. By now it was too late to stop. Karl or not I was too excited. (BONUS SOUND)

It was then that we both heard Karl shout down to somebody from just outside the door.

"Steve? I don't know! Yes, I'm just going to check on him now. Let yourselves out!"

My eyes sprang open. Sure enough there was Steve, a shocked look on his face but still grasping my cock firmly. His own cock was in his other hand and I saw that he had been jerking himself off as he had been sucking me. He leaped up and headed for the wardrobe. I didn't have time to cover myself up properly but Steve had managed to cover my wet cock with my underwear before bolting for cover. As the bedroom door opened the wardrobe door slid shut and I lay still with my jeans open and my stiff cock outlined by my white underpants.

Karl moved silently towards me and knelt down at my side.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Better?" I whispered. "Can I stay here tonight?"

"I was hoping you'd ask me that!" he said, smiling."

"Some of the guys are still downstairs. They're going to sleep on the sofas so the music will go on for a while but I'm coming to bed now. Okay? Do you think you can stop playing with yourself long enough to wait for me?"

I chuckled softly, "Okay!"

He crept quietly out the door again. As it closed I sat up quickly but my head spun so much I had to lie back down again.

"Steve!" I hissed.

The door slid open a couple of inches.

"Quick! Go!"

"No way!" Steve answered. "And miss the show!"

The door opened again and Karl entered, closing it behind him. He moved to the bottom of the bed and pulled off my socks. Then, taking hold of my jeans he pulled and I lifted my ass so that he could slide them down and off. As I took off my t-shirt he began to strip down to his underwear. I glanced over towards the wardrobe which was still open a few inches. It was impossible to see inside because it was to dark but I knew that Steve was in there watching everything. I felt a bit disloyal to Karl but what could I do. If I told him, I would find myself out on the street in seconds. On the other hand, whatever Steve saw he couldn't blab about. After all, he'd been sucking my cock!

I moved over as Karl pulled back the duvet and we both slipped under it. I could hardly believe it! In bed, in just my underwear, with Karl at my side and Steve, having just sucked my boner, in the wardrobe watching it all. Suddenly it all seemed a bit comical and I had to hold back a giggle.

The music was still beating out it's rhythm below as I turned my back to Karl and he moved up close behind me to cuddle me. I felt warm and secure in his arms and almost forgot about Steve. Very soon I began to feel his stiffening cock pressing against my ass.

"Will you make me a promise?" he asked.

"Sure!" I said smiling. "Just one though, because I'm going to move and I'm going to keep my eyes open."

He squeezed me tightly and his cock pulsed as it pressed between my cheeks. I turned in his arms to face him and hugged him back, at the same time looking over his shoulder towards the wardrobe. Steve had opened the door a bit more and I had time to make out his now naked torso before he moved back into the shadows.

I kissed Karl's neck and he rolled onto his back. I moved to lie on top of him.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asked me?

"No. Have you?"

"Once, with a girl" he replied. "But I've imagined it a million times with a guy."

I slid my hands down his sides as he slid his down my back and over my ass, pushing them below the fabric of my underwear.

"Mmmmmm" I groaned.

I began to move down his body, thinking to take his cock in my mouth, hidden from Steve's view by the duvet, but Karl held me and said, "Wait! Let me this time."

Reaching down we both slid off our clothes. I opened my legs and moved to sit astride his chest. My cock stood out prominently and my balls rested on his body. He took my shaft and worked his hand up and down it slowly. I slid forward a bit more and he pulled it down towards his mouth. I leaned forward and placed the smooth head against his lips. He lifted his head taking it in and sucking hard. Slowly, I began to fuck his face as he placed his hands firmly on my ass cheeks to encourage me.

Ooooh!!! I gasped as I began to drive deeper.

For the second time tonight, slurping and sucking sounds filled the room, but very soon I had to stop, afraid I was going to cum. I pulled out and moved down his body.

"That's amazing!" I breathed.

"Now do it to me!" he answered.

In response I spun around so that I could take his cock while he took mine but I was too short and he couldn't reach. Instead, as I took his glistening cock head into my mouth, I felt him prize my cheeks apart. He spat on his fingers and used them to lubricate my hole. I groaned loudly as he began to work his fingers over the entrance to my body.

"Oh.....God!" he gasped as I sucked his cock.

His cock seemed even thicker and longer than the first time and I soon began to gag as I took him deeper but that just seemed to turn him on even more!

Yeh! Oh yeh! deeper babe!" he encouraged.

I reached under myself taking my pulsing shaft in my hand and jerking myself as I sucked him. suddenly I felt one of his fingers enter me and I uttered a muffled groan of pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

I pulled off him for a second, knowing that the question was a disguised request.

"Let me show you!" I said

I spun around and firmly took him by the waist encouraging him to turn on his stomach. He obediently lay face down for me. I moved to his ass and opened his cheeks slightly, spitting on his hole. He lifted his ass opening it more to me and I worked my fingers around his hole before pushing one of them in. In answer he lifted his ass even higher.

"You like that don't you?" I whispered.

"Mmmmm!" he groaned.

I pushed another finger in. He pushed back. My cock was dripping pre-cum by now and was in serious need of some attention, so I pulled out my fingers and placed my cock in his crack, testing the water to see how he would react.

"Is that your cock?" he asked looking back.

"Yeh! Do you mind?"

"No, I like it!" he answered.

I began to slap it against his hole while I massaged his cheeks, just like I'd seen in the gay porno on the internet. It drove him wild.

A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I glanced over to see Steves face in the open door of the wardrobe mouthing the words "Fuck him!"

"Do you want me to put it in?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Just a bit." he answered. "Slowly!"

I pressed the head of my lubricated cock against his wet hole and pushed. At first it wouldn't go in but Karl reached back with one hand and took my cock to guide it. With a final push I managed to enter him.

"Arrrggghh!" he moaned.

I stopped for a few seconds.

"It's okay now. More!" he panted.

I pushed deeper and he groaned again. Before long I was able to begin driving deep and pulling almost completely out.

"Arrgggg! Arrgggg! Arrgggg!" he groaned repeatedly as I began to pound him harder and harder.

(BONUS EFFECTS)

Finally I couldn't hold on any longer. As I pounded Karls ass I could see, in the shadows, Steve beating his cock furiously!

"I'm nearly cumming!" I cried, almost desperately. "What should I do?"

"Inside me, cum inside me! I want to feel you cum inside me!" gasped Karl

That did it! I began to pound him with all my force as he jerked his own cock. Slapping sounds and groans filled my ears until I couldn't hold it any longer.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Arrrrgggghhhh!

As I came, he came too. If it hadn't been for the music everyone in the house would have heard us!

"Yeh! Fill me! Fill me with your cum! Aauggh! Aauggh!" he cried as his cum splashed onto the sheets.

I leaned forward driving as deep as I could, pumping the last of my cream into him. At the same time, I caught sight of a streamer of cum as it jetted from the crack in the wardrobe door.

He collapsed under me and I lay on top of him, still inside him. I moved to pull out but he squeezed with his cheeks to stop me.

"No! Stay inside me!"

I did as he asked and my cock stayed hard long enough for us both to fall asleep in that position.

By the time we woke up, the wardrobe was empty and Steve had gone. I never told Karl. But then I didn't need to.

The Runner – Part Two

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 03:34:46 PST

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Despite my excitement, I slept well waking about an hour before the time I had set my alarm for. I lay there watching the minutes tick away. When 7:30 finally arrived I sprang out of bed and went straight to the shower. I wanted to be super clean... just in case! With an enormous effort I managed to soap my burgeoning cock without giving into the temptation of playing with it until spurted my cum against the tiled wall.

After I’d dried myself off, I put on my new running kit and looked at myself in the long mirror that hung on the back of my bedroom door. I turned my back, checking out my ass. I’d never liked my own ass before because I’d always thought it too noticeable. I’d become conscious at the the age of about eleven that more and more boys seemed to be staring at it. I would turn around unexpectedly to find their eyes had been glued to my ass. By thirteen I'd begun to realise that their interest wasn't negative. Quite the reverse. What I saw in their eyes was admiration or envy. After satisfying myself with the fit of my shorts, I put on a pair of sweats, then ate a light breakfast of cereal, toast and coffee. By now the excitement was kicking in and I had to swallow each mouthful with a conscious gulp, overcoming the slight feeling of nausea by force of will. Mum and dad where still in bed so I turned on the TV to drown out the sounds of the beating of my heart and the monotonous tick of the kitchen clock.

Finally, the time to leave home arrived. I gathered up my things and left the house, closing the door quietly so as not to wake the rest of the family.

Once out into the street, I felt liberated from the oppressive silence and the constant nagging thought that mum was going to come into the kitchen to tell me I couldn’t go because it was Saturday and we had to go shopping. I began to run in the direction of Karl’s house, praying that he'd remembered our arrangement.

Karl lived in a big old farmhouse that had once been surround by fields but now sat at the end of a long road lined by red-brick, semi-detached houses. The garden was about the size of a tennis court, an immaculate lawn surrounded by borders of flowers that I didn’t know the names of, and cut in half by a long straight path that led from the gate to the front door. I walked self consciously toward the door feeling like I was being watched from every curtained window.

Suddenly, I felt foolish for imagining that Karl might me interested in me in any way other than as a fellow runner. As I tapped lightly on the door the hollow sound reflected the feeling in my gut.

“Around the side!” a familiar voice called from my left.

‘Well at least I know he remembered,’ I thought.

With a broad grin on my face I turned the corner of the house, only to be met by what seemed like half the running club! My heart sank as I realised that I wasn’t special after all and that Karl had asked me along as part of a regular training group, not because he especially like me. I felt foolish as I remembered all of my fantasies. The bubble was well and truly burst.

“Hi guys!” I managed to force myself to say. My voice sounded high pitched and weak but I forced myself to smile again despite my disappointment.

Karl was nearest too me and I, almost subconsciously, registered a look of concern on his face. As I drew close he wrapped an arm round my shoulders and gave me a squeeze, laughing as he said, “Don’t worry, they won’t eat you!”

I reddened slightly as the rest of the group made light hearted comments at my expense but I knew instinctively that this was code for being accepted and I didn’t take offense.

With little ceremony Karl announced, “Well, it’s nine o'clock, let’s go!”

The group moved as one too the rear of the house and I followed. We crossed the back garden and left by a small gate. Just on the other side was a large pond.

“That’s why I asked you to bring a towel.” Karl said, as he pointed to the water. “After the run we all go for a swim.”

POP! Went the last of my bubbles.

I could only nod acknowledgment, as by now the nausea of excitement had been replaced by the nausea of disappointment and I was afraid to speak in case it showed in my voice.

I ran alone for a while trying to gather my thoughts and reframe the events in a positive way. After all, I had been invited by Karl to come to his house, I was by far the youngest runner there so he must see me as different, and then there had been that fleeting look on his face and the embrace when I had arrived. I began to cheer up, and as often happens, my positive attitude showed in my demeanour and the other guys started to approach me to talk.

They were a nice bunch. Not one of them pulled my leg about my age. In fact, they all spoke to me as an equal. I was just another runner trying to improve his personal best. I was given lots of training tips and a few complements. Finally Karl came to my side.

“So, how’s it going?” he asked.

I thought he seemed a little apprehensive, but when I met him with my broadest smile he relaxed.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear that we were a big group. I just didn’t think to tell you.”

His voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence and my heart lept as I realised that not only had he noticed my disappointment but that he was sensitive enough to know the cause and now, as he excused himself, he seemed to be aware that he was sending me the message that he cared.

I felt my hope restored. I glanced across at him and our eyes met in what I can only describe as a knowing look. The kind that can’t be put into words when you are only thirteen. We both smiled and looked away self consciously. My heart was aglow.

Karl whooped and shouted – “100 metre sprint!”

The whole group immediately lifted and began to sprint flat out. This was new to me and they nearly left me behind but I soon caught on and even managed to ease past a few of the guys before we slowed. Everybody began to laugh and curse at the same time, panting for breath. It seemed that this was to be the pattern for the whole run. At random intervals, when a runner thought that everybody else wasn’t paying attention, he would whoop and shout out the command and the whole group would immediately respond. It certainly made the run more interesting.

At last, we again approached Karl’s house, tired but happy. As we drew close to the pond it was obvious that the race to be first was on. Although exhausted I pushed myself to the limit and arrived with the first group. As I pulled up at the edge of the pond the guys around me sailed past, already shoeless, leaping into the air and crashing down into the water making the biggest splash possible. Once I realised what the game was I took a few paces back, kicked off my shoes and ran at the edge.

The water was freezing! At first I struggled to catch my breath but after a few strokes I managed to get used to it. By now everybody was in the water, laughing and splashing. Karl swam over to me and began to tread water in front of me.

“Hey guys!" We have a new member.” He looked at me smiling slyly as he said it. I didn’t realise the significance of what he was saying until I began to find myself surrounded by a ring of grinning faces bobbing rhythmically as they treaded water.

I spun around to try to find an escape route without luck. “O’oh! I cried as I tried to make a break for it. Immediately a dozen hands reached out taking hold of me by the arms and torso. I realised that it was useless but I made a token effort to escape as hands grasped at my shirt pulling it over my head. Somebody ducked under the water behind me and pulled down my shorts. This was getting serious and I began to panic a little until I heard Karl say “Relax, it’s just a bit of fun! It’ll soon be over.”

He was right. Within a couple of minutes I was completely naked. I could feel my cock gently bobbing in the water, it began to feel tight as it expanded and the reason for my panic changed focus. The guys climbed out of the pond taking my clothes with them. By now I was semi-hard but I seemed to have it under control.

“Come on guys! Give me my clothes back!” I pleaded.

It didn’t do any good. In fact the more I pleaded the more they liked it, so eventually I resigned myself to the inevitable. I made my way to the side of the pond and began to climb out. My skin looked pale in the bright sunlight and as I lifted myself out of the water the dark patch of my wet pubes seemed to accentuate my semi-hard cock. I looked at it to make sure that I could get away with standing up without it being too obvious that I was a little excited, then quickly looked around the group to check out their reactions. A few had looked away feigning disinterest and a couple were giving me sideways glances but a least half of the group were looking at me square on. The strange thing was that they all knew that they could see me anytime they wanted to in the showers at the club, but somehow the circumstances had charged the atmosphere.

My cock hung heavy and full and I tried to cover myself with my hands. I looked at Karl’s face and saw a look in his eyes that I recognised. It was a look of sexual hunger. The fact that a lot of the other guys were looking at me shamelessly gave him permission to do the same. I took my opportunity and uncovered myself to see his reaction. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat nervously.

“We’ve got a live one here!” Joked one of the guys. “Quick give him his clothes before he puts us all to shame with that third leg of his.”

Of course I wasn’t really that big, as I’ve already said, nearly seven inches hard. But compared to my comparatively small frame my swollen member probably did look bigger than the average. A couple of the guys wanted to keep me naked but when Karl threw me my shorts the other guys laughed and tossed me the rest of my clothes. They all then trotted off, some of them patting me on the back and one on my naked ass as he passed. “Welcome to the club!” he shouted over his shoulder.
Karl waited while I dressed.

“Sorry about that.” he said “We all go through it.”

“It’s okay.” I replied. “I didn’t really mind.”

“No!” he laughed. “I could tell!”

It was difficult to pull on wet clothes so I made do with just my shorts and shoes and we made our way back to his house. By the time we arrived all but a couple of the guys had stripped and put on their sweats. I wrapped my towel around me and dropped my shorts.

“Too late for that!” chuckled the one who had slapped me on the ass. We’ve all already seen what you’ve got and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

“Shhhhh! You idiot” hissed Karl, indicating to the house. I took this too mean that he was afraid one of his family might hear.

One by one the guys started to leave.

“See tonight!” Said the first to go.

‘See you tonight’ was repeated by a few more of the guys as they left and I began to wonder what I was missing. Finally I couldn’t resist any longer.

What’s happening tonight? I asked, trying to feign disinterest.

“Oh! My parents are away and I’m having a bit of a party. I’d ask you along if you were a couple of years older. Not that I think that you’re too immature,” he added quickly, “but there’ll be alcohol and stuff and I don’t want to get into trouble with your parents.”

There was an awkward silence.

“They don’t need to know!” I finally muttered.

He looked at me pensively. “No……. No, it would be too much of a risk.”

“And what if I just turned up uninvited? Would you send me away?

I was beginning to get the lay of the land. I could see that Karl really liked me but he was afraid. It was natural. He was a couple of years older than me and he had a lot to lose. I, on the other hand, had no such worries. I began to realise it was up to me to take the initiative.

I undid my towel and began to dry myself off, standing naked in front of him, trying to look as natural as possible. The truth was I did feel a little bashful but I really wanted to go to the party and I was willing to take a risk.

His eyes immediately wandered to my waist and my cock twitched responsively. I saw his adams-apple bob as he swallowed.

“Come into the kitchen,” he said “before the neighbours see you.”

I grabbed my things and followed him tentatively into the house.

“It’s okay, they’re all still in bed.” he assured me. “They’ll be there for a couple of hours yet.”

I dried myself slowly in front of him. He watched me self-consciously for a few seconds before going to the fridge for a carton of milk.

“Do you want some?” he asked.

My fevered mind immediately picked up on the possible double meaning and I replied, “Desperately!… Oh!….. you mean milk!”

He laughed nervously and poured me a glass.

He had stripped off his shirt when we had first arrived and had then followed my example and wrapped a towel around his waist, covering his wet shorts which he still wore. I began to pull on my pants and said, “Hadn’t you better take off those wet shorts?”

“Yeh! I suppose so.” he replied.

Reaching under his towel he pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them. I could now clearly see the outline of his cock through the towel. It was about the same size as when I had seen him in the shower. He picked up his shorts off the floor and threw them across the room to the washing basket. My heart thumped in my chest and I took a swig of milk in an attempt to appear indifferent to his condition. He stood up and looked at me blankly for a second as if waiting for instructions. Looking down I saw the patch of water that his shorts had left on the floor.

“Look at the mess you’ve made!” I laughed.

I took up my towel and walked towards him. He took one step back looking down. I got down on my knees in front of him and began to mop up the water. The close proximity of his naked body clad only in a towel had it’s effect as I crouched in front of him and my barely controlled semi-erection turned into a full blown boner. I mopped slowly, working in an ever growing circle until I reached his feet.

“Shall I dry your feet? I asked in a shaky voice, without looking up.

He responded with an almost wispered “Okay.”

I began to pat his feet dry. I took hold of one of his ankles and he flinched a little.

“It’s okay! Relax, it’s just a bit of fun! It’ll soon be over!"

He stood still again and I continued to dry his feet. I began to work my way up one of his legs with my towel. I sat back on my haunches and as I worked my way up to his knees. My own rock hard boner must have been visible by now as it tented the material of my loose trousers.

I heard him take a deep breath. I was afraid to look up at him in case I shattered the moment. I pulled at the edge of his towel hoping it would fall but it didn’t. Being a lot smaller than him and sitting back as I was put the level of my eyes about half way up his thigh. Without lifting my head I could see that the front of his towel was being pushed out by his own growing erection. I risked a quick glance up. He was standing straight with his hands by his sides and with his eyes closed. His breathing was heavy and deep.

“Will you make me a promise?” I whispered.

“What?” He breathed.

“Keep your eyes shut until I tell you and don’t move. and don’t tell anyone what happens in the next few minutes!”

“That’s three promises!” he said, still with eyes closed.

“Okay, three promises. Will you?”

There was a long pause. “Okay!” he finally agreed.

I stood up in front of him and looked up into his face. His eyes were tightly shut but that wasn’t enough. I took my damp towel and folded it before wrapping it around his head covering his eyes. When I was satisfied with my handiwork I pushed my own trousers down slowly, trying not to make any noise and reveal what I was doing. My stiff cock sprang loose and almost slapped my belly as my pants dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. Reaching forward I undid his towel, unwrapping his body slowly relishing the moment I had dreamed of since I first met him. He took another deep breath and held it as I revealed his massive pole. It stood at an angle of about 45 degrees above horizontal, gently throbbing and pulsing. It was amazing . My first stiff cock! I looked at his face. His mouth opened as he tried to gulp in more air.

I stood just looking at him for a moment not sure what to do now.

“Don’t move!” I commanded.

“No.” he replied standing rigid.

His cock was long and thick. He was uncut and the foreskin had begun to slide back over the shiny head. I reached out and touched the shaft. He flinched and gasped at the same time.

“Don’t move!” I repeated.

He stood still again. The skin of his shaft felt surprisingly smooth and hot. I moved my hand over it feeling it’s thickness and length. A drop of pre-cum had begun to oose from the tip. I touched my finger to it, picking up the clear liquid on the tip before putting my finger in my mouth. It tasted sweet exactly like mine.

By now my own cock was tingling with expectation. I reached down and took hold of it squeezing it hard. I shuddered as a wave of pleasure ran through my whole body. Dropping to my knees I took a firm hold of his shaft making him groan softly. His knees began to tremble as I breathed on the head. I stuck out my tongue and gently touched the tip. I felt it’s soft warmth as I ran my tongue over it working in circles. Cupping his balls in my other hand I moved my head forward. His glans pushed past my lips as I rasped them with my tongue. He gasped more loudly and I thought for a second that his legs were about to give way. I began to move my head slowly up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper until I began to gag. His whispered groans and soft grunts were all I could hear.

“mmmm, aaaauuuhhhh, yeh!”

This was amazing. All I had hoped for and more. Having him in my mouth was a dream come true. He began to thrust with his hips. I let go with my hands and placed them one on each of his ass cheeks, feeling the smooth softness of his skin and the firmness of the muscles below. I could feel his thrusts getting more insistent and could tell that he was on the point of losing control.

I pulled off him and stood up quickly. I grasped him around the waist and pulled him too me. His hard cock pressed against my stomach, the tip just below the ribs. My own cock pressed against his thighs. He felt it’s pressure and opened his legs slightly. I reached down and place it between his legs as he closed them gripping it tightly. I began to thrust feeling the forskin slide back and my own pre-cum act as lube. As I began to thrust he too began to move his hips. Breaking one of his promises, he moved his arms, wrapping them around my shoulders. I buried my face in his chest panting as I desperatly pounded his thighs and he drove his burning hot shaft against my body.

“I have to stop!” he wispered.

“No, don’t stop!” I ordered. “Don’t stop!”

“I can’t hold it! Got to stop!”

I grapsed him with all my strength around the waist as he tried to pull away. Moving my own body up and down rubbing his cock, at the same time rolling it from side to side.

“Don’t!! I can’t! I shouldn’t. Stop I can’t hold it!”

Knowing he was about to cum at any second was too much for me. I felt my own cum rising and the first spasms of ejaculation.

His panting became uncontrollable and he began to jerk in my arms.

“No! Stop!

I carried on rubbing his fuck pole and as I began to feel the first jet of cum shoot out of my own cock I also felt a warm jet of liquid force it’s way between our burning bodies.

Aaaahhhhh, fuck! Yes, I moaned. Jet after jet streamed from our cocks as we writhed in each others arms.

Suddenly the waves of excitement passing through our bodies were too much and we began to collapse to the floor, supporting each other in our descent, I found myself lying on top of him. Both of us gasped for air, completely spent as I rested my head on his chest.

He reached for the towel wrapped over his eyes but I put my hand over his to stop him. “Not yet!” I ordered.

I took a few more seconds and then stood up. He looked amazing lying there naked with his cock still stiff and cum all over his chest. I took my towel and wiped us both clean, then I put on my clothes and covered his middle before unwrapping the towel from his eyes.

“Keep you eyes closed!” I ordered as I took it away “Remember, you promised!”

Taking up my things I moved to the door.

“See you tonight!” I called as I trotted off up the path.

The Runner - Part One

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 03:34:22 PST

Written and Read by Nathan Jones

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It was raining again,‭ ‬but I didn't mind because I was running‭! ‬I’d joined the local running club after my gym teacher had insisted on entering me in the inter-school track meets.‭ ‬I didn't really like racing.‭ ‬It made me feel sick to my stomach with nerves.‭ ‬That,‭ ‬added to the fact that I'd had an unbroken run of wins,‭ ‬meant that I felt more and more nervous every time I went out onto the track.‭ ‬So I decided to take my teachers advice and join the running club. Maybe that way I could stay ahead of the game.

To my surprise I found that I really enjoyed the training sessions.‭ ‬It wasn't like racing.‭ ‬Sure we got a bit competitive at times but I was among friends.‭ ‬Because of my height and speed I was put in the training group with the fifteen to eighteen year old boys.‭ ‬Occasionally we were even joined by a senior runner.

Today was Sunday and we were on a long training run of about sixteen miles.‭ ‬We’d split up into groups of about two or three strung out over about half a mile.‭ ‬About an hour into the run it began to rain heavily.‭ ‬I was with my new friend Karl.‭ ‬He was a fifteen, which seemed much older than my thirteen, and a much more experienced runner.‭ ‬Slim and tall with cropped hair, his long legs strode out effortlessly eating up the miles.‭ ‬When it started to rain we were running through a large wood with undulating paths that twisted and turned between the trees.‭ ‬The ground was soft with fallen leaves and other detritus and the air was thick with the scents of summer. We were at that point in the run were we were beginning to feel euphoric.‭ ‬I read once that it has something to do with a release of pain killing hormones.‭ ‬Whatever the cause,‭ ‬the effect can be spectacular and it’s what makes running so addictive.‭ ‬I felt like I was floating.‭ ‬My legs moved effortlessly below me and my breathing was deep and even.‭ ‬I looked across at Karl and I could tell by the broad grin on his face that he was experiencing the same sensations.‭ ‬I began to laugh out loud,‭ ‬giddy from the natural high that I was experiencing.‭ ‬Karl looked at me and joined in my laughter.

“Floater‭!” ‬he shouted,‭ ‬the sound echoing through the woods.‭ ‬We began to speed up and soon left the cover of the trees. We came out onto a long, gently descending track. We both spread our arms and began to whoop loudly as the warm rain pelted down,‭ ‬soaking us through in seconds.‭ ‬We turned our faces to the sky opening our mouths wide,‭ ‬drinking in the heavy drops.

I looked across at Karl again.‭ ‬He was wearing a thin, tight runners top with long sleeves. It didn’t hold water and would be dry almost as soon as it stopped raining.‭ ‬I envied him because I was wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt that now hung heavy,‭ ‬clinging to my body uncomfortably.

As our increased rhythm began to take it's toll, our breathing became heavier and the laughing died down.‭ ‬Eventually we slowed to a more comfortable and sustainable pace, panting with our recent effort.‭

"Man‭! ‬How old are you‭?” ‬Karl gasped.

“Thirteen. Why‭?” ‬I asked,‭ ‬puzzled by his question.

“Look at your stomach‭! ‬How'd you get a stomach like that at thirteen‭!”

I looked down at my body and saw that the rain had made my shirt almost transparent.‭ ‬It clung to my body emphasising my stomach‭ which now looked like the proverbial washboard.‭

“Oh yeh‭!” ‬I said,‭ ‬not trying to hide the surprise in my own voice.‭ “‬It does look good,‭ ‬doesn't it‭!”‬.

He reached out with his long arm and clipped the back of my head.

“Big head‭!” ‬he laughed.

I laughed too and then grinned,‭ “‬No‭! ‬Seriously though,‭ ‬you know what it is don't you‭?”

“What?” he asked,‭ eyebrow cocked as he waiting for the punch-line.‭

In answer I stopped.‭ ‬He turned to look at me as he jogged slowly backwards.‭ ‬I bent forward tensing my stomach as hard as I could making the muscles stand out even more and moving my hand in front of my crotch masturbating a phantom giant penis.‭ ‬I rolled my eyes and groaned loudly imitating a spectacular ejaculation, then burst out laughing.

The effect it had on Karl wasn't quite what I’d expected.‭ ‬All the guys of my age talked about masturbating.‭ ‬It was our favourite topic and somehow we managed to turn every event in our lives into an excuse to talk about sex, so I thought an older boy like Karl wouldn't flinch at my forwardness.‭ ‬Instead of laughing loudly, as I'd expected him too, he looked at me with a crooked smile on his face.‭ ‬His gaze lingered on my crotch for a few seconds and his eyes taking on a far away look.‭ ‬Suddenly he came to himself and turned to carry on running.

“Come on you little wanker‭!” ‬he laughed over his shoulder.‭ “‬We still have six miles to go‭!”

I felt a bit crestfallen by his reaction.‭ ‬I really liked Karl and I wanted him to like me.‭ ‬I was worried that I’d crossed some invisible line and that he thought less of me.‭ ‬I quickly caught him up and ran at his side in silence.‭ ‬After a couple of miles we began to chat again and it was as if nothing had happened.‭

Tired and thirsty we reached the end of our run,‭ ‬which terminated at the clubhouse.‭ ‬After taking some refreshments,‭ ‬in my case a big mug of hot tea, we headed for the changing room and showers which were in a separate outbuilding.‭

The room was warm and well lit and steam filled the air as the guys who'd arrived before us, or who hadn't bothered with the refreshments, showered and dressed.‭ ‬We both threw our bags onto a bench and began to strip.‭ ‬I'd known for quite a while that I liked guys but I was still at that stage were I believed what the adults told me.‭ ‬That some boys go through a‭ '‬stage‭' ‬and that it would pass. In the meantime, while I waited for the impossible to happen, I waged an internal war, trying to resist the constant temptation to look at my friends asses or pick out the outline of their cocks in their tight school trousers. ‭ ‬I never told anyone else of course.‭ ‬I would have died of shame if anyone knew what was running through my mind. I watched the guys come out of the shower.‭ ‬Some covered themselves self-consciously with their towels,‭ ‬others swaggered around flashing their pride and joy to anyone who was willing to look.‭ ‬Of course,‭ ‬if they caught you looking, that was another matter‭!

As usual, I stripped off everything except my shorts,‭ ‬which had‭ '‬built-in‭' ‬underwear,‭ ‬all the time furtively watching Karl out of the corner of my eye.‭ ‬His seemed to have sealed himself into his own world,‭ ‬his gaze fixed firmly on his clothes,‭ ‬or the bench, or anything except the naked guys surrounding us.‭ ‬My self control was not so well developed and I couldn't help a lingering glance as one of the older guys showered himself in plain view,‭ his back to the wall,‭ ‬head tilted up, running his hands over his short cropped hair as the water cascaded over his lithe body.‭ ‬His cock stood out at an angle of about‭ ‬45‭ ‬degrees and seemed too swollen and long to be in it's natural relaxed state.‭ ‬My eyes lingered for a while on his large appendage and then moved up his well formed chest to his face.‭ ‬To my horror I found he was looking straight at me.‭ ‬Our eyes locked for a second and I immediately flushed bright red and turned away.‭

“What you staring at you little puff‭!” ‬the boy shouted from the shower.‭ “‬See something you like?‭ ‬Wanna come over here and soap me down‭!”

Karl looked over at him, frowning, to see who he was talking too,‭ ‬only to realise that he was talking to me.‭ ‬By now I was stuffing my things in my bag,‭ ‬head bowed,‭ ‬trying to hide my beetroot red face.

Karl's frown took on a more aggressive appearance.‭

“Shut the fuck up Steve, you wanker‭! ‬We all know you like young boys but try to keep it under control eh‭! Besides, you know you can get thrown off the team for talking like that to a junior and if you don’t button it I’ll be happy to report you!”

It appeared that Steve was below Karl in the pecking order and his rebuke had the desired effect.‭ ‬Steve mumbled something under his breath as he headed out of the shower,‭ ‬grabbing his towel and going into one of the few cubicles.‭

“Don’t worry about him.‭” ‬said Karl soothingly.‭ “‬He's okay really.‭ ‬Just likes to show off.‭ ‬He won't bother you now that he knows we're friends.

Friends‭! ‬He'd called me a friend!I felt a warm glow in my chest and smiled broadly.‭

“Thanks.‭” ‬I replied bashfully.‭ “But ‬I wasn't looking at him...‭ ‬honest‭!”

Karl laughed.‭ “‬Liar‭! ‬Everybody looks at him‭! ‬How can we help it‭! ‬He stands there for ages after every training session,‭ ‬flashing his wang at everyone like it was the only one on the planet‭! ‬I've even seen him playing with it to make it bigger before he turns round to face the room.‭ ‬He's a genuine tosser‭! ‬Don't let it bother you.‭”

I chuckled,‭ ‬relaxed and reassured by Karl's words.‭ ‬Taking up my towel to cover my crotch, I dropped my shorts to the floor and headed for the shower.‭ ‬As I went I glanced over my shoulder and out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw Karl looking at my ass.‭ ‬A shot of electricity ran from my navel out to my ass and the head of my cock making it twitch impulsively.‭ ‬I quickly tried to think of something else.‭

It seemed like ages before Karl joined me in the showers.‭ ‬I’d soaped myself down at least three times and the hot water had relaxed my cock and balls making them hang heavy and low.‭ ‬Karl stood at my side and pressed the button activating the hot water.‭ ‬I faced the wall soaping myself down yet again,‭ ‬at the same time sneaking sideways glances at Karl.‭ ‬He was nearly six foot against my five foot five.‭ ‬His body was lightly tanned and unblemished.‭ ‬Like most serious runners he hardly had an ounce of fat on him.‭ ‬Just enough to smooth the curves.‭ ‬His ass was round and firm, serving as the perfect termination for his strong,‭ ‬long-muscled,‭ ‬almost hairless legs.‭ ‬He seemed to be deliberately turning away from me just enough so that I couldn't get a clear view of his cock.‭ ‬After a couple of poorly timed peeks I gave up.‭ ‬Turning my back to Karl, I rinsed off the soap and then turned decisively to head for the changing room.‭ ‬That was when I hit pay-dirt.‭ ‬Taking advantage of my lack of attention Karl had turned to face me.‭ ‬In the split second after I turned I saw that his gaze was firmly fixed on my middle.‭ ‬As he looked up I looked down to see his cock unmistakably at half mast.‭ Spinning round, he moved quickly to his towel,‭ ‬which was hanging on a hook,‭ ‬and covered himself up.

I followed him out of the shower and within seconds we had both pulled on our underwear and jeans, then,‭ ‬more calmly,‭ ‬the rest of our clothes,‭ ‬all without saying a word.

“What ya doin next Saturday‭?” ‬He asked, as he threw his bag over his shoulder.‭

I shrugged.‭ ‬The truth was that it wouldn't have mattered.‭ ‬Whatever he had in mind‭ ‬I would go along with it even if if meant cancelling something important.‭

“You can come over to mine at about‭ ‬9am if you want.‭ ‬I'll take you on my favourite training run and give you a few tips.‭”

“Yeah!...‭ ‬Great‭!” ‬I beamed..‭

I knew exactly where he lived because it was only a couple of streets away from my house.‭ ‬Something we'd discovered as we chatted on our run.

“See you at nine then.‭ ‬Don't be late or I'll go without you‭! ‬And bring a towel‭!” ‬with that he strode out the door.

I couldn't wait!All week I thought about him and what I’d seen in the shower.‭ ‬His firm chest,‭ ‬strong legs and long smooth cock.‭ ‬I ran through a thousand scenarios of what I wanted to happen, all the while knowing that I would never have the nerve to pull any of them off.‭ ‬But that didn't matter.‭ ‬With the optimism of youth I new that ours would be a friendship that would have time to develop.‭ ‬We weren't going anywhere and he was a life long member of the running club.‭ ‬As long as I didn't do anything stupid I had every chance.‭ ‬Anything might happen if I waited long enough.‭

By the time Saturday arrived I had persuaded my mum to buy me some new running kit.‭ ‬Well....‭ ‬at least shorts and vest.‭ ‬The rest would come eventually.‭ ‬I saved my new kit for Saturday wanting to look my best.‭ ‬On Friday night I packed my bag and went to bed early.‭ ‬I didn't want to oversleep.‭ ‬I tried to be as casual as possible and hide my excitement but my mum knew something was up.‭

“What’s the matter with you‭? ‬You sickening for something‭?” ‬she asked as she felt my forehead.

“No! I just want an early night.‭” ‬I replied as I pushed her hand away.‭ “‬And don't forget,‭ ‬I'll be out tomorrow morning.‭ ‬Should be back by lunchtime though.‭ ‬Okay‭!” ‬With that I trotted up the stairs taking them two at a time.

Once in my bedroom I checked my bag again to make sure I had everything, including the towel. I imagined that telling me to bring a towel meant I was going to have a shower at his house and the idea gave me an instant boner.‭ ‬I was too excited to sleep and I lay in bed wondering if Karl had even remembered that he had asked me along on his run.‭ ‬Soon my mind turned once again to his body and that smooth round ass of his.‭ ‬I remembered every curve and the way it stood high and proud, toned by years of running.‭ ‬My cock grew even harder and I began to play with it, teasing the head and and pulling the foreskin back slowly.‭ ‬I always slept with the curtains open and as I threw back the duvet to reveal my naked torso, the street lights threw a square of light across my middle. I began to stroke my shaft slowly.‭ ‬I moved my free hand over my chest and pushed my cock until it pointed at the ceiling.‭ ‬I looked at my nearly seven inches and wondered how big his was hard.‭ 'It was bound to be bigger than mine' I thought.‭ ‬I wondered what he was doing now and imagined him in his own bed playing with himself just as I was.‭ ‬I began to stroke myself faster,‭ ‬cupping my balls and feeling their weight.‭ ‬I tried to imagine what it might be like to suck his cock,‭ ‬to let him cum in my mouth.‭ ‬I decided to see what it would taste like. I slid a bit further down the bed.‭ ‬Raising my legs and butt high in the air. I bent at the hip and lowered my knees to beside me ears.‭ ‬It was uncomfortable at first but after a few seconds I began to relax as my muscles stretched.‭ ‬My hard cock was now directly above my face as I stroked it slowly. Drops of pre-cum began to ease from the tip.‭ ‬I squeezed the shaft to encourage more and watched as a clear droplet formed and then begin to elongate.‭ ‬Finally it fell the short distance from my glans to my mouth, dangling on a fine thread, until it reached my outstretched tongue.‭ ‬I was surprised at how sweet it was.‭

Encouraged by my success I‭ ‬worked at contorting myself more and more,‭ ‬willing the tip of my cock towards my mouth.‭ ‬Before long I could just about touch it with my tongue.‭ ‬I work my hand over the head sending waves of pleasure through my balls and ass.‭ ‬I gasped and grunted with the effort trying not to make too much noise in case anyone passed by my bedroom door and heard me.‭ ‬I gave one more big lick and managed to get the head briefly into my mouth.‭ ‬I sucked hard sliding my tongue over the smooth soft surface.‭ ‬The resulting explosion of pleasure made me open my eyes wide until, with a sucking and popping sound that was louder than I’d expected I released my throbbing member.‭ ‬The excitement became too much and I couldn’t hold on any longer.‭ ‬I eased my hips back so that I could get fuller strokes of my rock hard shaft.‭ ‬Within seconds I felt a spasm from deep within my groin and at the tip of my cock,‭ ‬the two places joined by a chord of intense pleasure.‭ ‬A jet of cum sprayed out and hit me on the nose.‭ ‬As the second wave passed through me I tried to take better aim and managed to get a full stream of milky fluid directly onto my tongue.‭ ‬This time it was a combination of sweet and sharp.‭ ‬The pungent smell filled my nostrils as I closed my eyes and let the rest splash over my face and into my hair.‭ ‬I gasped and groaned with pleasure and relief.‭

As the spasms subsided I uncurled back onto the bed, panting from the exertion. After taking a few seconds to recover, I took a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up and rinse my mouth. Returning to my room I slid back into bed and was asleep in seconds,‭ ‬my head filled with thoughts of Karl and of tomorrow.

The Clearing

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 06:49:24 PST

By Nathan Jones

It was the last mid-term break of the year. The weather was warm and I'd spent a lot of my time exploring the countryside on my new mountain bike. On one of my rides I came across an especially peaceful spot in the middle of a small wood. It was a large clearing with a hollow mound in the middle, sheltered from the wind, and seemingly, from prying eyes. I'd been feeling horny all day and as soon as I saw it I decided the opportunity for a bit of naked sunbathing was too good to pass up. I stripped naked and soaked up the sun for about an hour. As I lay there listening to the gentle sounds of the birds singing and the buzz of insects I began teasing my stiff cock, luxuriating in the feeling of warm air gently stroking my tired body and playing over my tight balls. I wallowed in the waves of pleasure coursing through my groin, bringing myself close to climax then backing off time and again.

In my mind, I began to run through some of the scenes of porno films that I'd recently seen and imagined myself taking part. I especially liked the scenes where a young boy begged to be fucked, groaning loudly as the pizza boy pushed his fingers into his ass, before giving him his wish and fucking him senseless. Now, as I came close to climax, I repeated, in whispered tones, some of the dialog.

"Oooh Ohhhh, fuck me! Yeah.... arrgh!

At the same time I spread my legs wide and pushed first one finger then two into my hole. Pistoning my hand up and down my velvety shaft, I began to thrust with my hips, panting and grunting with the effort. Finally I cried out as great white streams of warm cum jetted out of my pulsating shaft and spattered over my naked chest, and onto my face.

Gradually my breathing returned to normal and my misty vision began to clear. I stood up to dry myself off, wiping the cum off my face and body with my t-shirt before stuffing it into my bag. I wasn't far from home and on a hot day like this it wasn't unusual to see a young guy riding his bike with no shirt.

As I reached for the rest of my clothes I suddenly noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. My heart began to pound in my chest and I quickly dropped to my knees, gathering my belongings and falling over myself as I tried to pull on my trousers, not even bothering with my underpants. Once I had them on I slipped on my shoes and rammed my socks and underwear into my bag. I lifted my bike of the floor, pushing it as I made my way in the opposite direction to the movement I'd seen. In my hurry I chose an unfamiliar path which quickly turned out to be a dead end. Just a few steps into the undergrowth I came to a stop as a circle of bushes blocked my escape. I turned and looked across the clearing. I couldn't see anything unusual. I waited, watching wide eyed like a trapped deer. Nothing, just the ever present cooing of the wood pigeons and rustling of leaves. Eventually I moved out of my hiding place and moved gingerly across the clearing, lifting my bike over the fallen tree trunks. Finding my usual path I threw my leg over my bike and began to cycle home.

Almost as soon as my feet touched the pedals my attention was drawn to a flash of orange off to the left. It was a young guy having a pee. He looked like he should have been at school instead of lurking in the woods. He was slim and dark haired, in contrast to my dirty blonde. He was also naked from the waist up, carrying his orange t-shirt slung over one shoulder. As he stood with his back to me, I could see the finely chiseled muscles of his smooth hairless torso moving gently in the speckled sunlight and had time to appreciate the gentle curve of his pert ass peeking above his waistband before he turned his head, looking over his shoulder at me, his face impassive and a little flushed. I looked away embarrassed, quickening my pace, too inexperienced and too shy to even consider stopping.

I quickly made my way home. At first, the shock of nearly being caught had frightened me and I made up my mind not to go back there again, but as the days passed I thought more and more about the clearing and the boy and I began to realize that the possibility of getting caught gave me a thrill and just made the whole experience more attractive to me. The temptation to return grew quickly and It wouldn't be long before a gave in.

I began to go up to the clearing every Saturday lunchtime when the weather was good. I went at that time because I soon found out that on Sundays the place was full of walkers, often with young kids and I didn't want to get arrested. On the other hand, it seemed that the whole world was out shopping on Saturdays and I hardly saw any families there. I began to look forward to my Saturday outings, anticipating them the whole week. I watched the weather forecast as the weekend approached and prayed for sun, preparing a bag with a towels and suntan oil.

I'd come to realize that the spot was popular with guys who seemed to be there to do more than commune with nature and I was a bit disappointed at first not to bump into the young guy in the orange t-shirt again, but hey! That's life! 'The next time I won't be so quick to run away!' I told myself. The frustration of not knowing what to do to get past the furtive glance stage, when I saw someone I liked, was driving me nuts and I was desperate to have sex but I was too scared to take the initiative. Instead, as I lay soaking up the sun, I would fantasize about being the half willing victim of the sexiest rapist I could imagine.

Finally frustration turned to anger at myself for being such a wimp and I made up my mind that the next time I heard somebody approaching I would just cover my middle with my little hand towel (taken especially for the purpose) but I wouldn't move. If it turned out to be a family out for a walk I would turn onto my stomach before they reached me and cover my middle. After all, you see more at the swimming pool.

Over the next few Saturdays a small number of people happened by and, just in case, each time I turned onto my stomach and covered my ass (literally and metaphorically). Gradually though I got more daring and if I saw that it was a guy on his own I would push the towel down a bit to reveal the inviting groove leading to my moon-shaped ass cheeks. My heart would pound in my chest and I would wait breathlessly as they passed by but nobody ever had the nerve to stop. Until finally.... it happened!

It was an especially hot day with hardly any wind. I'd been lying in the clearing for about half an hour and beads of sweat were forming on my oiled skin. I was lying on my back and my deep golden tan was showing off the curves and details of my body. Sexual desire seemed to be seeping out of my pores. My cock was semi hard and heavy with longing. Over the noise of insects I heard the crack of twigs as somebody approached. My breath caught in my throat as I turned my head and squinted against the sun to see who it was. The boy in the orange t-shirt was ambling directly towards me. He walked slowly, swishing a thin stick that he was carrying through the tall grass, seemingly oblivious to me and in no hurry.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself as my heart lept in my chest.

My mind raced as I tried to decide what to do. I hadn't planned for this. I hadn't forgotten about him but I no longer expected to see him. Hoped yes! Expected no!

Instead of rolling onto my stomach I stayed on my back and threw my tiny towel over my middle. At this point I was too excited to get a boner. I closed my eyes and waited. The footsteps drew close and then stopped. I was sure that he must be able to see my heart as it hammered in my chest, the sound loud in my ears. He began to move again slowly walking past me. He seemed to hesitate and then continued.

"Shit! What can I do!" I thought. The only thing that occurred to me was to cough. A pathetic false cough that I nearly choked on. It did the trick though. He was about ten paces away but he stopped. I forced a smile but didn't open my eyes. Tentatively, he moved back towards me. I took a deep breath and tried to relax a little, opening my eyes as I shaded them with my hand, broadening my smile. He stopped again just a couple of paces away. He was looking around furtively to see if anyone else was in the vicinity but we were alone.

I closed my eyes and lay back again before passing my hand over my oiled body, rubbing first my chest and then my stomach, finally letting my hand rest on my little towel. I heard him make a loud swallowing sound. It seemed he was as nervous as me. He crouched down looking towards me. Now what! I had to take this further somehow. I rolled over onto my stomach without touching the towel. It fell to my side and I lay with my naked ass exposed. He stood up and moved to my side before crouching down again. I lifted my ass slightly as I reached under myself and moved my hardening cock into a more comfortable position. I heard a quite gasp. I could clearly hear a tremble in his breathing.

He seemed to be waiting for something. Uncertain what to do. Without turning my head to look at him I cleared my throat to calm myself and then, as calmly as possible said "Why don't you take off your t-shirt". After a slight pause, I heard a rustle of clothing as he took my suggestion. Again a pause. I wriggled my butt a little rubbing my tingling cock against the large towel I was lying on, at the same time moaning almost inaudibly, trying to provoke a reaction.

"Can I touch you?" he whispered.

"Yeah! Sure!" I replied as nonchalantly as possible.

I felt the tips of his fingers touch the steep curve at the base of my spine. By now, I too was trembling with excitement and his touch made me shiver violently, despite the heat. He drew his hand away.

"It's okay!" I said. "in fact it's nice. Don't be so timid though, it tickles."

This time I felt the flat of his hand as he placed it squarely on my back. Every nerve of my body was humming, stimulated by his touch. Slowly he moved his hand down until it reached the curves of my ass. Gently, almost reverentially, he passed his it over the crest and down to my thigh feeling the round shape of my cheek as he went. By now it was clear what we both wanted but the barriers had to be broken down one by one.

"Would you put some oil on my back?" I asked.

Without waiting for an answer I took up the bottle that lay near my head and passed it back to him.

"Be careful not to get any on your jeans." I warned. "Better still, why not take them off."

He froze for a second and I thought he was about to do a runner but instead he stood up and I heard the sound of a zip being undone and the clank of a belt as his trousers dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes at the same time. I was about to turn my head to look at him but he quickly said "Don't look!" in a voice that had an edge of panic to it.

I felt him stand astride me and peeped through half open eyes to look at his shadow as it fell to my side. I could make out the curves of his ass and his erect cock as it stood almost vertical, bobbing gently but rapidly with every beat of his heart. He knelt down and I could feel the heat of his thighs as they touched my sides. He poured some oil into his hands and then placed them on my back, spreading the slick liquid over my shoulders then working his way down to my butt. Finally I felt what I had been waiting for as he leaned forward and his balls touched my ass.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned. "That feels good!"

He grew more confident and enthusiastic in his rubbing, pouring more oil onto my back and butt than was really necessary.

"Can you rub me here?" I said as I indicated my neck.

He knees were half way up my thighs and I knew that, if he didn't move, he would have to lean a long way forward to reach my neck. He seemed to understand what I wanted and gradually worked his way up my back leaning more and more. His balls, and then his cock, came into firmer contact with my ass and the large of amount of oil meant that his stiff rod slid neatly between my cheeks. I gasped in pleasure at the sensation. Finally the last remnants of fear were pushed out by the heat of lust. Placing his hands on my shoulders he lay full length on my back adding the heat of his body to mine. He breathed a deep sigh and moved his hands wrapping them around my chest, pulling us together as tightly as possible.

I moved my ass gently from side to side gripping and squeezing his burning cock. He began to slide it backwards and forwards pumping his hips with a rapidly increasing rhythm. A couple of times I had to squeeze my ass tightly to stop him entering me as slapping sounds began to fill the clearing. In a matter of moments the impossibly shy young guy seemed to have turned into a sex monster. I could tell that he was trying with more and more determination to enter me. The sound of his panting grunts filled my ears.

"Mmpphh! Oh fuck yeh! Fuck yeh!" he gasped as he thrust hard trying to enter me again.

By now my mind was burning with sexual desire but although I really wanted to feel him inside me I resisted, knowing that it was driving him into a frenzy. Suddenly I felt the sting of his hand as he slapped my ass, once, twice, three times. I couldn't resist any longer. His constant hammering at my hole and my own animal lust had broken down all resistance. As he began to slap my ass again I relaxed and in one powerful thrust his searingly hot rod of flesh penetrated me.

"Aaahhhh!" we cried out in unison. Mine a cry of pain his a cry of pleasure.

Now that he was inside me he slowed a little, taking a little time to savor the new sensation. His breath was ragged with the effort but he was young and it only took him a few seconds to recover. I began to feel him withdraw his full length and then thrust it back in all the way to his balls. Pain soon gave way to pleasure and I began to push back against him.

He propped himself up on his arms as high as he could, at the same time moving his legs between mine and pushing them apart, opening me up even wider and allowing him to enter even further. Our grunts of pleasure where all we could hear now as the whole world seemed to shrink down to the confines of our entwined bodies.

"Do you want more? He panted in a husky voice.

"Yeah! More!" I replied

He withdrew and pulled on my hips. I lifted myself off the floor into a kneeling position as he steadied himself behind me . This time there was no pain just pleasure as he punched through my sphincter with his hot shaft.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned softly.

He picked up the pace rapidly, his thighs slapping against my ass and marking the increasing rhythm. I worked my hand over the head of my cock as it dripped precum, groaning with with pleasure. He started to pound me pausing slightly with each thrust and I knew he was close.

"Yeh man! cum in me! fill me with your load, I want to feel you cum inside me!"

It was all he needed to push him over the edge. He leaned forward, grasping me around the middle gulping for air as he drove into me.

"I can't hold it! I'm gonna cum!" he gasped.

My answer was to squeeze his cock tighter and push back against his thrusts.

"I'm cummin! Cummin! Ooooohhhhh! Yeah! Ooohhh!

His cock expanded in my ass, spasming as his milk squirted into me. He grasped me in a bear hug so tight I could hardly breath but still he continued pumping with his hips, squeezing every last drop out of his balls. The sensation was heightened when I started to blow my own load. As he squirted the last of his cum into me I began to feel my balls tighten and the familiar surge as my cum started to spew in endless streams.

"Aaarrrhhh! Fuck, fuck, aaawwwhhhh, yeh!

As I came he pounded my ass even harder until we were both completely spent. Slowly he withdrew and I collapsed to the floor. As I lay there recovering he dressed himself and then, without saying a word, he kissed me on the back of the neck and disappeared into the woods. I didn't think I would ever see him again. How wrong can you be!

Oblivious - Final Part

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:52:31 PDT

Written by Chris Kay

I felt it building again. The orgasm rising from my spine, from my legs, from my stomach. An orgasm out of my control for the first time in my life. I recognized my favorite intimate sensation growing fast from inside me. I felt his weight on me again, but now I could feel how it would not let me move or escape. I wanted it, I needed it, but I shouldn't. I shouldn't cum in front of another boy, I thought. He shouldn't see me cum. I should be controlling this moment like I do with myself - with girls. I began bucking a little under him, but he didn't stop.

"um..I think I'm going to…" was all I said as I looked up at him.

"yeah, Alex, let's shoot together." he said breathlessly, his own orgasm no doubt building in his balls. His stroking rhythm not flagging.

"I, I can't. You've got to..stop. I'm going to cum!" I said, like the statement would make sense to him.

"I know." he answered. "Cum for me." he said as our eyes met. I don't know what he saw in my eyes, but it must have been a little fear, a little desperation from the straight boy he was dominating. To his credit, with an expression I still remember vividly, he smiled tenderly at me and slowed his stroking. We were both breathing rapidly, our genitals entwined like one organ, and he released his grip. I found that I was sitting up involuntarily, almost doing a stomach crunch under him and relaxed again onto the pillow.

He took both of his hands, still a little slippery from the precum, and ran them down over my stomach. He lightly massaged me from my hip bones up over my belly and up to my ribs. Drawing circles with his finger tips over my skin.

"Too fast, huh?" he asked rhetorically through labored breathing, to which I agreed by simply closing my eyes for a moment.

"Alex…listen to me." he said in a reserved tone. "You know I like you, right?" Despite his obvious throbbing boner suspended over my stomach as he leaned forward, the question did not seem absurd. He had my attention. I listened to him.

"It's not a game with me." he said. "I like girls too." and he paused to let it settle in.

"I'm just not afraid of liking you as well." he said. "I've wanted you for a long time... Does that make sense?"

I could only look up at him. I was still hard, desperate and wanting, but the moment was powerful. I was conflicted, but couldn't deny what had happened to me that night. It had all been wonderful. Perfect.

"It's just you and me here. No one ever has to know." he promised. "Look at us!" he said as he looked down at our straining cocks then back up at my face.

I couldn't help but smile at him. He was so cute. He was so right. I wanted him. I wanted to cum and let him see it happen.

He looked deeply into my eyes as he leaned forward over me, and I will never forget when he began sliding back toward my feet very very slowly, still looking up into my eyes for signs of objection. He was going down on me slowly, but he wasn't going to just take me this time. He watched me for approval as his head got nearer and nearer my crotch.

I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and parted my legs a bit for him as his weight lifted off of my calves.

I kept my eyes closed and held my breath as I felt his soft warm lips kiss the tip of my wanting cock. The tenderness sent a shiver through my entire body and I felt warm wet softness sliding around the head of my penis. He was licking me like an ice cream cone…and I loved it. I moaned out loud. Yes, I wanted him. I wanted him to do whatever he would. I breathed deeply to let it happen.

But just as Brian had such a gift for, he surprised me with one last comment. "Alex…you do me next, ok?"

I opened my eyes to meet his own gazing up at me with an encouraging and serious expression.

I simply nodded my head and pursed my lips again. I watched amazed as he kept his gaze focused on mine as he opened his mouth wide to accommodate me. I saw his head turn down, tufts of soft blonde hair spilling onto me and felt my cock engulfed in his mouth. I moaned again, louder. His mouth slid down about halfway over my length and his hands were at my hips.   He arched his back a bit and took me in deeper, closing his lips and tongue around the shaft as he drew it back out. He sucked hard. His head moved up and down over the shaft quickly a few times and I was lost in him as my eyes closed again.

His hands pushed down on the bed under me and grabbed my ass. In a quick strong motion, he squeezed with his fingers under me and my mouth fell open in shock as my cheeks parted slightly just as I felt my cock sink all the way to back of his throat. He sucked and bobbed his head down over my cock quickly a number of times as his hands continued to kneed my ass.   My arousal rose quickly to a fever pitch as I tensed under him. I began thrusting up into his mouth involuntarily with the little freedom of movement I had. He sucked harder on me. The tip of my cock wildly sensitive inside his warm mouth. My shoulders tensed back. I sunk my head into the pillow. My stomach muscles tightened.

He pulled his hands out from under my tensed bottom and brought them around to grasp my cock as he pulled his lips off of me in one last long kiss…and I exploded. I heard myself cry out in ecstasy. I'll never forget the tapping sound of my cum splatting on the headboard over my right shoulder and his loud amused response. "Holy shit!"

I felt several powerful bursts from my balls and a warm stream of cum landing across my collar bone and up to my neck. Another jet splashed on my stomach as I writhed under him. He giggled as he watched my orgasm take me over. I could hear he was genuinely shocked by it, as was I. I collapsed into the bed, spent and gasping.

"Alex! oh my god. That was amazing." he said as I opened my eyes. He wasn't looking at my face. He was looking at my stomach. He reached down and touched the milkiness with two fingers. His head was cocked to one side as he squished the liquid around between his thumb and forefinger. I could only smile and breath heavily. I closed my eyes again and relaxed.

"Oh no you don't!" he said resolutely, and surprisingly I felt him grab my shoulders firmly with his hands and turn me forcibly onto my side to face him. "Your turn!" and he flopped onto his back on the bed. He even grabbed my right hand and dropped it on his stomach.

I remember thinking how interesting it was that he said, "YOUR" turn instead of "MY" turn, because despite the post-orgasmic refractory period every guy goes through, I indeed wanted to touch him all over. I wanted to feel his cock then. It was like selfish revenge and lust and desire all mixed together. I grabbed his cock firmly as he had grabbed mine. It was soft skin and a hard core simultaneously. Familiar and yet not. I loved the feel of him. I loved seeing him still erect because of me - straining and needing to cum just as I had. I felt total sexual empathy like I had never felt with a sexual partner before. He was just like me. He felt like me. It was intense and beautiful.

I didn't play around with him or tease with foreplay as much as he had done. We were much deeper into our intimacy than that, but I was still slow and deliberate as I stroked him. I switched to grip his shaft with my left hand and slid my right hand between his legs to cup his balls. They felt tight and cool in my warm hand. Now, I had HIM. I knew to be gentle with them as I continued jacking him firmly with my left. He spread his legs wide for me, moaned deeply, and tried to thrust quickly into my fist.

"Alex" he said breathlessly, "…with your mouth…like I did."

I heard it as more than a request. It was a command of fair play and I could not deny him as I was even then feeling my own cum still on my chest dripping across me and onto the bedspread. I took a deep breath and moved my head tentatively closer to his crotch. I remember his scent. I remember still smelling the chlorine from the pool on his skin, mixed in with his musk and even my own. His cock was so hard and straight. His cut shaft proud and wanting. I licked my lips and eased closer to it.   I stopped only inches from it and parted my lips a bit to extend my tongue.

I touched the side of the head of his cock with my tongue first and licked all the way around it, as I had felt him do. I did that again and again until I felt his hand gently on the back of my head. He was encouraging me to go further.

I swallowed once nervously and parted my lips again. I was going to open my mouth and take him inside me, but I was suddenly taken aback by how big around an erect penis looked up close like that.   My jaw was open wide enough to eat a sandwich and yet he was much bigger than that.   I realized I would have to open my mouth almost as wide as it would go to let him in. So, instead of taking the cock into my mouth I simply gave the side of the shaft an open mouth kiss, laying my tongue on it and sucking it from the side.

The feel of his fingers sinking into my tousled hair reminded me again of what he had just done for me, how deeply he had taken me in, and I moved my mouth to the tip of his cock again and kissed it. I opened my mouth for a moment and closed it again self consciously. It seemed so difficult a step to take, and yet I wanted to do this for him…to do this TO him. I opened my mouth one more time but only licked around the tip, teasing him some more while my left hand wrapped around the base of his shaft to hold him steady.

Then, I felt Brian's other hand on my head, he made a fist and grabbed my hair with his fingers and pulled hard on the tiny ones at the back of my neck with a jerk, so that my head was pulled an inch or so up away from his cock for a moment. When I scowled out an audible yelp, my mouth jutted open in pain and he thrust his cock into it. I'll never forget the feeling of his penis forcibly parting my lips and sliding the head just between my teeth. I instantly opened my mouth wide to let him in and was shocked to find myself impaled on his throbbing hardness. I got the message as he released my hair but kept his hands on my head. I slid my hands to his waist and centered myself between his spread legs.

It was so huge in my mouth. I licked it all over, sucking and pressing it hard with my lips. I slid my head down onto him a couple of inches and back up again to give the tip a smacking kiss. I did that again and again, faster and faster, my tongue darting over him, my lips caressing his length. Sucking and bobbing my head.   I started to slide my hands under his bottom just as he had done to me, and when he raised up to accommodate me, his cock thrust deeply into my mouth and I gagged on it. Despite almost choking, I liked feeling it deep into the back of my mouth, and so I swallowed once, licked my lips, and did it again…this time deliberately.   He moaned out loud.   It felt great to hear him pleasured that way. I looked up at him out of the top of my eyes, with my mouth still wide open engulfing his cock, expecting to see him with his head back and eyes closed as mine would have been, but his eyes were open. He was looking at me. holding me there with his hands. He was so hot looking as he smiled.

I looked down again at his smooth stomach muscle and saw them tighten. He began to thrust into my mouth, while keeping my head from rising with his hands. I just held still and let him push in and out of my mouth rapidly, careful not to let my teeth scrape against him.

Then all at once he let go of my head and I looked up at him with my lips just wrapped around the head.

He only had time to say, "I'm…I'm.." and he threw his head back.   I pulled my lips off of his cock just as he burst.   His warm cum hit my face with a shocking force. I leaned his shaft upward and had a close-up view of a stream of cum jetting out of his penis far up onto his chest. His whole body spasmed and he gripped the bedspread hard on both sides in his tensed fingers as he emptied himself again and again.

I was as stunned by his orgasm as he had been by mine. I smiled widely despite myself and wiped his cum from my left cheek to spread it on his stomach.

I flopped over onto the pillow next to him and we both laid there staring at the ceiling. Cum was literally everywhere. I had been dripping down onto him and onto the bed the entire time, and now, he was covered with it up to his neck.

We sat in silence for a few moments listening to his breathes labored and deep.

He rolled off of the bed and walked across the room. I sat up on one elbow and absolutely delighted in watching his perfect naked ass moving across the room to disappear into the dark of his private bathroom. The light never came on, but a few seconds later he emerged with two towels, one of which he threw over onto my chest. He stood there next to me and wiped himself all over with the towel as I did the same. Then he said, "Get up for a second." and as I did so, he tossed his towel back behind him onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. I walked in and dropped my own towel on top of his.   I turned on the tap and waited for it to get warm. I washed my face all over with soap and water, drying myself thoroughly on another towel hanging by the shower doors.

When I came back out of the bathroom, the whole bedspread had been pulled off of the bed and lay in a pile on the floor.   Brian was under the sheets and blankets laying on his side facing me. He threw the sheets down and patted on the bed for me to join him.

He asked me if I wanted to peak out of the window first, and see if Karen and her boyfriend were skinny dipping in the pool, but I told him that I had plenty to look at right there in the room, and hopped in to sleep naked with him in that perfect warm bed.

THE END

Oblivious - Part Five

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:52:01 PDT

Written by Chris Kay

I wasn't thinking about touching him. I didn't expect him to touch me, but I couldn't deny my arousal. I grabbed my cock tightly with my right hand and spread my legs a bit over the cool bedspread. As I like to do, I slid my left hand down along the side and underneath to cup my balls as I stroked. It felt so amazing and liberating and honest to be jerking off with another guy like that. Unashamedly horny and exposed. I loved the feeling. I loved looking at his body, his cock out and proud like mine, the muscles of his smooth stomach responding to his touch. He was looking right at my naked sex and it was all perfectly alright. In my mind at that moment, no line had been crossed that made me gay.   He had a life I envied and I still confused my attraction to him as only envy, but the freedom with which he expressed his sexuality just made me harder and more desperate. I was in his world.

He was completely at ease as we sat there and jerked ourselves. He just continued to talk as if nothing were going on, but it was about masturbating now.

"I jack off at least three times a day lately." he said in a matter of fact tone. "Morning, after school and night. Sometimes around dinner time too."

His nonchalance was just part of the disarmament. Something about the spell he wove kept me there…naked, hard, and wanting. I didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth to continue his apparently casual conversation, but my predicament left me speechless. I just continued stroking myself slowly. My penis felt so hard that it was straining the skin at the head, almost painfully. I had butterflies in my stomach from the intoxication.

"What about you?" he probed.

"Uh, yeah me too." I sputtered. "I can't go even a day without it. I've tried. I can't stop" I said. And it was true. I was fully addicted to jacking off, like most guys I assume. My church counselors had tried to teach us boys to resist that urge as an evil temptation. As a result, we all felt guilty all the time for doing it, but playing with girls and jerking off had taught the lot of us an honest truth. It was a part of being male and young.

"Why try to stop?" he asked, and again, I envied him. It was like not knowing who landscaped his yard. Why worry? Why be guilty? Why indeed.

As we continued to talk and even laugh, I began to feel my body respond. The orgasm was building all over me - even down to my naked toes. I could feel the familiar sensation coming. Suddenly, something about it threw up a mental barrier. I didn't want to cum in front of another guy.   Even after all that had happened that night, I still associated that feeling with my straight identity. I stopped cold and let go of my dick like it was hot to the touch. I didn't want to reach the point of no return there so close to him…with him watching.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I was getting close." I said truthfully.

"Oh, yeah. Don't want to cum too soon. I agree." He actually slipped his hand down from directly under the head of his penis to the base of the shaft and slowed his own stroking. His other hand moved from down beside his balls to up onto his stomach where he massaged his own muscles with a circular motion. "I like it better if I can stretch it out, too." he said.

"Yeah." was all I could say. Despite my continued hard erection betraying my desire, there were a few moments where the silence felt awkward, like the sexual tension would pass, like he was losing me.

"In the showers in gym class," he said, "I always wondered how big other guy's cocks would get when they were hard." He pushed his own cock over until it was pointing toward our feet and then let it snap back and slap his stomach. He laughed. "I remember someone telling me you can't tell how big it will be by how long it is when it's soft."

"I even wondered how big yours would be." he said, and I saw his head turn to look at my face instead of my middle.

I bit my lip and said, "Now you know." somewhat nervously.

"Yeah. It's a good one you've got there. I'm glad you're not a lot bigger than me." he said and laughed some more. As he always had a gift for doing, Brian made me feel better and I giggled with him.

"I still have high hopes of this thing reaching 8 inches." I said as I waggled my own stiff cock back and forth with my thumb and forefinger.

Then he surprised me with another massive ice breaker. "Mind if I touch it?" he asked calmly.

"Uh."

"It's just that I've always…" and he paused. "Listen, man, it's just you and me here. We're friends. No one ever hears about this from me. k? I promise."

I looked over at him. He had an honest expression on his face - a quite serious one, and he had turned over onto his side facing me with one hand in the air and his fingers spread apart, as if to show me he carried no hidden weapons.

Like always, I wanted to continue to be cool in his eyes. I liked being his friend. His smile did that to me. The day's events had brought me this far.   It was indeed a web of seduction, but how could I deny I wanted him to touch me - my own body betrayed me with every breath I took. I said, "Um. Yeah. Ok…but I don't want to…you know."

"Don't worry." he said. "It's just me." Whatever that meant.

He scootched over a bit closer to me, still leaning on his right arm and slowly extending his left down toward my cock. I nervously retracted my own arms back to my sides, not quite sure what to do with them. I rested my one hand on my chest for safe keeping, thinking perhaps I would need it on a moment's notice..

He moved his left hand under my cock which was pointing resolutely up over my head, and touched my light tuft of pubic hair with his palm. I didn't have a lot, but he pressed down into it and eased his fingers forward until the tips contacted the base of my shaft. I felt a shock run through me and I breathed in unexpectedly. He continued until his thumb rested at the base and his other fingers flowed around the other side with his index finger circumnavigating it entirely and his pinky and third finger resting on my thickened scrotum. He tightened his fingers slowly until they grasped the base firmly. It was not the tender, tentative touch I had felt from girl friends in the past. This was the firm grip of another boy who knew what a hard cock wanted when it was hungry.   He held onto me like that. Squeezing me. It was the most powerful sexual feeling I had ever had. He had me with his strength and control. I wanted him to hold on, then. More of my reticence disappearing.

He loosened his grip slightly and slid up the shaft letting the taught warm skin move under this fingers, then tightened again just under the head. I pursed my lips together as I felt him take his thumb very gently and run it across the sensitive tip. He only did that once as my stomach muscles flinched involuntarily. Very very slowly he pulled downward until his hand was at the base again and the skin of my cock was stretched all the way up to the head. He just held it, watching my captive penis straining in his grip.

With his thumb and index finger still securely around the shaft, I felt three warm fingertips engulf my tight suspended scrotum. He had me at his whim, but he didn't stroke it, yet. He only held me there, very lightly kneading the flesh with the muscles of his hand. I felt the overwhelming urge to thrust into it and I tightened my thighs and butt against the bedspread to push upward. He only pushed back. I looked at his face wondering what he was thinking and I saw a calm and curious expression - like he was studying me.

"You have to stroke it." I said impatiently, and I saw him laugh.

"Oh, do I?" he said, to which I almost responded with a "yes, please", but instead said nothing.

It wasn't just my cock that was tight and straining, but my whole body. I don't even think I breathed out again until he slowly and surely stroked back upward to the head - the skin of the shaft moving with him. It was the most wonderful feeling I could imagine.   I was surprised at myself - at my response to his deliberate control. Was I supposed to feel like this when another guy touched me? Why did I feel like such a willing captive? Why was this so good?

I looked over at him in wonderment. This wasn't wrong at all to him, I thought. He was like an explorer. Suddenly, his slender young, swimmer's physique filled my vision. His blonde hair lightly brushing my left shoulder; a strong left arm stretched across my waist holding me bound; his continuous line of smooth tanned skin running unbroken from his collar bone to his toes; and his own cock sprung hard and pointing at me above his tight young stomach.

I thrust up into his hand causing one full stroke, but instead of continuing the rhythm by jacking it, he let go entirely for a moment and threw his left leg all the way over me until he was sitting astride my legs and looking straight down at my cock. I had to put my legs together as he sat across them. Rather than being shocked, I only wanted him to grab it again as soon as possible. I leaned back and rested against the pillow. I gazed up at him and loved his weight on me. He moved forward up my thighs until his own cock and balls rested just above my own. It was an amazing sight to see both hard shafts together like that.   He took both of his hands, wrapped them around our dicks and held us both there like one massive cock jutted from between us, and started to stroke.

I felt his hardened shaft press against my own, squeezed together tightly as his mass of fingers entangled us with a practiced motion. He looked so amazing like that. I had to touch him back.

I let myself lay completely back flat onto the bed and extended my hands forward along my side until they found his bent knees. I slid my hands up the smooth skin of his thighs and then to the side of his hips which sat just above my own. I wanted to reach all the way around and touch his firm butt, but I couldn't quite reach. I held my hands there at his waist as his legs opened in a V shape over me. He jacked us faster and faster until precum began dripping down between us, under his fingers, and over the shafts. He took some from the head of my cock and spread it down me where my cock contacted his own, squeezed his fingers around us again, and continued.

I said nothing but simply grabbed my straining cock. I was an expert at this activity as all guys are, I'm sure, by that age. It strikes me even now how alike we seemed. Even our cocks where similar. Mine was about 6.5 inches, straight, and cut - and so was his. Our bodies both lithe and healthy and smooth. The only discerning difference between us may have been that he was a true blonde. Up and down he had light colored hair - perhaps even sun bleached.

Written by Chris Kay - Podcast by Nathan Jones

Oblivious – Part Four

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:39:12 PDT

Written by Chris Kay

I was like a deer in the headlights.

"Look, I'll go first, ok? he said as he tilted over a bit in the water. A few seconds later his right hand emerged dangling his bright orange speedo. "See." he said. "Easy. The world didn't come to an end." and he just smiled at me, looking directly into my eyes.

I felt the pressure again of his allure. I felt his disarming sexual power and I knew I was being led down a new path. I liked it. I couldn't deny that I did, but those first steps were difficult ones for me. He wasn't a girl, but he was like me. A lot like me. He had found a way into my head and it was all new and exciting.

For some dumb reason I had to say, "Ok. don't look." as I pulled my suit down and off of my legs. The warm water instantly caressing my sex as I treaded water over that deep pool of blue. I felt free, amazing, and vulnerable. He was tactful and didn't make any sarcastic remarks or attempts to sneak a look, but only said, "There you go." as he tossed his suit out of the pool and onto the cement by our towels and swam away from me toward the shallow end.

I did the same and tossed that little bit of protection out of the pool and onto the ground next to his. I just started enjoying the freedom of swimming naked. You know what I mean. Your cock flops around happily and buoyantly as it realizes it has escaped its cruel confinement. It's like a penis remembers being a creature that began in water. It feels so good - so open. We just swam around and talked about anything and everything else. From moment to moment, the barriers erected by society, our experience, and our fears kept falling away from between us. It was all perfectly fine and safe.

At one point, as we were talking about school, he swam over close to me. I could feel the tension between us building. I could vaguely see his naked ass and sex diffracted below him in the water - just in front of me. I could feel my own sex reacting to his presence. As long as he was near, I couldn't ignore it. It was like a magnetic effect radiating down into my cock. Nothing I could do would derail the arousal. No amount of thinking about basketball would prevent it. We were talking about PE, or classes or something else, but it was all irrelevant. I was getting hard and it would not stop.

My cock became straining, tight and erect. I could feel my balls tighten under it and the weight of it all changing in the warm buoyancy. Every stroke of my legs under the water only teased me further. I might as well have been jacking off at that moment. He might as well have been doing it to me.

I don't know if he saw it. I didn't see him look down at me, but then I didn't need to stare down to see his nakedness, either. I suspect that he did, because he chose that moment to change the balance of power. He swam over to the step ladder, pulled himself quickly up out of the water, with his naked, wet bubble butt shockingly displayed for me, laughed out loud and grabbed both of our swim suits off the ground. I didn't even have time to react. I was still in the pool treading water as he ran away, grabbing the towels and keys from the off of the loungers and sprinting toward the house. He was long gone by the time I yelled, "Hey!"

I jumped out of the water naked and dripping as I saw him disappear into the distant kitchen in a flurry of skin and stolen cloth. I cursed him as I stood there soaking wet and bare. I looked around hopelessly for a towel that would obviously not be found. "Son of a bitch." I muttered.

I headed back over to the little building where we had changed and put my hand on the knob of the wooden door. It was locked. I peered into the closest window to see the now darkened room. There was the bathroom door in which my clothes hung out of reach, and Brian's jeans and undies on the floor next to the closet, that was no doubt filled with freshly laundered towels. "Son of a bitch." I muttered again.

I leaned over and gave my hair a good shake, like a puppy after a difficult bath. Looking around the pool area again, I saw absolutely nothing to hide myself with - unless it was to be an entire metal lounge chair. I just started walking across the cold grass toward the lights of the kitchen. The blood from my recent boner was gone, It had fled into my face where it was warming my need for vengeance. Nevertheless, I could feel my dick and balls like they were half of my weight as the light from the kitchen increasingly lit up my exposed body. I reached for the sliding glass door, ready to curse again, but found it unlocked. Thank God for small favors, I thought, as I slid it open, and stepped inside.

I looked down at my feet to see if I was dripping on the clean floor. I seemed to be pretty dry, after my short excursion through the yard and so didn't hesitate to search for cover. Being a kitchen, all I could find was a small dish towel hanging from a hook by the sink. I wandered down the hall with the tiny square of cloth barely covering my genitals toward where I thought Brian had originally led me, all the while looking cautiously around for signs of prying eyes or polaroid cameras. My bare feet slapped against the cold tile floor of the hallway as I walked gingerly back out into the foyer by the stairs. I found no relief in discovering my shoes were still waiting there for me. A lot of good they would do.

"I'm going to kill him." I said under my breath as I began to climb the stairs. To my horror, a voice from behind seemed to answer me. It was Karen's.

"Ah, there he is, now. I had a feeling we'd see you." and there was a little giggle.

I spun around in a flash and had to squint my eyes from the bright overhead light of the foyer to see from where the voice was coming. Back in the sitting room, which was situated off of the opposite wall from the stairs, huddled close together in a deep leather chair, were Karen and her apparent boyfriend.

My mouth hung open but nothing escaped, my legs pulled together instinctively as the tiny square of cloth did it's best to hide my sins.

"Uh." was all I could say.

"Isn't he just adorable?" Karen asked the male next to her. "Brian ran by only a few minutes ago. He went up the stairs there. I'm assuming it was your towel he was carrying." she said and laughed again.

I moved up a few steps and began ascending backward. My left hand was holding the cloth over my dick and my right clung to the banister.

"Brian's been hoping to see you here for a long time, I think." she said confidently.

My slow progress up the stairs in reverse was prolonging the embarrassment, so midway through my journey I turned and made a run for it. I rocketed up the stairs, skipping two at time with loud pounding thumps on the hardwood steps as I fled the first floor toward where I hoped I would find Brian's bedroom. I heard her boyfriend laugh with her as I disappeared from their view. She shouted one last command, "Remember, you boys be good, now."

I stopped and threw open the french doors to the playroom, but there was no one in there. The juke box still bubbling away in the corner. My bag of salvation that I had carried in from my car earlier was still on the couch nearby. I grabbed it roughly and dropped the dish cloth, not even stopping to put on the boxer briefs I had stashed inside. At the moment, I had my mind bent on revenge.

I closed the doors to the play room, gave a passing glance behind me for signs that Karen and company hadn't followed my naked ass up the stairs, and continued down the hall. At the end of it, there was an intersection heading left and right. Looking down one way, I saw a single open door and a light pouring out of it into the dimly lit hall. Quietly I crept toward it, hoping beyond hope that this would be my refuge. I peaked around the corner into the room and my jaw dropped open.

It was Brian's bedroom alright, and he was in it. His bed was straight back against the opposite wall from the door, and he was sitting on it, leaning back against the headboard, completely naked with his rock hard erection in his hand. He was just sitting there on the bed, jacking off with the door wide open! I looked around the room in disbelief, half expecting to see Karen or his parents or an NBC news crew. He just smiled at me and said, "close the door." I, of course, obliged, and locked it behind me.

I don't know what I had expected to do, but this was another classic Brian disarmament moment. "I should kick your ass." was all the eloquence I could muster as I continued to stare in disbelief at the incredible sight, but the threat was half-hearted I had never seen another guy hard before. I had definitely never seen another boy jacking off. I hadn't really even talked much about it beyond the obvious jokes with friends. I didn't look away or even feel like I needed to. He was all there for me to see - hard as a rock, hair still damp as mine own must have been, and dick firmly in his right hand. I just gaped at him.

"Sorry, man. I was so fucking horny down there. I saw your boner and it just sent me over the top."

I stammered about something as I got my bearings and dropped the overnight bag. With the door closed and locked, I suddenly felt safe. The series of events, like cascading chaos, had stripped me of many inhibitions that night. For some reason, beyond my normal straight boy demeanor, it was all ok. He was infuriating. I wanted to wrestle him. Infuriatingly hot.

He let go of himself for a moment, grabbed a free pillow and bunched it up against the headboard like the one he was leaning on. Then he patted the bed next to him. "C'mon man. Let's jerk off. I know you need to as bad as I do." and he gave me a knowing glance.

At that young age, in that ridiculous circumstance, with that hot naked guy in front of me, no amount of straight heterosexual indoctrination prevented my natural response. My dick swelled quickly. There was no resisting it. There was no denying he was right. I stood there confused, but desperately horny as my cock became hard and tight at his behest. He patted the bed again. "It's ok. I jack off like three times a day." he said. "Everybody does. Everybody. C'mere."

I wandered lightheaded over to the far side of the bed. The covers weren't pulled down, he was sitting on top of the bedspread. There were no sheets to hide under as my own stone hard penis betrayed my youthful desire. I sat down next to him, only a foot away, threw my legs up onto the bed, and leaned back just as he was. Approvingly, he said, "There you go." He was still leading me, like a director would lead an actor through a difficult script.

Oblivious – Part Three

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:40:07 PDT

Written by Chris Kay

I peered out of the partially opened door to the bathroom and into the small room to see if he was nearby. Brian's jeans and undies lay in a pile on the carpet not far from the door. I heard the closet door open as I pulled my own boxer briefs down and stepped out of them. I strategically hid them beneath my jeans and shirt that I had laid carefully on the counter top, and swung the bathroom door closed.

True to it's objection to the tiny swimwear, my penis had gone into hiding. It just wasn't going to be caught wearing one of those, if it could help it. I stretched the material once with my hands inside the waistband to make sure it would actually accommodate anything bigger than a child. It stretched without much effort. I was impressed with the one-size-fits-all space-age fabric. I bent over and stepped into the tiny suit, pulling it up to my waist and releasing it with a snap. I looked in the full length mirror with a shock.

I don't think I had ever envisioned myself looking so overtly sexual as I did at that moment. I clearly had the standard white boy, swim trunks tan line, but these were much smaller than the briefs I might ordinarily have worn. It made me stare at my own legs like I was seeing them for the first time. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at the reflection of my now shiny blue butt. In front, everything was compressed into a tight bulging package, and as was customary, my dick had to find some room by hanging a bit to the right. It twitched a bit in appreciation, perhaps not entirely opposed to the new suit,.

"I've got the towels. Come out. Let's see, you." he said outside the bathroom door.

I eased it open and replied, "You don't have to stare, you know.". I grabbed the towel from him and held it in front of me as I emerged. He had the "I knew it" look on his face, but only grinned at me pleasantly and gestured out toward the pool. His towel was in his left hand, but he made no effort to hide himself. I tried deliberately not to look at his crotch, but the bright orange suit was like a flash of sunlight in the corner of my vision. It put me a bit at ease to see him so nonchalant. He was obviously accustomed to wearing the little Speedo. Without directly gazing, I could see his tan was complete. That mystery was solved. He stood there with his arm outstretched toward the pool and waited for me to exit the bungalow.

I wrapped the towel all the way around me and held it in place at my waist with my right hand as I walked past him out into the night air. I heard the doors close with a click. A moment later there was a jingle of keys as he dropped them with his towel onto a nearby lounger. With a flash of skin he past me to the right and splashed down the shallow steps into the water disappearing beneath the surface. I dropped my towel from my waist and put it on the lounger where he had just dropped his. Good idea, I thought. Get it over with and jump in.

He wasn't even looking, but the cool night air on my nearly exposed ass made me feel like ten thousand people were staring at my butt all at the same time as I jumped into the pool. Expecting a cold shock, I was pleasantly surprised by the heated water. It felt great. I had to admit the tight fitting suit felt nice too. No resistance in the water. No cloth flopping around with big bubbles of air like my others always had. I could really feel my bare legs being caressed by the turbulence of the warm water as I kicked my feet - and the feeling extended all the way up to my crotch. I could understand why guys liked to swim in these, however the appearance. It was a more sensual feeling - and one that wasn't lost on my dick. Though it was currently well confined - balled up and curled to one side - it pulsed its approval once more as the bulge in front of my suit became perceptibly more pronounced.

We kicked around and chased each other for a while starting the occasional splash fight. It was dizzying luxury - if not by alcohol, then by excess. So much room for just the two of us.

"You're a decent swimmer." he noted. "But are you a diver as well?" he asked as he hopped out of the pool for the first time and climbed up behind their elevated diving board at the deep end of the large pool. "Uh, I'm no expert, but yeah." I said confidently.

I watched as he walked to the end of the board and hung his toes off the edge. As he stood there looking down at the water, I couldn't help but scope him out. I don't think I'd really looked at him like that before. I mean, I'd seen him in gym class any number of times when we were changing, but this was different somehow. For one thing, in gym class, guys tend to "keep their eyes on the ball" as it were. No unnecessary looking around. But there he was, soaking wet and tan with only that tiny tight speedo on, and a bulge that couldn't be ignored. He actually reached down with his index finger and thumb of each hand to adjust himself before the dive, by pulling the material out and away from his hidden penis, letting it back with a snap. I could clearly see the outline of him under the orange material and the roundish fullness of his balls tucked carefully beneath. My eyes traced a line up his stomach and over his chest to his face as he hovered above me in the air.

He was looking right at me, studying my own face, and I was caught. He just smiled and turned around backward - ostensibly to do a reverse dive, but I think more likely now, that it was to give me a clear view of his tight round backside. He raised his arms out sideways from his shoulders, bounced once on his left leg and flew backward with a smooth arc into the pool. He looked like a pro to me, like an Olympian. I mean, if I had owned a pool like that one, I thought, I'd probably get good at diving as well, but it was a stylish dive and his body cut into the water with only a little sideways splash.

When his head popped up again above the water, I said, "9.5, man. Nice dive."

He blew some water away from his mouth. "You like?" he said, smiling mischievously.

It was at that moment, for some inexplicable reason, that the naive and oblivious boy that I was, finally caught on to some of what had been happening to me. Without fully understanding it, I saw in his face the sexual attraction he had for me. I felt his allure strongly in my chest with more inhibitions falling away from between us like a wall crumbling. I am fairly sure now, looking back, that he also knew at that moment that it was safe for him to move a bit closer. It must have been written deep in my eyes, as well as inside my borrowed speedo.

This isn't to say I wasn't still scared to believe it - to admit to myself that he had been "coming after" me for all of that time - probably since the first time we met. Despite the society-of-the-day's discouragement of forbidden desire between two boys, I was surprised to find I didn't shy away from it. I was nervous - probably biting my lip as I often still do in similar situations, as I looked at him more deeply for the first time. I was suddenly aware of every molecule of H20 suspended between the two of us.

"Have at it. Show me your best." he said as he flipped water back off of his hair with a quick jerk of his head toward the diving board.

It was my turn to walk the plank, I thought. I swam over to the step ladder and pulled myself out of the pool - the weight of the water pulling down on me, cooling my skin instantly in the night air. I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel his gaze all over me - on my legs, my ass, and my shoulders as I walked around to mount the board. I climbed up on top and edged out over the pool. He was treading water with his legs while both hands were splayed out behind him left and right on the sculpted pool's stone edge. I looked down at myself and the water below.

It seemed a bit higher than I had expected. It was a moment of distraction from the tense sexual atmosphere - enough to keep my nether blood flow in check. I had dived before of course, but the first was always a little nerve wracking. I found myself pulling on the front of my speedo exactly as he had done a few minutes before. It is as if, regardless of its pliability, a guy's dick needs to be reminded that it will not be confined in an uncomfortable way forever. When I looked at him again, his eyes were pointing straight at my waist. Again, I could feel his gaze like it was a tangible thing, a deliberate touch that sent a warm sensation up and down my body, despite the cool air of the deepening autumn night.

I test bounced a few times to get a feel for the board.

"Not going to turn around for me?" he asked.

"Nope." I replied with a teasing smile and bounced on one foot as high as I dared, up and out over the water, falling hands and then head into the warm blue mass.

I shot deep down into the pool and opened my eyes. As I turned away from the bottom, I could see his body lit under the water by the flood lights beneath the diving board. He was paddling leisurely on the surface above me. His lithe young legs moving smoothly back and forth in the liquid atmosphere. I swam over his way as I returned to the surface, taking liberty with those few submerged seconds to stare anonymously at his bulging suit.

When I surfaced next to him, the low frequency rumble from under the water fell away from my ears and he said, "Very nice." nodding and smiling appreciatively at me. I knew he wasn't talking about the dive. We shared a quiet moment while neither of us seemed to know how to proceed. I clearly hadn't a clue in the world. I wonder now why it was not more exasperating for him, to have to play around so patiently with a naive friend. He must have been enjoying the game he was leading me through. He had all the power, then, and I was following along, blissfully unaware. It was a powerful moment between us that I will never forget.

Never one to hold back in a moment of awkward tension, he just burst out again with a prototypical Brianesque suggestion. "I dare you to lose the swimsuit!"

And that's what I liked about Brian. He was a real problem solver. There was no point in bandying about. He just said what needed to be said and I responded how he knew I would. "No fucking way." I said out of shock rather than true anger.

"Alex" he said matter-of-factly as he gazed down at my submerged body in the water in front of him, "you don't need it. You really don't."

Oblivious – Part Two

noreply@blogger.com (Nathan Jones) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:50:59 PDT

By Chris Kay

Brian finally located a bottle opener and popped the tops of the two beers that we had pilfered from his father's cabinet. We each swigged a mouthful. I guzzled too much too quickly and coughed. I looked over at Brian to see if he had noticed, but he was already lining up his next shot at the pool table. One must be suave when drinking alcohol.

We drained the bottles quickly, laughed raucously, burped loudly, and danced stupidly to loud guitar rock. There were more drinks and it was a great time. Within thirty minutes, I could really feel the alcohol swirling around in my head. It felt otherworldly to me in that huge house with him - partying carelessly. It didn't seem real.

Brian came over to me and threw one arm over my shoulder as I considered a shot at the pool table. "You were checking out my sister's tits back there." he said matter-of-factly.

"Well, I wasn't really…" I replied.

"Oh yes you were! You had the VBB. No hiding it." he said.

"What the hell is a VBB?" I asked.

"Visible boner bulge." he laughed as he picked up the chalk and rolled it over the end of his cue.

"I did not, either!" I defended.

"Hey. it's cool, dude. I know she's hot. I'd scope her out too, if I were you." he giggled again. "In fact, if we get lucky, her swimmer boy will come by again tonight and we can spy on them skinny dipping in the pool."

"Whoa. really?" I asked looking hopefully over at him. The idea of seeing Karen naked seemed exactly like heaven to me at that moment. And truth be told, he was probably right about the boner bulge. In those days we wore our jeans fairly tight. There wasn't much hidden if you knew when to look.

"So they were just out there swimming naked together in the middle of the night?" I looked up at the ceiling imagining it.

"Yeah, why not. It's really private here." he said.

"Except when you're spying on them." I corrected.

"Yeah, well, there is that." he agreed. "The guy was really…" and Brian trailed off.

"Really, what?" I asked as I took my shot.

"He was huge." he said. "His cock I mean. Almost depressed me…almost" Brian smiled.

"How big is huge?" I asked with genuine curiosity. "Did they do it? Right out at the pool?"

"No," he said. "They didn't fuck out at the pool. But he got some serious wood." Brian put his hands about 8 inches apart from each other and cocked an eyebrow at me.

I agreed. "That would probably humble me a bit." I laughed and we both said, "a bit."

All the talk about naked sisters and big dicks had my blood pumping. I had to readjust myself in my 501s, as nonchalantly as possible of course, as Brian hunted for a game winning shot at the 8 ball. I found myself watching him. I was wondering if he got hard like I did just by talking about things like this. It wasn't something I would normally just talk about with another guy, but I was understandably curious. Does every guy pop a boner like I did at the drop of a hat - or pair of shorts - as the case may be? I was checking out his ass as he bent over the pool table in his tight jeans. I told myself I was being "envious" of him - that he had a nice physique that I wouldn't mind having.

Truth was that I did have a physique like his. We were quite similar looking, healthy white kids. I had my short mousy brown hair to his blonde mop, but we were built quite similarly. Whether it was the beer, Brian's geniality, or something else, I was getting quite horny as I stood there. I can confess now that it wasn't envy, whatever I told myself.

Brian called his shot and missed sinking the 8 ball by a matter of inches. He stepped back to let me have a go at it.

I had to adjust myself in my jeans again, as I had some major wood taking place by this time. I pretended to need to chalk up my cue as I turned my back to him at the edge of the table. I took an awkward shot from an even worse angle and missed my mark by a mile.

"Ha!" he laughed. "You're drunk. That sucked! Tell you what. I'll let you have that shot again." He stood back and gestured at the table. I looked over at him with a little embarrassed scowl and caught something out of the corner of my eye. A VBB.

As he had said before, there was no hiding it. He was sprung like the great outdoors. I could clearly see Brian's hard shaft pointing up and to the right in his jeans. It was painfully obvious, even without looking directly at it. And you know how button fly 501s are. They make your junk bulge out in front anyway. Did mine look like that too, I wondered? I looked down at myself quickly to see if mine seemed as obvious as his. At that point, he must have noticed my glance, and being the more outgoing of the two of us, just blurted out what we were both thinking.

"Man. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now."

It was just the tension breaker we needed. We both burst out laughing and I confessed I was the same.

"Your sister does it to me every time, even without you talking about her being naked at the pool."

"I'm a walking stiff-one about 50 percent of the time as it is" he added and looked down at his own crotch in a way someone would only do if their inhibitions had been lowered by too much drinking. "I think I'm done with this game. How about you?" he asked as he set his cue aside. "Let's go downstairs."

Because I was happy to change the subject, I agreed and hung up my own cue on the rack. He headed over to the French doors. I was relieved that we had become close enough friends to talk about stiff ones without feeling too awkward. It seemed like some huge barrier had been crossed.

He spilled out into the hallway and I followed him obediently. He half leaned, half slid down the curving banister to the first floor and turned to walk toward the back of the house where the huge kitchen met a covered patio entertaining area, beyond which was at least ten acres of private landscaping. He grabbed some chips from inside a pantry and slid open a glass door to the back yard. He tossed the bag of chips on the nearest patio furniture and pulled out a chair to sit down. Then he stopped and changed his mind.

"Let's go out there." he said, pointing toward the swimming pool.

I followed him across the lawn to the pool area, but it wasn't just a pool. It was THE pool. It was bigger than the lot my house sits on, and it had its own bungalow adjoining it. He picked one of the tables by the water and collapsed into a wireframe chair. There was no one around, but the lights were all on, in and around the pool. I guessed electricity bills didn't worry his parents the way they always worried mine.

Being so close to the pool, I couldn't help thinking again about the primary image in my head at the moment. "Where's your sister?" I asked.

He just laughed and said, "Who knows? Probably on the phone in her room, actually. I'd give it five to one odds."

I looked around and took in our surroundings. Everything was perfect and manicured like some huge work crew had just left it, and yet there was no evidence at all of their having been there. I kept expecting to see someone waiting in the dark by the bushes, ready to serve drinks or clip hedges at the tip of a hat.
"Who cleans this place?" I asked absently.

"I don't know." was his response, as he slumped down further in his chair, stretching a long leg out toward the water's edge but not quite reaching it with his bare feet. His comment made sense to me. Why should he know who cleans things - or care. How would it be, I thought, as the alcohol continued to swirl warmly around in my head. This was just the perfect damn life.

After a moment of quiet, he sat up in his chair, lifted his arms up behind his head and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt. "Let's go swimming." he said as he pulled his shirt off and stood up.

"Whoa. hold on. what?" I asked. You see, to me, this was now the naked sister pool. The thought hadn't crossed my mind that it was actually for swimming in by the likes of us. "I didn't bring a suit." I reminded him.

"The hell with the suit - just jump in - it's pri-vate," he enunciated carefully as his hands dropped to the buttoned waistband of his jeans.

"Right, unless someone is sneaking a look from upstairs…like you would." I said looking back at the house expecting to see Karen peering from a window.

"You like her…what would you care? Afraid she'll see your old man? You're not as big as her boyfriend, but she'd like it well enough, trust me" he teased.

"Maybe…" I said, "but I just don't fucking think so. Not ready to swing free in the pool, ok?"

"Alright, alright." he said resignedly. "Come here."

He started walking toward the little structure on the far side of the pool, leaving his shirt on the table. I followed him from a distance, but couldn't help noticing the smooth tanned skin of his bare back. I could tell he spent a lot of time laying out in the sun. My eyes strayed briefly to his waist where I looked for signs of a tan line. Again I thought I was feeling "envious" of his smooth body.

As we reached the wooden door of the little cabin next to the shallow end, he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a key ring, chose one key and unlocked the heavy door. Inside it was like a little hotel meets changing room. It had a sizeable pull-out couch, a chest of drawers, a coffee table, a closet and a large bathroom with a shower. He walked over to the chest of drawers and started opening and closing them. In the third drawer down he reached in and grabbed something light blue.

"Look in here. We'll wear one of these. They're mine." In his hand was only a tiny little bit of shiny orange material. I stepped forward and looked in the drawer. It was full of swim suits. Tiny little Speedo style ones. I picked up a handful and looked for something like the Bermuda type I normally wore, but found nothing but the small variety.

Despite the proud and firm display my cock had made only minutes earlier, my little buddy instinctively ran for cover. It was as if the penis had voted an authoritative "no" on the whole concept of wearing a Speedo. I don't think there was a spare blood cell to be had in it at the moment I looked wide-eyed at those stretchy little suits. "uh…no way man. I am NOT putting on one of these." I said as I held up a little dark blue number. It may as well have been an eye patch. It was certainly no larger.

"Alex! Damn it. It's just a place to hold your junk. I wear them all the time. It's no big deal. They're comfortable. My mom's been buying them for me since I was a kid. It's like swim team stuff. Try it. I'm going to wear one just like it. C'mon, man." He unbuttoned his jeans and started to pull them down to reveal his underwear beneath.

I sighed and turned away, carrying the dark blue embarrassment with me over into the bathroom. "Karen's going to be up there looking out of her bedroom window scoping me out, I just know it."

"Listen. Trust me. Karen knows you're a boy. OK?" he said with an exasperated tone that disarmed my prudish response. "Yeah, alright" I said again, as I stepped into the dark bathroom and pulled off my t-shirt. I draped it over the edge of the counter and unbuttoned my jeans which fell effortlessly to the floor.

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