He dropped forward and started kissing me, forcing his tongue in my mouth, feeding me some of my own cum. He licked his cum off my face and fed that to me. I could taste us both.
He collapsed onto me, resting his head on my shoulder, the cum on my chest and shoulder welding us together. As our breathing slowed, the cold from the wall and floor began to get to me.
"Let's get back on the bed, Charlie."
We lay together in each others' arms for a few brief minutes. I began to realize that, if being cuddled felt wonderful, cuddling someone else was ten times better. Charlie snuggled into me and I felt like I wanted to hold him forever. But these things never last.
"Baby, Was there any pizza left?"
"Some Charlie. You hungry?" I whispered.
"A little. And we're both going to need some energy when you fuck me."
We walked down the stair to the kitchen. It was a strange feeling. With my arm over Charlie's shoulders, I was very aware of the four inches taller I was. With his arm around my waist, he molded himself to me and I felt 100 feet tall. I knew I wasn't in love with him or anything, but I felt incredibly connected to him. I knew we shared an unbelievable bond. He'd just been the first person I'd ever had sex with and I knew, in a short time, he'd be the first person I'd ever fucked. I knew he'd be part of my life forever, and I'd be part of his.
The strangeness went further. I'd never walked around my house naked before, and here I was, not only naked, but very hard with another dude, also naked and hard walking to the kitchen, where I found I'd been way too optimistic. One single slice of pizza sat on the box.
"I'll order another one." I smiled, "You think you can wait that long, or are you more hungry for my cock than the pizza?"
I was laughing as I turned around, grabbed the phone and called in the order. I was a bit surprised that Charlie hadn't had any come back for my remark. Actually, I was a little nervous that I'd crossed some line. Maybe he thought we had something beyond being friends and the sex part. Maybe I'd hurt his feelings.
I finished the order, turned around, and Charlie was looking at me. He had his hands on his hips, legs spread and a smile on his face. God! He was so hot, compact, muscular body, six pack, really big cock as hard as a pipe pointing at me.
"I would have passed on the pizza to get to the fucking," he said, "But as far as the hungry waiting goes," he turned his back to me, spread his legs wide and bent down, putting his hands flat on the floor. "Now you're the one who has to wait to get into this."
Every muscle on his body stood out in bas relief. His calves, his thighs, his buttocks, I could see each individual muscle group as if it were carved in stone. His butt cheeks separated and between them, I saw the slightly brownish ring of his butt hole.
How can I explain this? I knew that in a short time, I was going to open that little hole with my dick. I was going to enter his body, invade his ass and seed him with my cum. And more than that, he wanted me to do all of this, he wanted my dick up his hole and wanted to feel my cum shooting into him. It was more than a 15 year old mind could wrap itself around.
I walked up behind him. I had to lift my dick to lay it in his ass crack as I wrapped my arms around his stomach, and then made him stand up so I could caress his chest.
"Charlie, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. You're going to be part of my life forever."
"I know. And you'll be part of mine. Now why don't you practice sucking dick while we wait for the pizza?"
Damn! He was just what I needed! I let him push me into the living room and down on the couch. He knelt, legs astraddle mine and presented his thick cock into my face and rubbed the slimy tip over my lips.
"Now I didn't gag on yours, don't gag on mine...even if it is bigger."
"Prick!"
"And a big juicy one at that. Come on, suck it!"
To be truthful, even though Charlie came on all verbally aggressive, he wanted me to enjoy the experience. He fed his meat to me slowly, and when he got to the back of my throat, he slid the head into me gently, teasing the opening to my throat, but always pulling out before I actually gagged. It was a challenge, but I really wanted to feel what he'd felt when my cock invaded his throat so short a time before.
It only took a few minutes, maybe 10 or 15, before he was thrusting into my throat and I was in heaven. His dickhead never actually left my throat, but I could feel the flange at the opening. Charlie's hands were on my shoulders as he thrust into my mouth. My nose was rhythmically buried in his pubes and I smelt the wonderful scent of his masculine sweat.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I felt like I'd been betrayed. Charlie pushed me around until I was lying on the couch and he straddled my head with his knees, his head facing my feet and slid his meat back into my mouth. Now his cock was deeply buried in my throat and he was truly fucking me. I felt the mass of his cock going into my throat and it took me a few minutes to establish a rhythm that would allow me to breath. Thrust, thrust, inhale, thrust, thrust, exhale...
I was driving him crazy with my mouth! An hour ago, I was in charge by letting him suck my dick, now I was in charge by sucking his? Maybe no one is really in charge in sex? Is the key satisfying the needs of your partner? WAY too deep for this situation. Charlie, fuck my mouth!
He was gasping and panting and slamming his dick down my throat. I felt him stretch forward, then I felt his lips wrap around my dickhead. Then I felt his body turn into marble, his dick swell in my throat then spasm, once, twice, three times... I really wished I could taste the cum I knew was pouring down my throat, but I wanted him to enjoy this just the way he wanted it to happen.
"Taste it, Baby," he said as he eased his dick out of my throat and rested the head in my mouth letting the last few spurts flood my tongue.
We lay there for an endless time, catching out breaths. Charlie got up and stretched.
"I need a beer. You want one, Baby?"
"Sure. Why are you still hard?"
"I'm thinking about you fucking me. Why are you still hard?"
"I'm thinking about fucking you."
Then the doorbell rang.
I ran to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
"Charlie, get my wallet, okay? It's in my pants upstairs."
I opened the door, and there was Warren, a senior from the high school who was on the wrestling team with me. He had my pizza in his hand.
"Whoa, Jerry, kinda informal for opening the door, isn't it?"
"Not for the pizza guy. I'm sure you've seen worse."
Just then Charlie came up behind me wearing his boxers and OBVIOUSLY still hard and handed me my wallet. By the look on his face, he either didn't know Warren or didn't recognize him.
Warren looked at me, then Charlie. That's when I realized I was tenting the towel.
"Well, I've seen a lot worse, but I don't think I've seen better. Enjoy!"
I walked back into the kitchen and opened the box.
"What's wrong," Charlie said? "You look like you've seen a ghost."
To hell with it. I did NOT want to deal with this now.
"Nothing. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's eat. Then, teach me how to fuck."
"I think I can agree with that!"
"But Charlie, I'm kinda thick and I don't want to hurt you."
"Well, I been practicing with things. You know, carrots and cucumbers. I don't think there'll be a problem. Besides," he looked a little nervous, "you will stop if I ask, won't you?"
"Of course, Dude. I just hope you won't ask." At this point I began to feel really sheepish, "Besides, I kinda hope you'd want to fuck me to. I haven't been practicing or anything, but I really want you to do it."
We were lying on our sides, facing each other on my bed. I put my hand on Charlie's shoulder and pulled him to me, kissing his firm, oregano flavored lips. We moved closer, our hard dicks touching together, the sparse hair on our legs brushing. More than anything else I'd ever wanted, I wanted this event to be perfect. I wanted to make this the perfect fuck that Charlie would remember the rest of his life.
I used my chest to push Charlie onto his back on the bed. I slid my chest over his, then moved my stomach over. I felt my hip slide across his groin and the light pubic bush rubbed across mine. I settled my knees between his and our pulsating dick lay parallel to each other. I spread my legs and Charlie's knees rose on the outside of my legs. The tip of my heavy dick slid through his pubic hair and fell to the sheet supported by the bed and steadied by the cheeks of his firm butt.
I hooked my elbow under his knee and raised one of his legs almost to my shoulder. My other hand reached down and I felt for his opening with my fingers. When I found it, I used the tip of one of my fingers to probe it. It was moist and warm. I could feel the depression in the middle. I massaged the entry and I felt it reacting, sort of a gentle pulsing, an opening and closing, almost as if it were welcoming my touch.
I brought my hand to my face to wet my fingers, and I stopped. I smelt a smell I'd never encountered before. It wasn't a bathroom smell, it was an intensely masculine smell, a scent that screamed male to my brain. I wet my first two fingers and the taste was also unique. It wasn't the salty sweet flavor of Charlie's cum, but a primal flavor that flicked all my switches to male arousal. I had to put my dick into the hole that produced these scents. I rubbed my spit slicked fingers over Charlie's hole and reveled in the way his body squirmed.
I sat on my heels and pulled Charlie's hips onto my thighs. Pushing his knees to his shoulders, I looked at the entry to his body, lightly brown, glistening with my saliva. I spit on my fingers and added more saliva to his opening, then still more. I grasped his shoulders and laid the shaft of my dick in the cleft between his ass cheeks. Slowly, I began to slide the shaft of my prick over his tender opening. When I pushed forward, my foreskin pulled back and I deposited my precum on his hole. When I pulled back, the thickness of my shaft spread it over the cleft. Every stroke drew a soft growl from Charlie's throat, a gentle reminder he really wanted this. Minutes passed as I masturbated my dick over his hole.
I leaned back and looked at the results of my efforts. I could see his hole had opened, just slightly. My precum was forming a puddle in that opening. Charlie had relaxed. He was ready to welcome my dick and I was about halfway to crazy to put it into him.
"Charlie," He opened his eyes and looked into mine, "I'm going to enter you now."
I reached between us and angled the head of my dick into the opening his ass was giving me. Slowly, I pressed the head of my dick into Charlie's waiting hole, feeling my foreskin peel back as my helmet entered him and the precum I'd deposited onto Charlie helped me slide into him. My dickhead is pretty big, but I knew Charlie wanted me inside him, so it would be okay. I heard his soft sigh as I entered him. I felt his hole stretch to accommodate my girth. I watched my dick slowly enter him, quarter inch at a time, until my pubes formed a nest for Charlie's balls. Charlie's eyes were closed, but he was smiling, gently.
"Charlie?" I asked softly, "Can I fuck you now?"
He opened his eyes, "I've been thinking about this for the last five years, and since I met you six months ago, I've been hoping it would be you who I did this with. Please, Jerry, fuck me?"
I slowly withdrew my dick until only the head remained inside Charlie, then I pushed it back as I watched his face. I repeated the motion, again, again, faster, faster, slower, very slow, and I pulled him up into my lap and stretched my legs out behind him, sitting him on my lap. I thrust up into his ass increasing the force and speed. I watched his fat cock slap onto my stomach and throw drops of precum over my stomach and chest. I grabbed his shoulders and slammed into his ass until he was gasping with each thrust. Then I stopped. After a few seconds, he whimpered...
"Please..."
Then he started sliding forward and back on my dick, then moving his hips in a circle making my meat rotate inside him. Precum was flowing out of his dick, across his balls and pooling on my stomach. He grasped his dick and started to stoke it. I grabbed his wrists and held them away from his dick.
"No. I'll do it when I'm ready."
Charlie started rising up and dropping on my dick. He was fucking himself onto me. Not only was he giving himself the pleasure of being fucked, he was masturbating by slapping his dick onto my stomach.
I was getting really close. I needed to cum, but I wanted us to cum together. I pushed Charlie onto his back and hooked his knees over my elbows again. I drove my dick into him I tried to make him taste my cum coming up his throat. I bent my head, and just captured his dick head in my mouth and started sucking it as if it were my only connection to life.
"Jerry! Oh!, Oh!, Oh! Oh FUUUCCCK!!"
Charlie flooded my mouth with a tsunami of cum just as I spasmed my cream into his butt. We continued pouring sperm, each into the other for minutes. I don't think either of us actually passed out, but for a few minutes, we were both, let's say `unresponsive'. When we finally got ourselves more or less together, I was drooling Charlie's cum onto his chest and my (finally) softening dick was slipping out of his ass amidst a flood of my own cum.
I got up off the bed, my dick dripping my cum from Charlie's ass, my pubes drenched in the same fluids.
"This' the first time I've seem your dick soft." Charlie laughed.
I looked at Charlie lying there, a pool of my cum around his ass soaking into my comforter. He had a puddle of his cum I had drooled onto his stomach (okay, I swallowed most of it).
"Same here." I looked at the clock, "My Mom won't be home for another three hours. You think you can teach me how to get fucked in three hours?"