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Colleagues weekend off... part 2
I'd been trying very hard to recall my first time... with a guy that is. And I actually managed to remember. I must have been about 17 at the time, and although he was about a year younger, or two, he was actually the trainer, and I was the trainee. I'm pretty sure, looking back now, 13 years later, he had sucked more dicks at that time than I have right now, and as a consequence, will in a lifetime. Not that it's frustrating. I had my share, so I know as a matter of fact he was kind of a slut. Not kind of, he was a slut, without a doubt. But he was a good teacher for sure. We hooked up for a few weeks. I did him the first time in his bedroom, obviously in his parents' place. And no, they weren't home. Neither did I run into a horny well trained father with a 29inch cock who fucked me as hard as he possibly could. Not at all. He was an average 15-year-old boy. Blond, blue eyes, cute as hell, killer body, amazingly equipped, for a boy his age. Smooth, born to give oral pleasure, and all the rest.
Anyway, I'm getting carried away. I very well remember the first time I had sex with another male. And although he was an amazing teacher, and I was more than keen on learning, and very, very willing, it was a disaster. Getting a blowjob from a well trained mouth was new to me, at that age. And even until today I have to admit I haven't met that many people who are actually good at it, but that's again, another story. He was, so it was with one word amazing. Only downside was that I didn't actually cum, simply caused by nerves raging at a higher speed than hormones.
Apart from the fact that it was awesome, because I had wanted it for so long, it was terrible, period.
I could still see that magnificent piece of work right in front of my face, waiting for my mouth to suck it off. Of course I'd seen pictures, not videos, they weren't so common back then, but plenty of pictures. I'd seen penises in all forms and sizes, so I was pretty sure I knew I'd knew what to do when it came close.
"Just watch your teeth and you'll be fine"
The words snapped me back to reality. All of a sudden I saw the next step of the evening again, being spread out, clearly, widely, right in front of me. And although the people weren't the same, nor was the setting, I was feeling memories coming back up. Well, that and some other inevitable things. Memories that gave me one perfect idea of what was going on inside Hans' mind right then. And truly, there is only one way to tell this story, and that is through his mind, for now, from the top.
Although one half of my brain was asking "Hans, do you really wonna do this?" the other one was screaming from its longs: "Come on man, what are you waiting for, suck him for crying out loud"
No need in telling you that the latter won the fight as soon as the trembling fingers of my right hand wrapped around his velvet like shaft. Wow. I had dreamed and fantasized about this for years now. Not this exact one, but touching another guy's genitals, for real. And it was everything I had hoped for. Apart from being smooth as silk, the throbbing organ was rock hard underneath the skin, and pumping in my upward moving hand with every single one of his rapidly following heartbeats. Finishing me off must have gotten him aroused, since a clear pearl of man nectar was already growing on the tip. Instinctively, willingly, I lapped it up like I was enjoying an ice cream on a hot summer day. The taste was surprising, other than my own for sure, but not bad at all. Strange, I always thought precum would taste the same on everyone. Clearly, I was wrong. It was a strange mixture of sweetness with a hint of salt in it. But right now, it was a divine aphrodisiac, melting on my tongue, almost forcing me to move on with things. I looked up, my eyes wandering over his nicely toned body, his abs indicating a certain amount of tension, but not completely flexing. The little brown nipples on his, very well developed, chest stood out proudly from the cool breeze every once in a while, combined with excitement. His perfect lips were opened slightly, remembering me again why I had fallen for this, and many other before him, guy. The lower one slightly thicker than the upper one, but probably only if you paid a hell of a lot of attention into his face. His killer smile, always displaying this very well maintained pair of teeth, had taken me off guard on more than one occasion, and this one wasn't different. But it was his eyes that finally did it for me. Azure blue, looking right down at me, investigating the tip of my tongue as I was happily licking the liquid from his throbbing boner. I suddenly realized how I must look for him right now. Sitting on my knees, naked, my mouth slightly opened, tongue sticking out, licking the tip of his very hard cock, wrapped tightly by my right hand, as the other one was stabilizing myself on his right, very well formed, hip. He didn't even need to speak, or ask, to convince me. Just the look was enough.
And that's when it hit me. I was about to give my very first blowjob. To a gorgeous man I adored and envied in every possible way at the same time. Finally! Seven years of watching gay porn, studying every detail in technique, would finally pay off. I was pretty convinced I knew exactly what to do. After all, I have one of these, and although it had only been sucked for the very first time five minutes earlier, I knew exactly what feels good on it. So no way I could fail, right?
Right. Or not... "Awww, watch your teeth man!!" Damn!! This was exactly what I wasn't planning to do. He actually pulled my face off of his dick the moment I finally let it slide in between my lips. Carefully focusing on pleasuring it, I had clearly forgotten the first rule in blowjob art. Stupid moron I was, as always. I actually wanted to drop out, tell him it was a mistake. That I wasn't gay, and never should have been here in the first place. All I could say, or try to was a lame "Sorry, I..." until I felt his strong hand on the back of my head, as he looked me straight in the eye again. "It's ok, just watch your teeth and you'll be fine" So I slid my lips back over it. He wasn't forcing me, but come on, what was I supposed to do? Back out, again? No way. I wanted this, more than anything. I would have sucked any dick if the opportunity would arise. And here was an amazing looking blue eyed stud, stark naked, 18 cms of perfect man tool right at my lips, and I was actually thinking about dropping out? No way in hell. The swollen head sunk back in between my lips, and the tension on the back of my head softened. Very carefully. Don't hurt this piece of art again Hans. Down. That's it. He ain't that big. Yes he is! I almost chocked to death right on the spot. Couching and near to puking I pulled off. Tears forming in my eyes. I was about to cry. What the hell? How does Kyle Ross make this look so god damn easy? It felt like he was pushing a deo spray can down to my throat. "I'm sorry" I coughed again "I'm not sure I can..." He interrupted me. I couldn't blame him. I'd gotten him that horny, so I couldn't back out now. And if it was this difficult, I'd rather have him teach me, right here, right now. "Yes you can buddy" he said, sounding almost understanding. "Just don't try to take it all at once, start with the tip, until your mouth gets used to it, all right? Then take it deeper step by step. Don't forget to breathe. When you're about to gag, pull off. Try it a few times, explore your limits, and than try to act as if you're gonna swallow it. Get your reflexes under control, little by little. Ok?" All I could do was nod. The object of desire was slowly turning into my worst nightmare. And it was obviously clear from the look in my watery eyes. "Hans, you don't have to do this if you don't want to". I was sitting back up now, both my hands resting on his knees, where I was sitting in between. He was leaning forward, inches away from my worried face. God those eyes. His cheekbones, that perfect straight nose. I must have looked like a little boy slut, sitting in between his legs. I felt like an idiot. "I'll like you no matter what." Although the touch was brief, hardly noticeable, I would remember the taste on his soft lips forever. A fine mixture of his unique taste as everyone has one, and the bitterness of his beer. The soft way his strong fingers manipulated my still damp hair, and the way he looked in my eyes. All I could do was nod, and try to squeeze out a fake smile. "I have to learn some day, right?"
He smiled, probably knowing very well what the effect would be, and leaned back on his hands again. I did as he told me. Little by little my lips explored the rest of his manhood. I actually started to enjoy the way this felt, not to mention the absolutely intoxicating smell filling my nose thrills. A fine masculine flavor was added to the Dove shower gel he had just thoroughly washed himself with before coming out to join me and Frank.
"Shit, Frank" I thought. I had completely forgotten about him. No way of backing out now. The moment I had tasted the first hint of Joren's body liquid, the world around us had stopped turning. It was just me, him and his dick. So here I was, on my knees at the foot end of the lounge chair. My red briefs still around my ankles. Bending over, my hands resting on those strong hips, as I had about half of his penis inside my mouth. What felt like my stomach actually. I always thought deep throating would be easy, but this was absolutely the best I could do, being on the limit of throwing up. But it was getting exiting at a level I had never experienced. So while I was sitting there, I realized the view our purchasing manager must have, sitting right behind me. I had just removed every single hair from between my legs and buttocks, and now feeling the cold breeze in between, I had a pretty good understanding of what was on display. My most secret place of all, never seen by anyone other than my mom about 24 years ago. But a place I sure know I like to see on a guy. And I was pretty sure that Frank liked it as well. Besides, after this afternoon, I completely trusted him, and if he had really wanted, he could've been fucking my brains out by now. But he wasn't. Still, he was there. I tried to stick out my bum a bit more, arching my back, a bit more. Trying to take in this magnificent piece of manhood, a bit more, and felt my own growing between my legs, a bit more. I felt a bit like a slut, but it sort of excited me. This morning I'd never been naked in front of any living creature, and here I was, almost on all fours, sucking a huge (according to my opinion, although mine was just as big) penis, rolling his testicles in my hands, looking seductively in the guy's eyes, my lips obscenely spread around his flesh, showing off my naked butthole for everyone, well, one, to see. I think we can speak of an improvement here. But my face muscles were complaining. I wasn't use to performing this amount of suction at such a short period of time, and my jaws were actually hurting by now. But Joren was moaning in excitement now, no longer looking at me, his head tilted backwards in ecstasy. Mouth half open. Both his masculine hands resting in my brown hair, casually, for a while. "Oh yeah, that's it buddy" he moaned. I knew he was close. Thank god. I loved it, every second of it, but it was enough, more than enough. I was actually almost glad it was almost over. "Mmmmfuckyeaaah" this was not a moan, but a growl. The pressure on the back of my head increased, hard! All I could do was let him in, further, all the way. At the moment his shortly trimmed pubes were starting to tickle my nose, I was convinced I was going to die on the spot. Not from passion, from suffocation! But it only lasted a second. I was taken too much by surprise to actually gag. I had swallowed the thing by reflex, clearly causing the required effect. As soon as he let go, and I pulled off, my mouth was being filled. I knew exactly what it was. The salty thick liquid was quite familiar. I had tried it more than once. I had come this far, and I wanted to finish it the right way. So I started swallowing. But it was more than I could take, probably because I was still trying to recover from the invasion. A little bit of semen was dripping from the corners of my lips onto my chin and finally his smooth balls as I pulled off completely.
This was not what I had expected. I loved it, every second of it, until it was over. He was now satisfied. And I felt like a complete whore. They would probably make a fool out of me for the rest of my career. What the fuck had I done? Where had I gotten myself into?
I almost broke my neck pulling up my briefs, ignoring Joren behind me, almost begging me to come back.
"Leave him dude" was the last I heard. I never even paid attention if Frank had gotten off during my little whore-show. For all I knew he'd filmed the whole thing and I would be on some gay twink site the day after. Fuck fuck fuck. Why did I always have to be so stupid?
"Hey hey hey" The young man was trembling when I touched him, almost jumping from his skin. "Calm down buddy, it's ok." Thank god he wasn't crying. Instead he was pouring a glass of Jack Daniels into his throat before he turned around. His face filled with anger.
"You enjoyed your little show?" he hissed between his teeth. "I should have know I couldn't trust you"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You think I don't know what this is all about?" he was furious. >From all the things I had expected that might happen, this wasn't one. "What the fuck Hans, calm down"
"Calm down, why? So you can convince me to do you as well. Your own private virgin cocksucker?"
It must have been the look in my eyes, or my face in general, that finally calmed him down. I'd let him scream for a few minutes, knowing it wasn't worth putting up a fight. He needed to cool down first, before I'd be able to sink in to in. But in the end there was only one thing I could try to temper his fury. My hand, softly, honestly, touching the side of his face, before my lips touched his, were calming enough. I had pulled him close, without any force, just a gentle direction, closing him in. The taste of his tongue, when it finally slipped in between my lips, was perfect in every way. He allowed me in, and I was fully aware how big a deal this was for him. After all, I was most likely the very first man he ever kissed. And although I was sure it wasn't his first kiss in general, I knew from a personal experience that french kissing a man is absolutely not comparable with kissing a girl or woman. There was a lack of softness around the lips, even when he was freshly shaven. You're always feeling that, sometimes almost impossible to notice, touch of stubble. Even that little aspect of homosexual activity was weird and new in itself, just as confusing as giving head or touching another man's genitals. It was a mixed feeling between wrong and right, between good and perfect. He allowed me in, giving it a chance, indicating that he liked it, but the fact he wasn't reaching out completely made it very clear he was still a bit skeptical or even on alert.
"Look Hans" I softly said as I broke away from our first kiss, still gently stroking the side of his face. "You're an amazing young man, and I really started to like you the past few weeks." I wasn't sure if he would believe me, or simply think I was about to pull off one of my manipulative stunts. But it was worth the shot, and seemed like the only possible way out of this. "And I think I can speak for Joren as well" I continued. He looked at me somewhat puzzled, his mind racing to place the whole situation in a reasonable perspective.
"He just forced his thing up my throat Frank." Although his voice was still sounding quite pissed off, I could see from his hazel brown eyes that inside he was calming down, actually allowing the truth a shot.
"I know, and I understand how it must make you feel."
"How can you know that?"
"Quite simply, because I went through it myself, in a distant past." It was nothing more than, again, the truth. I admit I'd been several years younger, but still I'm convinced that the strange feeling overwhelming me right after the first time, must be very close or even identical to what he was feeling right now. "But that doesn't mean he did it to hurt or humiliate you" I tried to explain. "He got carried away, just like every healthy bisexual guy would get if he was getting a blowjob from a gorgeous young man as you." I wasn't lying. In my taste, he was a beautiful young man, worth loving, and someone some day would. And all Joren was most likely trying to do was trying to help him making sure that, whomever that would be, wouldn't be scared off by his inexperience.
"You think I'm gorgeous?" I knew he was testing the waters, trying to see how much of my words were true. "Yes I do, more than you can ever imagine" I whispered in his ear, softly kissing his cheek. "But you're not gay, I mean, you're married?" I had learned through the years that bisexuality is very difficult for people to understand, particularly gay people oddly enough. And Hans, still trying to figure things out himself, probably torn apart by mixed feelings, was no different. "Yes, I'm married, and I love Christine with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I can't like guys either." I smiled, looking outside the kitchen window. Joren had put his boxers back on, focus on infinity, probably going through a whole bunch of mixed feelings himself. "And I think he is no different. Like I said, he got carried away, and I can easily understand, but I know the guy well enough to know he'd never do that on purpose, let alone to humiliate or hurt you, and he was most likely already regretting it the moment he was going through what I reckon to be an amazing orgasm."
Hans grinned. "I did make him cum quite hard, didn't I?" Apart from all the feelings of guilt he was going through, he did reckon he must had done a great job to have made him cum so fast, and was naturally proud in a way.
"You sure did" I smiled back. "I tell you what, take another Jack, get back out there, and hear out what he has to say. I promise you won't regret it."
"Are you coming with me?"
"No, I think this is something the two of you have to work out by yourselves. So I'm gonna grab a shower to rinse off this mess." Looking down Hans realized he had actually ignited two male orgasms. A little fact that was only adding to his self-confidence. "Go get him tiger" I winked, and wandered off, leaving him alone in the kitchen, to face his emotions at his own pace.
The hot water on my skin was liberating. I rinsed off the remains of my climax, and allowed the water to almost sip into my mind, thinking things over. I had almost been tempted to take things further with the young fellow earlier that day, but had stopped just right in time. Afterwards I had witnessed how he had reached his first orgasm ever triggered by another person, who was actually a 25-year-old man, one of my own analysts, who had only been working for me since a few weeks. Then, to make things worse, I had allowed the two to take things further. I had watched the young man performing his first attempt of oral pleasure with success. In the meantime I had been enjoying the scène in front of me with great interest, and lust. I had been stroking my own excitement, first slowly, as he was bumbling to get the job done properly. Along the way, Hans had allowed his knees to part slightly more, and it even looked like he was pushing back his bum to be on full display, putting on a show for me, knowing fully what I liked in a guy, and what his assets were. He had arched his back, as I had seen hundreds of well trained twink porn stars do online. That, combined with the slurping sounds coming from Joren's groin, and the way his muscular body was reacting on the ministrations of Hans' tongue, had been enough to send me over the edge, and explode my climax all over my chest and stomach. I'm sure neither of them had heard me moaned, as my own orgasm had come just seconds before Joren had unleashed inside Hans' willing mouth.
Rinsing off the shower gel from my still slightly excited body, I realized there was absolutely no way in denying the fact that I was somehow getting involved. I was being dragged into a situation that I, in all honesty, had triggered myself. I had set this whole scene in motion, and I wasn't exactly sure how to move on from here. Obviously my body was screaming to take full advantage, and to finally grab the opportunity I had been waiting for for months now. But my mind was telling differently. Not only did I absolutely not want to cheat on my wife, I also wanted to avoid being trapped in a fucked up situation with one of my most valuable team members. But how can a man that had been lusting for this exact window of opportunity for more than seven years, say no to such a dream scenario. Closing my eyes to allow the water to run over my face, I could only see Joren next to the pond. Naked, perfect as I had always hoped he would be. Oddly enough, this was the first time I actually liked a full grown man. Before that, it had always been the Hans kind of boys. Far from being a child, but not really a man yet either. Limited body hair, quite skinny, puppy eyes, not a strong beard, all aspects in boys like Hans I had always adored more than anything in the world. And then he came along. Hitting me hard.
Joren was a man. At 25 still young, but he was a man in every sense of the word. His body structure was at the prime of its development. He wasn't smooth, but kept his body hair very well maintained. A small trimmed treasure trail running to his belly button. A slight hint of light hair in the middle of his chest and around his small nipples. Muscular thighs and calves, not to mention the quite broad shoulders, or the way his the muscles around his ribcage were showing off without being too prominent. His ass was nothing like that of a boy. It was firm and present, and he knew it. Being probably around two or three sizes smaller in waist, he was the perfect combination of muscled, well trained, male body structure and an understanding, loving, but sometimes stern, look on his face.
Whatever I try to say, I have to admit that I was just as lost as Joren was. I had never fallen for a real man before. It had always been the boy next door types, something that had started to worry me more and more over the past few years. But now I actually started to understand why women liked men so much. Still that doesn't mean I would ever be able to share their forgiveness on male imperfection. I was Michelangelo's biggest fan, when it came to male nudity that is. I admired the male anatomy in such a way that it was driving my judgment to near to impossible for most western men. Myself included. But that of course leads to the discussion of defining male perfection.
Oddly enough, for women in my life it had always been different. Of course I like to look at perfect set of girl legs when they walk by underneath a short skirt in summer time. And of course I appreciated the perfect female anatomy in male magazines as much as the next guy. But it had never been an aspect for me that would make attraction stand or fall. Emotions had always been of just as much, or even more, importance as physical perfection. And that's probably one of the reasons I had never actually been in a relationship with a man. The idea of him growing into a non-perfect old man, scared the hell out of me. That had never been the case with women. I had always appreciated an older woman who took care of herself, and admired the wonderful combination of life experience and physical attraction.
But now I was lost. Drying off my, far from perfect body, I decided to call my wife. For years we'd been open with each other. She knew me more than anyone else, and was the one and only person I would trust my life with. If I was about to go down this road, I needed to be sure she was still ok with that. That she wouldn't be heartbroken afterwards. That she'd realize it was complementary to her, not replacing any part of her in any way. There was not a single aspect of her that could ever be replaced by one of Joren. But yet again, that worked the other way around as well. There was nothing about the attraction from him, which she'd ever be able to replace. It was adding up to perfection really. But unfortunately, impossible to combine into one person. I know it's hard to understand. But try explaining it...
Looking outside the window, I dialed Christine. The conversation started as usual. How was it? Great! How was your day? Quite ok as well, went shopping.... You know, the usual suspects. And then the million dollar question came. "So, what are the other two doing?" I hesitated for a moment, but decided the truth was the only option right now. So after telling her that they were outside, drinking bacardi cola in the evening sun, stark naked, following the whole story that took place that afternoon, the line went mute. "Are you still there?"
"Yeah, sorry, yes I'm here" She answered. Strangely enough she didn't sound mad the slightest bit. "So what are you still doing here?"
"What do you mean?" I was confused. Well, more than just confused. I expected her to be furious, or at least something coming very close to it, but she acted like this was the most normal situation in the world. "You perfectly know what I mean, we've been through this before. As long as you keep it safe, and you promise me that this is a purely physical thing, I want you to have some fun. Both boys are cute enough, and I know they can give you pleasure I never will. I know your heart is mine, and I don't doubt you for a second. As long as we are confident we can keep this open way of communication alive, and you'll come to me the moment things are worrying you, I'm fine with it... Occasionally."
Now it was my turn to slip into silence for a few seconds. "Are you serious?" I must have had some doubt in my voice. "I mean, I know we've been through this before, but I also know you see sex as an interaction between two people that can only come from love"
"Yes, I do, and honestly, I still wonder how you can do this with someone you don't love with all your heart. But I also trust you to the grave. And the fact that you took the effort to call me, explain the situation, without even considering the fact of asking my approval, tells me more than my own limited view on things. I know you weren't planning on doing anything behind my back. So how can I not trust you for even a split second?" She had a point for sure, but still it felt awkward. Yes, we'd been through this before, true, but still there was a big difference between discussing something and actually changing into reality.
After she'd hung up, I sat there, quietly, looking at the screen of my phone in amazement. This went completely different than I had expected. She actually gave me a free ride with two of the most handsome young men I'd ever met. I would be lying if I'd say I was giving it some second thoughts. I tried to, though, but didn't for real. The moment she'd hung up the phone after telling me how much she loved and trusted me, my mind was made. I'd been dreaming about this day for a long time, and there wasn't any way I would let this opportunity pass without even trying what it would bring.
"What took you so long, jerking off again?" Hans grinned.
"No, I was talking to Christine actually" I casually answered, causing his smile to fade. I had a serious look on my face, and he looked at me puzzled while I sat down on the empty lounge chair, filling my glass with quite a large amount of rum, and looked back at both questioning looks. "What, she's my wife, what did you expect?" Of course I fully understood their confusion, but didn't know what to tell them, really. I decided to change the subject, before more question were raised. After what had just occurred, and having no clue how the talk between them went, I wasn't quite ready to tell them I was actually hoping to get things moving even further.
"So, you guys seem to get along again?" Now it was my turn to smile, and luckily they took the bait.
It was Joren who first started talking, looking to Hans carefully, then back to me. "I kinda got carried away or something" he explained, as he had just explained him during my absence. "I never meant to hurt anyone, especially not him" His gaze shifted back to the smiling young man next to him. "Sorry again if I took you off guard"
"Well, that's settled than, nice!" I really didn't want this to turn into a big emo scene. Right now, sitting here in nothing but a towel, talking wasn't my main priority. Although I loved talking, to both of them, what I wanted right now was to fulfill my long lost desire.
"I'll tell you what, I'll order some pizza, grab a bottle of wine, while you handsome guys take off your ridiculous attempt to cover parts that were uncovered way too often, and way too obvious today to still wear them to begin with, and hop into the jacuzzi." I didn't wait for an answer, and walked back inside, draped in nothing but a virgin white towel, hanging softly onto my buttocks, to find some wine, hoping that the one pizzeria in the area would still be open from the last time I had been here.
Luckily, it was. The white Chardonnay I had fine was a perfect fit, and the quick scoop over my body of the young pizza delivery guy was a pleasant surprise. No, I didn't invite him in, so I don't know if this latino boy was as perfect as he seemed dressed in his ancient uniform. It would have been an easy road to go to, at least on paper. But no, I didn't. Instead, I joined the guys, already enjoying the warm bubbling water, and hopped in.
There is this thing about hot tubs. Apart from the fact that it's muscle relaxing, or relaxing in general, it gives this sort of weird vibrations in between your legs. If you're naked, at least. Knowing that Hans had never been naked before, and had just shaved his private area for the first time, I was absolutely sure he was hard as a rock, and since no one could see it, enjoying it to the fullest. His left hand dropped underneath the surface occasionally, giving himself a playful stroke, almost absent minded. Man this pizza was good. And it seemed like I wasn't the only one who thought so. I dropped the boxes on the tiles next to the tub, and raised my glass.
"To new friends, with new benefits?" It was a long shot. We hadn't discussed anything. It had more been missiles lost or something, but it was worth the shot.
"You guys know truth or dare?" Mister boyscout obviously wanted to share, or figure out, some secrets. And I was game. For months I'd been trying to figure out who that person behind the piercing blue eyes really was, and Hans' proposal was music to my ears. We decided to go clockwise, and I was up first.
"Truth" Although I realized Hans was probably going for an exciting game of some physical exploration, I wanted to test the waters first, and decided to go for the easy one to start with. Rule was the last one who answered got to challenge the next one, and since we were going clockwise, Joren was the one who would be starting with the first question.
"How many sexual partners have you been with so far?" It was an easy one. A classic even, and not hard to answer. Although I'd been quite active, sexually, for years before I'd met Christine, I perfectly knew how many I had been with. "Twenty-one" I answered in all honesty, not sure if it would make me sound like a brag or a slut. "Boys or girls?" Joren asked?
"That's to questions. Hans, truth or dare?"
"Truth" Seemed like our hero was about to hold back until someone else would take things up to a new level.
"Who's your favourite porn star?" Not that I really cared, but given the fact he was still a virgin, I didn't want to embarrass him by bringing up the subject of his sexual, non existing, experience. Apart from that, I had to admit it would give me some insight in his sexual taste. Something that always interests me in a person I think is attractive. Besides, given the fact he was indeed so inexperienced, I'd guess he'd know just as much, and probably more, about porn than the next guy.
"Alexsander Freitas" He answered, turning red. He was honest for sure, but the answer surprised me. I mean, Alexsander was a 39 year old hunk. All muscle, covered in quite a lot of tattoos. Very muscular, stubble beard, nice facial features, but too old for my taste. Since it was a one question a time rule, I couldn't ask who his favorite co-actor was, unfortunately, since that would easily answer the question in which role he'd see himself when it would come to sexual dominance. But considering the videos I had seen from this man, I had a pretty good idea already.
"Dare" Joren was, as expected, the badass guy who decided to turn the tables to the real deal. He must have known Hans would ask him something sexual. I mean, once in your twenties, challenging your buddy to run around the yard naked was a bit childish. Especially since, apart from riding our bikes, we hadn't had much clothes on the whole day anyway.
"Kiss Frank for a full minute." He grinned.
"But..." Joren objected "dude, he's my boss." He was hesitant. "He's right mate, I am his boss, and I don't want him to do this if he doesn't want to, it would make things awkward for a long time in the office" Hans was looking a bit disappointed, but didn't object to my argument. He knew I was right. The whole game was supposed to be fun for everyone, not to make situations even more difficult once this night was over. But his disappointment faded straight away as soon as Joren loosely grabbed my chin, and turned my face towards him.
Oh man. I had kissed guys, more often than you could imagine. But clearly I had forgotten how amazing it was. Especially that first one. I deeply inhaled that very familiar scent, as I felt his tongue slip in between my lips for the very first time. Once my amazement was over, I started kissing him back. The guy was an expert. No penetration of my throat, nor saliva running down our chins from trying to swallow mine. It was a soft, tender kiss. Filled with passion that wasn't love. Every few seconds our lips would disconnect for a very brief moment, when just our tongues touched, right before feeling his soft mouth again on mine. I softly bit his lip, playfully, as my hands rubbed his thighs unconsciously. Both raising our heads at the same time, our bottom lips were softly pulled down by the other's, right before matching all four again, tongue tips reconnecting once more, as his hands mimicked mine. I was at full mast in a split second, and his strong hand sliding in between my thighs underneath the water, gently rubbing my testicles, almost made me cum right on the spot. Instead I moaned in his mouth, and Hans announced we had passed the test. Twice... As I opened my eyes again, and stared into those blue ponds of mystery, I realized that I needed more of this man. I needed to get to know him. There was a connection I couldn't explain. Still, even after that kiss, not love, not as I love Christine. But still more than just simple plain lust. It was an electricity I couldn't explain.
"You're up" Hans said, with a shaking voice. He had felt left out, most likely, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep this game, that was initiated mainly for his pleasure, going further for long.
"Dare" I smiled back at him, switching my look to Joren's eyes briefly. Hoping he would put the pieces of the puzzle together. Not that I'm comparing myself to someone as Aleksander Freitas, not even close, but I did realize that, for Hans, I must seem like a pretty powerful person. And my guess was this would add to his phantasy about me.
"Finish Hans of in five minutes" he said. Easy, the boy was probably on the edge anyway, and taking his balls in my hands would most likely ignite the fireworks right away. "With your hands behind your back." He added, now grinning. "Hans, why don't you sit on the edge.
The boy was amazed, surprised, excited, all those feelings at once, again. At the moment he sat down on the edge, thighs spread, feet still in the hot moving water, I realized I hadn't seen him fully naked and aroused since he'd taken care of his little private rain forest. I must say, my analyst turned out to be quite the teacher. I liked smooth. Well, I hate pubes in my mouth, that's for sure. And the equipment on display for me was pure perfection. His testicles were hanging low in their package, loosened up by the warm water, the left one being slightly lower than the right one. I loved the paleness of his white skin next to it, but that was nothing compared to the throbbing piece of manhood pointing towards the darkening sky. Although it was bended slightly to the left, it was pure male perfection. A perfect match in length, girth and shape. Bended upwards quite significant at the base, turning into a perfectly softened curve once closer to the swollen head. A darkish pink, but not a knob like a an apple in a baby's hand. Just a little thicker, just enough to make it worth giving it a closer inspection.
As Joren tied my hands behind my back with the towel I'd left next to the tub, I approached my field of desire. He wasn't tasting like anything else than chlorine really, but in this case it was the texture of the skin that stamped the excitement. "God I've missed this" was the first thought shooting through my mind as I let my warm lips slide over his wet shaft. I guess giving oral pleasure is a bit like riding a bike. It's very difficult to learn, but once you've been told all the tricks, it's something your mouth will never fail you on. And I was there to prove it. In one very slow, but determined, movement I sucked his whole piece of desire inside. I loved it, every single aspect of it. It almost felt like homecoming day or something. Probably because I so intensely like being blown myself, I knew very well what extreme pleasure I was giving the young man. And the moans above me indicated I was right. Just as slowly I let it slip back out, teasingly, before I stuck out my tongue, and licked the long shaft from the base all the way up to his tip. Not hard, just a teasingly feathery touch really. Slowly sucking the head back in, before moving back in between his legs. "Pull up your knees" Normally I would do this myself, but since my hands were tight, I wasn't exactly capable of forcing anything. Hans happily obliged, and rested his heels on the edge of the tub, spreading his knees even further apart, allowing me visual access to his virgin private little secret. If you've never tried this, this will probably sound repulsive, if you have, you'll feel some enlargement in a certain area right now, as you'll probably remember the way you enjoyed it your first time. The soft touch of my tongue could just have been a jolt of electricity. Every single muscle was tensed, and the soft "Oh my gooood" coming from the head being thrown backwards, made it clear enough that he would love this very personal, very intimate, way of pleasuring another male for every day yet to come. On the other hand, I didn't want to scare him off by going for his anus right away. Besides, I like the rest just as much. As I lapped his testicles inside my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, one by one, I could see the clear pearl of love liquid running down the shaft. I didn't want to waste a drop of nectar from this sweet boy, so I once again slid my lips over his shaft, and started to work my way in a steady rhythm up and down. Not too fast, but enough to keep him excited, and right on the edge. Going all the way with every slip, I was sure he could feel my throat muscles working with every invasion. Without gagging, holding it there for three or four seconds before pulling back off.
I would have loved to stretch this, and could have, but clock was ticking. "Only half a minute boss" Joren laughed. He was pretty convinced he had drained everything there was to get from the exhausted boy. But he was wrong. Three more strokes and Hans was screaming even louder than his last orgasm. And he squirted like a fire hose. I swallowed most of it, but kept the last few drops in my mouth.
"How do I know you weren't faking it?" he laughed.
The kiss wasn't something he had expected, but he also didn't freak out when he was tasting the warm semen on my lips and tongue.
"Good job boss" he said, kissing my lips for the first time.
"Hell yeah, that was awesome" Hans sighed. "Anyway, my turn, right? Dare"
Now this was heading the right direction. I was about to give the young fellow, who had just dumped his load in my mouth, an assignment he'd never forget.