"He's a flake, Mr Brent. Christ! He's at the 8720 telling everyone how he's got this john who set him up in an apartment, and you've never even seen it, much less got a key. Or the phone number even. He's a mean guy, selfish and mean. You're better off without him."
Four days had passed since I gave Chris the money for our apartment. Not only had he not called, but the telephone at his grandmothers' had been disconnected. I had not seen him, nor did I know where to look for him. I drove down Hilldale a hundred times every day, but there was no sign of him. I was deviatated. Caught up in a whirlwind of disappoinment. Raw hunger and randy lust seemed to eat my insides. I had been celibate for so many years. Content and happy with it too, but after tasting cock, I became obsessed. A man driven with so much lust that I was masturbating two and three times a day. My cock was forever hard, sensitive to new and continuing needs.
When Jerry invited me to dinner at his apartment, I accept with anticipated excitement, knowing full well where it would lead. It was a lovely place, decorated in pastel colors and silks and brocade that spoke clearly of Jerrys' feminine ways. I looked at him as he opened the door to let me in. He wore a blue robe, the color of robins' eggs. It was full length, and swirled about him as he walked toward me with outstretched arms. The light behind him shone through the diaphanous silk revealing his luscious body. He wore nothing underneath. The shadow of his long slender legs was an enticing sight, stirring a familiar wave of pleasure.
He was at ease here, in his private world, and made no effort to hide his nature, as he apparently did when in the office. I noticed the scent of lilacs and lavender as he kissed me, engendering new sensations that rose out of the exciting contrast of the touch of the stubble of beard on his face. He was like a young virginal girl, ready to give of herself to me, but as we clung together in our embrace, I could feel his erect cock rubbing against mine, and I realized that whatever else Jerry was, he was first a boy.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth as we kissed, busy fingers tugging at the buttons of my shirt. His hand slipped in, slightly grazing over the tips of the nipples that have lately become so sensitive.
Our embrace lasted a long time. It was wet and deep and caused exciting darts of excitement to my loins. He whispered in my ear, but there was no sound, he said nothing, for there was nothing to say. His warm breath sent more shocks of pleasure to my anxious swelling penis. I was ready. Hungry for the warmth and comfort of his young body.
All the buttons were opened now, and shrugging my shoulders I released my arms from the sleeves of the shirt and it fell to the floor.
Bending forward he took my nipples into his mouth, wetting them with juices as he sucked on them. The tremulous current rushing into my cock began at the back of the shoulders, and finding my spine, used it as the conducting transit. It was so sharp that it almost hurt, except that the intense feeling was sweet and brittle with anticipation.
Somehow, I managed to slip out of my loafers and kick them aside. One more hindrence out of the way. The slacks and shorts were next, and I stood before him, shed of all my clothes, naked and waiting. He slipped out of his cloud-like robe and into my arms, which encircled his satin body and pulled him against mine. The luscious and exquisite pleasure of contact began before we greeted each other with an innocent, "Hello". And I tasted the scent of lavender that clung to his pits, and my fingers found testicles that bulged with the lotion of love. Ah love! How sweet he was, clinging to me like ivy to a wall.
"I love you so, " he said simply, and at that moment I knew that what he said was true. This body of young. silky flesh, so pink and gentle, hanging on to me with desperation, did at that moment love me, honestly and completely. And he fell to his knees, and burying his face in my crotch, he swallowed my cock into his throat and sucked until he sensed that I was about to come, and then he pulled away.
"I love you, too," I said, and I thought of Chris no more, for the pleasure of giving my body to this luscious feline, superceded everything that went before.
As though in a dream, we sat at the table, covered with fine linen, dressed with silver, crystal and candlelight. We ate dinner and drank rare wine, naked as innocent children, except my leg rubbed against his, and my left hand stroked his soaring member, and innocence was replaced by lust. I fed him and he fed me. And between the luscious bites, we kissed, and he transferred his food to my open mouth, and it tasted the better for it. This gift to the senses caused a rising tide of passion that soon took precedence over everything. Our hunger for each other grew to an uncontrollable limit that could no longer be ignored.
He led me into a bedroom, lit only by a single candle, flickering a weak flame over a giant bed that was spread with satin sheets. There were several etchings on one wall that were of handsome, naked men in erotic poses. One wall was of windows that looked out over the twinkling lights of the city, and added a certain glow to the inadequate light of the candle. The other walls were mirrored.
There was a blatant admission here of sexuality, a silent warning of exciting things that had happened in this room, and were to happen again. I looked into the mirror and saw reflected back to me the boy-girl that I held in my arms. A boy with narrow shoulders, the pale flesh was smooth and taut, flowing down the sloping arch of his spine to gentle rounded buttocks. Placing my hands on the firm cheek, and pulling him to me, I wedded our hard cocks, one to the other, for we were of equal height, and as they rolled together, the passion continued to rise.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth in fervent kisses. There was silk in the warm and pliable flesh that pressed against me, causing waves of sweet pleasure to ride over my body. Yes, there was innocence here. Not the rushing and demanding lust of before, but only the patient giving of one to the other. It was like a Chopin nocturne that eased the passion and hunger, and relaxed the soul, knowing that the final climax would come only when it was ready, at the end of the melody.
Slowly, as though with regret and reluctance, his tongue slipped out, washing my lips with an enticing sensation and his arms fell away, releasing our embrace. With a gentle push of his soft hands he placed me on the bed, positioning me on my back. I looked into the ceiling. It was also mirrored, and I saw each of us reflected back. A peaches and cream boy, smiling down upon a hairy and handsome man. How handsome I am, I thought, how desireable, macho, lying there naked on the bed. My cock seemed enormous as it stretched out from the heavy forest of black pubic hair.
He kissed me. Everywhere. His lips left wet circles on flesh that tremored with excitement. And with each kiss, he came closer to my cock. Take it into your mouth, please. Love it, suck it, draw the stream of pleasure out of it. But he passed the horny member, and slipping to the floor, he washed his tongue over the arch of my foot, then a nibble of toes, and a wet trail of saliva up the legs, past the hairy calves and knees, to the inside of tender thighs, closer and closer with each wet kiss, to the cock that was waiting so desperately for the warm cave of his mouth. Once there, he began his suck. His tongue wrapped around the sensitive tip. A relentless and demanding wave of pleasure rushed over my entire naked body, and with a final lurch of surrender, cum spurted up the rigid tube and into his mouth, and the shocks of pleasure turned to sharp pain.
We lay together, our bodies tied in a loose knot. I could feel his heart palpitating against mine, the rhythm of it gradually slowing, and as it slowed, the demands of my body slowed with it, and a flood of contentment flashed over me. Never before had I been so completely fulfilled. Satisfied in all the aspects of love.
We awakened slowly. Exploring lips found their way into secret caves, alighting new fires in places where they had not burned before. He was pliable, so giving of himself to me, that I became aggressive in my approach to him. Now it was I who bathed his body with wet kisses, seeking new unapproachable places, following the animal scent of him. Lapping his ass-crack, I sensed the slick smoothness of his anus. The muscle securing it was tight, challenging me to pursue this most intimate part of him. I pushed my tongue inside, connecting our bodies once more, and I fucked him with my tongue, tremendously excited by my audacious actions. I had gone beyond all the limits I had ever heard of, entering new territories that I never imagined existed. He liked it, moaning pleasure sounds, while he thrust his hips closer to me so I could penetrate more deeply into him. The taste was luscious. And so I lapped, and sucked, and fucked my tongue in secret places for a long while, exaltant in my lascivious behavior, until he pulled away.
"Wait," he whispered, and he rose off the bed. I watched every movement he made, deliberate, yet graceful too, as he reached to the table and extracted a small bottle from the drawer. I knew that it was an oil, a lubricant, for I remembered when Chris had a similar bottle, that afternoon when he fucked me. I thought of the painful experience and how I didn't want ever to be fucked again. He was smiling as he carried the bottle to the bed. 'No Jerry,' I said to myself, 'I don't want to play this way, please know that I love you, and will do anything with you, but not be fucked. I can't handle it,' But he leaned forward and tipped the bottle over my cock. My cock that seemed to be reaching up to it.
The warm, viscous liquid fell upon the exposed head, and slid down the shaft into the pubic hair. And then he did an incredible thing. He climbed upon the bed, and straddling my hips with each knee on either side, he reached behind him and held my cock straight, while he eased his buttocks back upon it. As he pushed himself downward, my cock entered the warm sleeve of his rectum.
Once inside, a million tiny muscles grabbed the shaft, tugging it in every direction, sending waves of delicious pleasure to all the horizons of my body. And then he rested. Sitting on my pelvis, making no movement.
"Don't come, Mr Brent," he whispered, looking down at me, "Please don't come."
I searched his face, looking for the sign of hurt that I knew was there, but he was smiling. His beautiful face blushing aglow with pleasure, his startling blue eyes alight with excitement. There was no pain expressed in his countenance. Instead his expression was that of an angel looking into paradise.
My orgasm was close, for the sight of him on top of me coupled with the marvelous feelings in my cock, was just about all the pleasure I could stand. I closed my eyes, shutting out the exciting vision of him. And gradually, my cock got used to the heat of his body, and the enticing grip of his ass-muscles. Sensing that I was in control, he began his ride, posting up and down in a slow movement like a horseman riding english. I opened my eyes. Somehow I was able to look at this lovely boy, who was giving so much of himself to me. His hands were on his rosebud nipples, his eyes closed. He had surrendered himself to his secret sexuality, just as I did to mine. And as the pleasure began to climb its mountain of unreachable heights, I took his cock into my hands, masturbating him in the rhythn that he himself had set.
AAAAAH! Sweet Jesus! There never was anything to equal the delicious pleasure that overwhelmed us. And the pounding of his buttocks upon my hips, pushing my over-sensitive cock deeper and deeper inside him, sent whirls of pleasure that finally manifested itself shooting spurts of sperm inside him. And his cream shot from his cock onto my chest and face, and I opened my mouth to catch the taste of it.
Ah! Sweet Jesus!
He held me in his arms. His tears blended with mine for we were each crying salty tears in thanksgiving for the enormous pleasure we gave to each other. There were no boundaries to our love now. Even the physical capacities of sex had no limits, for our horny cocks were erect and demanded more.
"That was fun, wasn't it Mr Brent? So great! Did you like it?"
"I never experienced anything like that, Jerry," I said. "It was wonderful, thank you."
"Please Mr Brent, don't thank me I've wanted that for so long. I told you I love you, it's true, you know."
"Yes, Jerry, I do know," I said, kissing him tenderly on opened lips, "I sure do know, my lovely Jerry...."
And then the telephone, sitting on the small table, rang. I knew who it was calling before Jerry reached for it. "It's for you," he said, handing it to me. The measure of disappointment and disgust in his voice was unmistakeble.
The deep-throated chuckle came first suggesting triumph at having found me. "I'm at the apartment, 237 Hilldale. You got that?"
"Yes Chris."
"I want you. Now. You understand?"
"Yes Chris."
"I want to fuck you. I want my cock up your ass."
"Yes Chris, I'm coming. I'll be there as soon as it takes me......"