Conrad & Lane

CONRAD & LANE By Lee Mariner

September 2002

DISCLAIMER: This story is a gay fantasy and depicts sexual acts involving young men. The characters are fictional and in no way related to any persons living or deceased. Any perceived similarity is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, "PLEASE LEAVE."

ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATING CONSEQUENCE. PLEASE USE PROTECTION.

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Copyright: September 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #1

Two words are probably uppermost in the minds of most people; at least I think they are, Love and Sex. I believe these two words drive both men and women more than any other force in their lives. Many of us suppress these feelings for whatever reason we conjure in our minds, some because of religious teachings, others because of physical and sexual abuse in their younger years. Regardless of the reason, those suppressed feelings will surge too the surface because of a special circumstance or time.

Men and women fall in love every day and most of the time it is a well-founded relationship. Not always but most of the time. It's called heterosexual, and that is what men and women are supposed to do, mate together and reproduce.

Love of a man for another man is thought to be inexplicable. It is not generally accepted, it's called homosexual.

It is hard for someone to put into words just what it is they love about another man. Much of it is the physical attractiveness and the eventual intimate relationship that will almost always follow if both are attracted too each other. I like to think of it as the need to be needed, wanted. Unfortunately religion by and large teaches it is an abomination and wrong in the eyes of God.

For a man to love a woman and a man or possibly the reverse it all but boggles the mind and seldom thought about. It's just something that does not happen or so people think. For those caught up in the merry-go-round of unacceptable love it can be a life long struggle.

I'm not going to write about the religious arguments and I'm only writing this as a foundation of what I went through and have gone through in my short 52 years of life.

There was very little love in my family during my formative years. My parents seemed to fight constantly, verbally and physically. Carol and Anne my younger sisters and I would hide in the basement of our home when the fighting started, it didn't always help.

All to frequently my father would take his drunken anger out on me with a leather belt while my sisters cowered in the coal bin or behind the washing machine. The only good thing that ever came out of those beatings was the tenderness my mother would show when she applied salve and ointments to the welts on my back. I can remember Carol and Anne crying in their bedroom and mother trying to soothe them. There would be a short period of peace before it started all over again like a bad dream.

This was back at a time when children were not as protected against parental punishment and abuse as they are today. Neighbors generally knew what was going on but they kept their noses out of peoples private business. It was thought of as kids being disciplined or a man and his wife having a disagreement. Nothing serious.

When I grew older and bigger the beatings became less frequent. I didn't submit as I had when younger. Another part of growing older was the strange feelings that would often surge through my developing body and until I had my first nighttime ejaculation I didn't understand the changes that were developing inside of me. I didn't understand why I would feel a swelling in my groin when I looked at another boy and he was attractive or why I would feel like my body was on fire.

Talking with my father about these feelings was out of the question since he seldom was sober enough. I asked my coach at school about what I was experiencing and he tried explaining them and how I was developing.

One afternoon after practice I was getting ready for a shower when the coach called me, "Conrad, stick around, I've got something to show you."

I gave him a high sign and went on into the shower room. Randy, a boy I always enjoyed being around was just leaving and drying his hair as he walked by me.

"Hi Randy, good practice today, you did great." I said as he passed.

"Yeah, I guess so." Was all he said but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Randy was a Junior and I was a Sophomore and we played football together. He had a beautifully muscled body, dark brown hair and eyes. His cock was half hard from showering and drying off and it looked like a thick tree trunk jutting out from his thick almost black pubic hair. I felt my cock swelling at the sight and I dropped my towel covering it. I felt the blood rushing too my head, my face burning and I almost ran on into the showers.

The cold water helped calm me down some and subdue the fire in my loins. My cock had swollen thick and hard at seeing Randy's half hard. I still didn't understand why I was attracted to him or why the sight on him naked excited me. I found out later even though at 17 I should have known why men are attracted to other men. I was 17, not bad looking, pretty good body from playing football and weight toning and I learned later that my cock was a little bigger then most kids my age, a little over 7" hard and it would get hard all of the time just thinking about other guys. I never thought about other guys checking me out. Maybe I should have, lots of guys liked young horny studs.

Warming the water of the shower some after calming down, I finished showering and dried off. Wrapping the towel around my waist I was walking too my locker when the coach called me again.

"If your finished Conrad come in my office, you can dress later."

I followed coach into his office tucking my towel a little tighter. He was only wearing a pair of sweat shorts; his back was broad with a little hair across his shoulders. He had a small waist and real tight buttocks but his chest was covered with thick black hair. His nipples looked like two small headlights pushing out from his thick chest muscles. I felt that surge again in my groin as he walked in front of me. He was in his early 30's and not bad looking.

He had a thick book lying on his desk and flipping the cover back he said, "You asked me the other day about things that were happening in your body. Pretty nice one too from what I've seen. I got a book from the medical library so I could show you what some of the changes are, come on over here beside me."

Standing alongside the coach I looked down at the book on his desk. There was a diagram of a man's body with little boxes with arrows point to the various parts of his body. Flipping the page was another picture of a young naked man and he was beautiful. His cock was thick and hung down like a length of rope and my cock surged at the image it conjured in my mind wishing my cock was that big. I reached down and slowly turned the pages looking at the pictures but I couldn't read all of the information, the pictures had me really excited and my cock was as hard as steel.

Almost as if I was in a dream I heard him whisper in my ear, "exciting aren't they? Really good-looking men with big cocks, is your cock that big Conrad?" I felt his hand moving over my buttocks and up and down my naked back. I liked the feeling of his hands and the pictures were causing. My muscles felt weak and quivery and my legs were almost like rubber. I didn't know why I was feeling the way I was. I turned and looked at the coach, his eyes were shining and he licked his lips. "Is your cock as big as the ones in the picture Conrad? It looks like it. Let's take the towel off and I'll take my sweats off."

"Do what coach?" I remember saying nervously and the ache in my cock was overpowering.

"Undress Conrad so I can show you how you're developing, the changes and feelings you asked me about. It won't hurt you, you might like it." He said softly, his brilliant green eyes holding mine. His fingers slid under the fold of the towel and gently pulled it away, dropping to the floor. Something inside of me was saying this is not right but the pictures and his eyes made it exciting, strange even though I protested.

"Coach, I don't think we should be doing this."

"Why Conrad? What's wrong with us learning about each other, you learning what a man is supposed to do? Feel the way your cock is throbbing, your heart beating? That's pressure, don't you want me to show you how you release that pressure?" "Look at me." He said, pushing his shorts down.

His cock waved back and forth huge like an elephants trunk. I'd never seen anything as huge. Black hair covered his stomach and loins. His balls were like oranges hanging down under his cock. I couldn't take my eyes from his huge cock waving from side to side as if it was alive.

"Take it in your hand Conrad, feel it." He said and reached for my wrist but I resisted.

"You know you want to feel it Conrad." He cooed softly, pushing his hips forward until his cock almost touched my thigh. "Touch it Conrad, squeeze it. See if it feels like yours does."

His voice was almost hypnotic and I lifted my hand wrapping my fingers around the thick hot length of meat. It felt hot and I could feel it throbbing almost alive and he groaned, "Oh yes Conrad. Squeeze it move your hand over it."

He slid his hand around my waist and spread his fingers in the small of my back pulling me closer and he gripped my throbbing aching cock, squeezing it making it ache even more. I looked at his face, waves of electricity seemed to flow over me, and he was smiling, his eyes glistening. I didn't really know what was happening except he was making me feel like I was going to explode. My cock felt thicker and harder then it ever had before and it ached from being so hard. His hands were soft and gentle creating small jerking spasms of pleasure. His voice was low and soothing as he spoke.

"You like it don't you Conrad? You like the feel of me stroking and squeezing your big fat prick don't you? He said softly blowing in my ear.

I couldn't answer him. The intensity of the feelings washing over me had control of my muscles and I couldn't move. I could only stand and let him play with my cock and stroke my back. His hand was like a vice squeezing and relaxing, stroking, his fingers touching my balls. It felt like I wanted to explode but each time I tensed he relaxed his grip and held me as he fist fucked my gripping fingers.

It was surreal, fantastic and I didn't want him to stop and my hips started moving my cock in and out of his hand when he relaxed his grip. Deep within my foggy sex soaked brain I heard him whisper.

"Oh yeah, you're a hot stud. I knew you would be when I saw you looking at the other boys."

I felt him twist me around and watched as he sat in his chair, his thick cock dropping between his thighs and I was standing between his legs. Both of his hands moved behind me and gripped the cheeks of my ass pulling me forward and his mouth opening to take my cock in. I resisted pulling back almost half-heartedly, I wanted to feel what he was going to do, and I wanted my cock in his mouth.

He pulled me tighter and my cock slipped inside his mouth his lips closing over the head. I gasped at the hot intense feeling of his tongue twisting around the head of my cock and I grabbed his hair pulling him closer sinking my steel hard rod deep until I felt it stop touching the back of his mouth. I was breathing heavy; almost gasping for air his mouth was so hot. Reaching up with his hand he wrapped two fingers and his thumb around the base squeezing and sucking. His fingers pulled my foreskin back as he sucked on the head and all I could do was groan loud at the intense electric shocks that surged upwards from my tightening nuts. I could feel the fire burning spreading over me. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks again and my hips were plunging my cock as deep as I could get it. I heard him groan, my prick deep in his mouth and I looked down. His cock was shooting thick streams of white stuff and that sent me over the edge. My back arched driving my cock deeper and my fingers were twisting his hair. I tried pulling away but he pulled me tighter sucking, draining the stuff from me as it spurt stream after stream. He was swallowing as fast as he could but I saw rivulets running down from around my cock where he couldn't swallow all of it.

He kept on sucking his lips squeezing my softening meat sending shock after shock into my brain like shooting stars. Every muscle in my body had felt like taught strings on a banjo and then just as suddenly relaxed and I almost sank down on the floor from the sudden weakness. He held me close moaning and rubbing his face over my still half hard cock his beard stubble like sandpaper on its sensitive sheathed head.

I pulled away from him and his arms dropped, his forehead pressing against my hard stomach. I don't know what happened but even though my mind said what we had done was wrong, I liked it. I liked the feel of his hot soft mouth on my cock. I liked the feelings he caused sucking the cream from my nuts. I wanted it again but at the same time it frightened me.

His head lolled back and he looked up at me. His eyes were blank, no feeling or emotion in them. I knelt down and picking up my towel started moving away from him when he blocked my way. His eyes had changed and I saw a glimmer of fear. He held my forearm in his hand, his grip tight and it hurt.

"Coach, you're hurting me." I said just a little afraid myself.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said relaxing his grip but still holding me and stammered, "Ughhhhhhhh Conrad, what we did is just between us right. You liked it didn't you?"

"Yeah, sure coach. Just between us okay?" I said quietly. I wanted to get away from him but he still had me by the arm. When I tried moving again he dropped his hand and I moved away from him rushing to my locker. I didn't dress but put on my jogging shorts and sneakers. Stuffing my clothes in my backpack I almost ran out of the school, I did after I got outside.

All the way home I couldn't get the thoughts of what he had done and my cock stiffened in my jockstrap thinking of how much I had enjoyed his mouth on me and the feelings. The way I had been feeling was magnified until it was almost a consuming passion to experience it again.

The school coach avoided me pretty much after what happened and I felt just a little guilt. The real problem was I still had almost uncontrollable urges and had a hard time hiding my feelings in the showers with other guys in school. Randy liked prancing around his cock swinging back and forth, Carl another teammate would slap us on the ass and my cock would start getting hard. I must have jerked off two or three times each day. It wasn't easy but I managed to graduate and received a football scholarship from a small college far enough a way but not too far from where I lived.

Registering for college went pretty smooth after I got there. The college had a policy of rooming upper classmen with freshman and I would be rooming with a sophomore, Wayne Cutler. He was a good-looking blond hunk with the body of a Grecian god. He talked sex and his sexual conquests almost all of the time when we were together but he had a deep dislike of what he called "fucking faggots." I could understand why they hit on him from the way he strutted around but I hid my feelings.

The first year went pretty well for me. Football was great and no real pressure since we were not in the big leagues. I found a job working part time in the cafeteria and that helped with money. Sex was the big problem and I spent a lot of time in the bathroom stalls jerking off.

I was cleaning table one day and I overheard a couple of guys talking about a park not far from the college and the "fags" that hung out in it. They snickered about getting a blowjob from one of the "fags" if they couldn't get any from their girls.

I found the park a few days later and it wasn't difficult getting my rocks off after that. Every time I pulled my cock out and stroked it in the bathroom there was a guy that would drop down and suck me dry.

Wayne, my roommate, bugged me about getting out and meeting some girls, even offered to show me the different places where we could make a pickup. He kidded me about the first time I screwed a girl with what he called my "horse cock" every girl in town would be wanting me. I got around that with the need for studying and working at the cafeteria.

That got me through my first year but even though I got plenty of blowjobs in the park, Wayne's idea of going to be with a girl was intriguing.

Summer at home was boring but I stuck it out working at the local dairy and saving what I could of the money I made. My 21st birthday came and went without much fan fair. Both of my sisters were spending the summer at our grandparents and I saw them once on a weekend when I took a Friday off and drove the 200 miles.

My second year in college and football practice started in August cutting the summer short. I left with my mother hugging me but my dad didn't even come out and say goodbye. Hell, we had hardly spoken all summer.

Wayne was a junior and waiting for me when I got back at the college. He had wrangled a pledge for me in one of the fraternities. That would mean that I wouldn't have to live in the dormitories under the watchful eyes of hall monitors if I was accepted.

The big problem for me in the initiation was Wayne telling the guys about my "horses dick" and wearing a jockstrap and showing it off was great fun for them. It embarrassed me so much I couldn't have gotten a hard on if I had tried. My job was still waiting for me at the cafeteria and things settled down pretty normally for another year. That second year made a big difference in my life.

The hard thing about enjoying sex with a man is that I also learned I enjoyed sex with a woman. A few of my fraternity brothers and I went on the town one night after mid-term exams and in one of the bars we wound up in the woman to man ratio seemed about double in the favor of women. I don't think we had sat down and ordered before several of the girls sort of eased by our booth. One of them, a really cute blond with big breasts half exposed pushed her way into the booth next to me and rub her hand over my thigh saying, "Your really cute wannta buy me a drink?" She run her hand down in my crotch looking at me with a smile on her face. I felt my cock twitch and start getting hard. She let her hand stay in my crotch.

The waiter delivered her drink, something that was supposed to be wine and growled, "That'll be $5 bucks kid but I gotta check your ID first."

I handed him my drivers license and after he checked it he handed it back growling, "You don't look it" and walked away. I remember thinking to myself "what's a 21 year old supposed to look like?"

The cute girl sitting next to me with her hand in my crotch kept squeezing and pulling on my cock until it was stretched down the alongside my thigh. The other guys were in the same situation and not paying any attention to what was happening around them and a couple left with the girls they were with. I really didn't know what I should do. I hadn't been with a girl but I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the small slit in its head. My blonde sipped at her drink and all the time she was squeezing my cock. After a few more minutes she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "that feels like something I want, sooooo big and hot. Lets go too my room."

She pulled me up and I followed embarrassed that everyone else in the bar might see my hardon. I think you could have screamed "fire" and no one would notice.

She led me down a dim lit corridor not letting my arm go. Reaching a door, she leaned over and pulled a key on a chain from between her tits and unlocked the door. A nightlight lighted the room and you couldn't see what was on the walls but it had a twin size bed covered with a sheet and a couple of pillow. There was an open toilet in the corner with a small washbasin with a mirror over it.

After the door was locked, she turned around unsnapping her halter and her tits fell out. I must have been in shock; I couldn't take my eyes off of them. She moved closer and grabbing my cock she smiled and pressing her tits against my chest she almost murmured, "You like them don'tcha kid?"

"Who wouldn't? I managed to croak, my throat was dry.

"It's $20 bucks for a quickie and you can play with them while you fuck me. Longer then your first load and the price goes up."

I nervously managed to pull the money out of my wallet and she took it putting it in her purse. Unsnapping her skirt she tossed it on the back of the only chair in the room and stood in front of me wearing only a thong and she grinned at me, "You gonna strip kid or do you just unzip?"

Pulling my shirt over my head, I felt her hands on my chest and she cooed, "Oh yeah, you've got a nice body, I like'em nice and smooth with muscle. You work out much?"

"No, just football." I stammered fumbling with the snap on my jeans. Finally I unsnapped and pushing the zipper down the fell of the floor and I kicked them to the side. My boxers must have looked like a circus tent. Pulling the waistband out and pushed them down while she unsnapped her thong letting it fall. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light watching my cock bounce up and down. The small patch of blond hair in her crotch transfixed me. I had never seen a girl's cunt before and I swallowed hard trying to feel some saliva but my mouth was to dry.

She stood naked, her tits looked like the headlights on a truck. Not moving she exclaimed softly breathing deep, "Oh god I got a man with a cock not some damn midget. How big is that thing, 8 or 9"?"

"I don't know. I've never measured it, it's always been big."

"Well kid, if your not on the high end of 8" and big as a horse, I'll suck every damn inch of it. Get a condom on that monster. God but it's thick and I need a good fuck by a real cock."

"I don't have any condoms with me. I didn't think I'd be needing any." I stammered again embarrassed.

"Kid, you come to a whore bar without condoms? What did you think we do here just hustle drinks? Never mind, I got some in my purse. Sit on the bed."

She pulled a silver wrapped condom from her purse and biting the foil away pulled it out. Kneeling in front of me between my legs she opened her mouth and lowered her mouth over my throbbing cock taking it in her mouth. Swallowing as much as she could I leaned back on the bed groaning. Her mouth was hot and wet with saliva. Twisting her tongue around a few times she withdrew and slipped the condom over the head and rolled it down to my pubic hair. I was gasping at the feelings she had sent through me sucking just that little bit of my cock.

Looking up at me she said, "Don't you cum yet kid, I want that inside my pussy" and she twisted one of her legs over my head stretching out on the bed the other leg laying across my lap pushing my hard cock down.

I sat still for a minute not really sure what I should do next and she lifted up on her elbows. "I got a hunch you ain't never fucked a girl. You a virgin kid?"

I didn't say anything out of embarrassment and I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

"Yeah, you're a virgin alright. God but I might give your money back. A big cock kid and a virgin to boot, jackpot. Get up between my legs and lay on me, I'll show you what to do."

Moving slowly I did as she said and laid between her legs letting her direct me. I was so hot and horny I was shaking and teasing me she said, "Yeah baby, you want it bad don't you? You want some of Sally's pussy and Sally wants that big cock of yours in her hot dripping pussy. Get up on your knees and lean over me, I'll guide that monster to where it should be."

Again I did as she said and placed both of my hands on the bed on either side of her tits. She reached around me and grabbed my cock. Even with the latex covering me, I felt the head touching the lips of her cunt. She moaned a little locking her legs around my waist, saying "Push it in me kid, fill Sally's cunt with your thick pole, make me cum."

I felt her legs tighten and her heels pushing me inside of her and it felt like I was driving my cock into a furnace she was so hot and I tightened my muscles grinding my cock deeper in her pussy, her legs like a vice around my waist. With each lunge I felt the thick bristle of her pubic hair and mine when my pelvis ground into her. I only drove my cock inside her maybe four or five times and my mind seemed to go blank with fiery balls shooting off in my head, my cock jerking, filling the latex condom with hot cream. Every muscle in my body tightened and my hips held my cock deep in her cunt until I collapsed. Gasping from the intensity of climaxing, I dropped down on her my head between her tits and I could feel the sweat running off of my back.

She didn't say anything right then but my half hard cock was still buried inside of her. After maybe 5 minutes or so she started moving her hips twisting and lifting slowly like she was doing the fucking and not me. My cock started getting hard again and she lifted my head kissing me on the forehead.

"Come on kid, you can do it again. Fuck me baby. You should be ready now that you got rid of the extra you been carrying around."

"But you said..." And she cut me off.

"Ahhh don't worry about what I said. I haven't had a mans cock in my cunt in so long I've forgotten what a real cock feels like. Nothing but midgets in this damn town. A stud like you should be good for a couple of good loads yet and I need that monster of yours filling my pussy. It feels like your ready again. Wish I could tell you what it feels like having a big thick cock in your cunt, nothing like it. Just fuck me kid, don't worry about nothing but fucking your ass off filling my cunt with that sweet thick hard cock."

She was right, I felt like I wanted to fuck all night and my cock was hard as steel, her hips twisting and pushing up meeting each plunge. I pulled out almost dropping out of her and drove it back in grinding my schlong as deep as it would go. She groaned with each driving lunge her fingers raking my back. It felt like she was marking me for life but I wanted her cunt, I wanted to feel my cock swelling and getting harder inside of her. Sweat was pouring off of both of us and I bit the nipples on her tits sending her into frenzy, driving her hips upwards meeting each piston like plunge of my meat. He cunt felt like it was grabbing my cock and my nuts were boiling the juice rising with volcanic force when she shuddered and screamed, "fuck me kid, oh god fuck the shit out of me, gimme that meat."

Her screaming, scratching my back and biting my shoulder sent me over the edge and my cock exploded, jerking. I felt the cream of my nuts gushing hot and thick into the condom. I lost it for a minute and I pushed in as deep as I could burying her head in the pillow just as we both collapsed in an almost exhausted heap me on top of her, her legs still locked around me.

Breathing heavily for a few minutes she dropped her legs on the bed and my softening still half hard cock slowly slipped from her pussy. I nibbled on her nipples a couple of times squeezing her tits gently while she stroked my head.

"You like eating my tits don't you kid? What the hell is your name, I can't keep calling you kid?"

"Conrad."

"Well Conrad, you can nibble on my tits anytime as long as I get that cock of yours inside me. You learn real quick for a virgin. I haven't been screwed like you just did in a long time. Takes a good man to make me cum. Most of us whores control it and get it over quick but when I saw what you are packing I wanted it bad. You liked it didn't you for your first time."

"Yeah, I sure did. Never felt anything like it before. If I had the money we could do it again but I don't." "And I bet you could but I've got to make a living. Lets get cleaned up." She said twisting off the bed.

I moved of the bed my cock hanging down and she stripped the condom off of me. My cock was slick with cum and she kneeled down quickly taking it in her mouth and sucking the cum off. I stiffened and started getting hard again but she stood up grinning at me.

"Yeah, I bet you could fuck again. God but you sure get hard fast." She said wiping me dry with a soft towel my cock standing out like a steel rod.

Flushing the condom down the toilet she took a notebook and pen out of her purse and wrote on it. Neither one of us had dressed and she turned towards me her tits moving like soft firm jelly and I could still feel a fire burning in my loins.

"You better get your mind off of it or you'll never go soft. I can see you walking through the bar with that thing hard. Might make an impression of some people."

"Sorry Sally, its kind of hard with you standing naked your tits' jutting out like my cock is. I wish I had the money, I'd like to fuck you again."

"Oh you will stud, if you want to. Here's my address and phone number. I got a place over on Third Street. Give me a call if you really want to have sex with me again. No charge. I want to teach you how to really make love to a woman not this slam-bang shit. This is money making not love making. How about it Conrad? I know I'm probably twice your age but I know a lot more then you do about what a woman likes besides just a big cocked stud." Sally said snapping her skirt and halter on.

I took the slip of paper and stuffed it in my jeans pocket pulling them on and then my shirt. I couldn't find my sneakers at first in the dim light. They were under the sink.

Slipping my feet in them, Sally unlocked the door and we went back inside the bar. My buddies were in the same booth drinking beer. Sally leaned over and whispered in my ear before we were at the table, "Call me Conrad, please" and she walked to where some other girls were standing.

I ordered a beer and we sat in the booth for a few more minutes kidding each other about the girls. I didn't say much except that my blonde was a pretty good fuck but I'd had better. That got a loud heehaw out of them and one of the said "Oh yeah, I'll bet. Probably the first piece of ass you ever had."

I couldn't avoid that challenge and grinning I took a swig of my beer saying, "Maybe you fuck an ass but I like screwing a pussy." The brag was not that far wrong and the other guys laughed. The strange thing about the brag was the thought of screwing some hard muscled guys ass made my breath catch and I had a cock hardening vision of my cock sinking in a tight asshole.

I visited Sally several times after that night even after I met Elizabeth. . . . . . .Sally enjoyed screwing but I couldn't get to first base with Elizabeth and attractive girl I met at a co-ed frat party. I'd seen her in one or two of my classes but she always seemed aloof and unavailable. I thought she was probably already pinned so I didn't try anything.

After the party though we started seeing each other on a more or less regular basis. We went on the usual dates, movies, swimming parties, visits to various museums, etc. I liked her but she was more reserved then most girls would be when dating.

Every time Elizabeth and I were out and I tried putting the make on her she was like a cock teaser. Petting and kissing would arouse both of us and my cock would get hard as steel, she would be almost panting but the minute I put my hand in her crotch she became cold and withdrawn. Her usual excuse was she wasn't ready for that or she was in the middle of her monthly. Those evenings usually wound up with me either jerking off in the bathroom in the fraternity house of giving Sally a call and when I got in bed with her it would only be a couple of quick jabs and I'd blow a wad. Right after one of my failures with Elizabeth I was horny as hell and I called Sally asking her if I could visit. When she answered her door, she was dressed in street clothes instead of the dressing gown she usually wore.

"Come on in kid, Elizabeth turn you down again?" She said just a little sarcastically.

"It's that obvious Sally." I said. "I don't know why she keeps turning me down after letting me get all worked up and horny. Your dressed, going out?"

"Yeah, I can't make a living screwing you every time your little girlfriend turns you down. It seems like the only time you call me is when your horny from not getting any from her. Look Conrad, we better call this off. As much as I enjoy your big cock fucking my cunt, there isn't anything there anymore. You were a good fuck until you met Elizabeth and I enjoyed every time we were in bed but no more. I'd be better off if you went too the park and got a blowjob instead of screwing me like a rabbit and then going on back too her. At least that way I could make money instead of giving it away. It might not be as good but it pays the rent. I don't mind you having a girl Conrad, hell most of my clients have girls or wives and want a little on the side but this girl has got your mind all screwed up and I can't help you there. You've got to work that out with her."

I knew inside of me that she was right. I didn't realize then that I had been using her and taking my frustrations out on her instead of trying to solve them with Elizabeth. Sally had taught me a lot and I felt guilty listening to her tell me the truth. It's always hard listening to what you know is right.

"Your right Sally, I know it but it was just so much easier coming too you. Elizabeth gets me so frustrated that the only thing I can think of is getting in bed with you. She is great to be around and I guess in a way I love her but it's real hard when she lets me go so far and then cuts it off. My cock and balls ache when she does that too me and I don't know why she does it."

"Because she very probably thinks sex is for when you are married not just given away. Not many girls are like that anymore Conrad but you aren't going to get in her pants without a commitment, marriage."

"But I'm not ready for marriage Sally. Christ, I've still got two more years of college to get through before I think about that and I'm not sure I will be then."

"What you mean is you like sex and you like getting your cock sucked as well as fucking a girl. Don't you?"

"What, what makes you say that Sally?" I stammered caught off guard.

"Oh shit Conrad, don't be so damned nave. I've seen the way you react when I've sucked your cock, you like it. I've watched how you get all breathless and tighten up when I jerk you off and then just before you get ready to shoot you damn near drive it down my throat when I wrap my lips around it. I've felt the way you run your hands over my body squeezing what little muscle I have and the way you like sucking on my tits. Admit it Conrad, you're bi-sexual. You like being with Elizabeth and maybe the security she offers and if it weren't her it would be another girl. Hell's bells, marry the girl if she'll have you and she probably does or she wouldn't be sticking around getting just as frustrated as you do.

I'll bet she masturbates using a dildo after you and she have been together. Girls do that Conrad. We get just as frustrated as guys do when we don't get it. Lots of girls hit on gay guys and then when they find out they are gay; they wind up using a dildo or finger fucking themselves. I've been in bed with some gay guys who want to try fucking a girl and when they can't get it up we just sit and talk like we are now. The only difference with you is that you like pussy and getting your cock sucked. How many times have you had some guy suck you off? Plenty I bet with that monster swinging between your legs, a cock like you have is hard to hide and draws gays like flies. There's nothing wrong with it Conrad, just get off the fence and admit you swing both ways. I had an idea you were the first time we got in bed and I had to show you what to do. Remember when I sucked your cock before I put the condom on? I knew then you liked being sucked off but I wanted to feel your cock stretching my pussy. Hell, I don't mind sucking some guys cock but you like it both ways Conrad."

Sally hit me right in the gut with what I was afraid to admit to myself, she was right. I liked sex with men and women but the specter of being found out haunted me ever since my high school coach had seduced me but I let him wanting to see what it was like. When I met Sally in the bar I could have talked my way out of it but I wanted to find out what screwing a girl was like. When one of my buddies had mentioned fucking some guy's ass I liked the idea but I hadn't found anyone that would let me. They all said I was too big for them. The main thing though was I still had the fear of discovery haunting me. I wasn't gay or straight I liked both ways.

"I guess I still have a lot to learn Sally. I'm sorry if I've hurt you though. I really did enjoy being with you."

"And I liked it Conrad, I still do. But you've got to come to grips with yourself and coming too me all the time is not going to help you out. I wouldn't mind a good screw every now and then but get right with yourself and Elizabeth or who ever first. Whoever she is, she will really enjoy that first ride. I wish I'd met you twenty years ago. You wouldn't have any trouble finding out which way you liked it. I'd drain your nuts dry every night. But if you still wanted to get sucked or suck some other guy that would have been alright too." She said grinning.

Looking back I guess I was wishing Elizabeth was like Sally but she wasn't.

Sally and I left her house together and I watched as she drove away, still frustrated. My cock was half hard and it tingled with feeling of pre-cum oozing out. She must have known what went on in the small park not that far from the college but it surprised me when she mentioned it. I drove there, parking on a dark side street.

The park was only about two blocks square but there were always several men and some boys lurking in the shadows rubbing their crotches when you walked by. The park was perfect for cruising; almost like it was designed for picking someone up and I had been in it a few times before and after I met Sally. The trees were old and bushes were on each side of the walkways. Benches were scattered around with some sitting beneath the almost yellow streetlights. The park wasn't crawling with guys looking for sex but there were enough and from the way the stood or looked at you, you knew what they were looking for.

Older men sat on most of the benches wearing a top coat on cool nights but they would flip it open when you walked in front of them showing what they had. Every now and then there would be some young teenager sitting on one or two with his cock out stroking it until you walked by and then they would act like they were innocent but their hands didn't cover their hard cocks. It was almost like a smorgasbord and you could pick what you wanted.

I wasn't interested in any teenager. It was rumored that the cops used them as plants to catch gays and arrest them. I walked by a couple that looked like they were jailbait age. Even with some of the older guys you were still taking a chance but it was safer. I spotted a nice looking guy leaning against the base of a statue smoking a cigarette in a circular part of the walkway. There was a men's room on one side of the circle and a woman's on the other side. He looked like he might be in his twenties or early thirties. When I got a little closer he dropped his hand over his crotch and turning walked into the men's room building.

I hesitated for just a moment trying to act like I was undecided about needing the rest room or not. I didn't see anyone else around and followed him inside. There were three urinals against one wall, two open stalls with dirty commodes and two washbasins but no mirrors. The room was lit by a dirty what might have been a 100watt bulb. The young man I had followed was standing at the center urinal and I could see his right arm moving as if he was jerking off. I used the urinal to his left and fishing my hardening cock out I glanced over at him as he looked at me.

"Hi." He said softly. "Great night to be out for a walk isn't it?" His eyes dropped down looking at my cock.

"Yeah." I said a little nervous. "You come here often?"

"Nah, not much." He said still looking at my cock as I stroked it slowly. He was breathing a little heavy and stroking his cock a little faster. He had about 6" or 7" uncut and thick. I moved my hand towards him but he pulled away.

"Not in here man, someone might walk in. You got a place we can go?"

"No, how about you?"

"Me neither. How about my car? We can go there it would be safer."

"Sure, where is it?" I said turning and giving him a better look at my throbbing meat. He gasped a little and started to reach for it but drew back stuffing his cock in his jeans.

I slowly stroked my cock while he stood there watching and lit another cigarette. I moved a little more so he could get a better look and watched the door in case someone did walk in.

Even in the dim light I could see his eyes gleam and he was licking his lips. Hunching back a little, sucking my gut in and pulling the waistband of my jeans out with my thumb I stuffed my wet cock back in my fly and pulled the zipper up slowly over the thick bulge. He moved to the door and turning around he whispered, "Give me a few seconds and then follow okay?"

I waited about 10 seconds and then walked out. I saw the guy walking slowly maybe 30 or 40 feet down the walkway, he glanced over his shoulder and flicked his cigarette in the bushes. I followed slowly and lost sight of him for a second before I reached the park entrance, he was standing on the other side of the street next to a jet black Corvette. When he saw me coming out of the park he walked around the car and opened the driver side door getting in and looking back in my direction.

I looked around for a few seconds before walking across the street glancing at my watch. It was just a little after 9PM so I had plenty of time before curfew.

I could see the guy watching me and I heard a clicking sound when I walked around the tail of his car. I figured the car had electric locks and he had unlocked the passenger side door. I looked around again before getting in. Corvettes have just barely enough room for two and it was pretty tight when I squeezed into the bucket seat.

"Damn, there's not much room in here and that console gear shift won't help if we are going to do anything." I said, pulling the door shut and looking at him. He was nice looking, with a smooth close shaven square jaw, full lips and dark hair. In the darkness his eyes looked black but were probably brown. I could see little flickers like small lightening bolts in them. He was wearing a light tan windbreaker with an open throated blue shirt under it and stonewashed jeans. His crotch looked full and I reached over the console squeezing his cock tight. He gave a deep sigh and sliding his arm under mine gripped my cock tight Twisting in his seat he reached over with his other hand and started fumbling with my zipper.

"Here, let me." I said lifting my hips unsnapping my jeans and pulling the zipper down. I had switched from boxers to briefs so I pushed my jeans down a little while he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down a little. He didn't take his eyes off of me and when my cock jumped half way out he gasped again.

"God but your big, how big is it?"

"I don't know but it's big enough." I said a little irritated. I hated that question and still do.

"I'll say it is, I don't think I can take it. You must be bigger then me by about 3" or so. I'm only a little over 6". Jesus you're big." He said squeezing my cock while I squeezed his.

"Just suck the head of it then." I growled feeling my seat back moving backwards and I realized he had pushed the seat adjustment controls.

I turned my hips towards him as he leaned over the cars console and when his lips touched the head I pushed my hips forward feeling the head of my cock slid in his mouth. I groaned. "Oh yeah man suck that cock" and I pushed a little feeling more of my meat slid in until he gagged. He withdrew a little but left most of my cock in his mouth, his tongue felt like a hot flame twisting around its thickness. I could feel the juice boiling and it would not be that long and I'd fill his mouth with cum. Just as I was really starting to feel good a car drove by slowly. He held my cock until it passed and then sat up. I groaned feeling my hot cum draining back in my nuts.

"Christ man, you almost had me off." I groaned softly.

"I'm sorry but I didn't think we would have any trouble here. I can't afford to get caught and that might have been an undercover police car."

"It's gone now, go ahead and finish me off."

"What about me? Aren't you going to get me off after I finish you?" I hesitated for a second and then said, "sure just as soon as you finish with me. You got me hot as hell and it won't take long before I cum."

He didn't know that I had never sucked a cock when he asked me that question. No one had ever asked me, I was always the one that was sucked off and then they left. Right then though, I was so fucking hot and horny I would have sucked anyone off, I'd thought of it often enough.

He sat looking at me for a few minutes thinking about what I didn't know. The only thing I could think of was getting my rocks off.

"What's your name?" He asked softly still playing with his cock.

"Conrad, what's yours?"

"Lane" he said, starting the car. "Pull your jeans up."

It was like a command not a request and I said, "Whoa, where are we going?"

"Some place a lot more comfortable and safer then here." He said putting the car in gear and started pulling away from the curb.

In an almost panic, I grabbed his arm and reached for the door handle. "You can let me out here, I'm not going anywhere."

He pushed the clutch in and the car settled down to a low rumble. "If you want Conrad but let me unlock the door for you."

My cock was still hard, my jeans still unzipped and he didn't seem like the kind that would hurt someone. I held his arm but not as tight. "Where were you going?" I asked just a little apprehensive.

"Too my house not far from here."

"I thought you didn't have a place? That's what you said when I asked you in the bathroom."

"I don't take many people too my home Conrad but I'd like to take you if you want. There are to many screwballs and kids that can get you in trouble. You don't look like a screwball or a kid, how old are you? I'm 25."

"22 almost 23." I said breathing a little easier.

"I thought you might be about that old. How about it, you want to come or stay here? I promise you, it will be more comfortable, nothing kinky and just you and me."

I glanced down at my watch and he asked.

"What time is your curfew?"

"Midnight, how do you know I have a curfew?"

"That's the college curfew. I always checked the time whenever I met someone and I was in college."

"Yeah but some of the guys know how to get in after that. I still have a little over 2 hours."

"That should be enough time." He said releasing the clutch and moving away from the curb. I managed to get my cock back in my jeans. Only half hard made it a little easier and easier to zip up. Lane was driving with his jeans still open and his cock had softened but it was still visible in the dash lights. The head was peeping out of his foreskin and there was a small drop of pre-cum just oozing from the oval slit. I licked my lips wondering what it would taste like. I had tasted my own cum but that was all. When I tasted mine I wondered if another guys would taste the same, salty and sweet at the same time.

Lane drove about 10 minutes on the parkway and then swung off on a street with older homes and trees. I saw the name Belmont Ave on the street sign as he turned onto it. I recognized the area but had never been on the street before. It was one of the neighborhoods that the homes were being restored to their original condition.

Lane's was an older Tudor style beautifully restored and I wondered how a guy only 25 could afford that kind of house.

He drove between two tall cedar trees on a concrete drive lined with bushes. Stopping under a portico I saw a two-car garage in the distance before he turned the car lights off. Pushing a button on a small remote, lights lit up in the bushes, they looked like little stars twinkling in a dark sky.

"My dad's idea, he liked gadgets. There are more all over the place. Come on inside." He said snapping the top of his jeans shut but he didn't pull his zipper shut.

The word "liked" when he spoke of his dad registered in my mind but I didn't push at. Following Lane inside was like entering another era. In most homes you either enter through the front into a living room, foyer or through the kitchen. We entered through a fully glassed solarium with plants everywhere and comfortable overstuffed wicker furniture. The floor was a dark terrazzo tile. I'm no expert but the house looked as if it was professionally decorated, antique furniture, strategically placed lamps and tables. I followed him up a wide staircase to the second floor. When we reached the top he pushed a few buttons on the wall and the house went dark on the first floor. Lane smiled at me, saying, "I told you, he put them everywhere."

The second floor hallway was more of the same. Wall sconces on the walls with small orange lights, large chairs against the walls and then it dawned on me, the house was decorated like an English Manor house.

Lane's bedroom was entirely different, modern furniture with a large king sized bed that dominated the room. Thick carpets, huge walk-in closets and an in the wall bar with indirect lighting that bathed the room in a soft glow. He punched a few more buttons and the room was flooded with very soft music. I was starting to feel a little out of place, glued to one spot just inside the door.

"Don't let it get too you Conrad, it's just a bedroom." Lane said stripping off his jacket and throwing it in the direction of a closet.

"To you maybe but I have never seen anything like this even in a motel." I said softly still rooted in one spot.

When Lane removed his jacket it was more then obvious that he had a beautiful body. His shoulders were wide and his jeans fit like a glove around his narrow waist and hips. Even with his zipper still open I could see he was all lean muscle. Unbuttoning his shirt, he moved towards me pulling it off. His body was lean sculpted muscle with fantastic definition, not the bulking bulge of a bodybuilder. My cock started stretching down my thigh, as he got closer, his amber eyes locked with mine. The thought of when my high school coach had seduced me flashed through my mind but Lane was not a coach. He was living rippling muscle with beautiful glowing eyes and auburn hair.

Lifting his arms he placed his hands on either side of my face and his lips felt like soft velvet as he kissed me and huskily whispered, "are you going to join me or would you rather drop your jeans?"

He didn't wait for my answer, pulling my t-shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor. I could see his eyes glow deeper amber and feel his hands moving over my chest.

"Yes, I could tell you were well developed. Great definition, well proportioned." He said, his hands moving feeling, probing.

"Not like you."

"You can be with a little work." He said softly brushing his lips over mine and I felt my cock jerk.

Unsnapping each other's jeans, we pushed them down and my cock sprang free like a whip slapping against my flat stomach. Lane didn't stop until my jeans fell around my ankles.

With jeans still around out ankles we slid closer into each other's arm. I was going where I had never been before and I felt my body shudder when his chest pressed against mine, our cocks crushed between us as we both ground our hips tight. The ecstasy of holding him rushed through me and I moaned, "Oh Christ Lane, I'm going to cum before we even get in bed."

Dropping his hands down he grabbed my ass and pulled my pelvis against his and the pressure on my cock was so intense I groaned again feeling the fire in my nuts boiling. I leaned my forehead on his chest thrusting my hips against the grinding force of his and I heard him moan "yeah Conrad, blow it kid shoot that wad, empty your nuts."

Lane was moaning and grinding his cock hard against mine. Pre-cum must have been flowing from both of us in rivers it felt hot and slick. I squeezed his chest tight against mine driving my cock upwards over his rock ribbed abdominal muscles, the fire inside of me exploding like a cataclysmic eruption of hot thick cream. The feelings were so intense, I heard myself groaning loudly, "Christ, Christ, Christ" when out of the intense fog of my ejaculation I heard Lane gasping just as loudly " Oh yeah, yeah baby mix it with mine." His body stiffened and the heat of his ejaculation was like molten lava rushing up and over us covering our chests and hard flat stomachs.

We stood leaning on each other for what seemed ages. His head was on my shoulder and mine on his. I felt us both relaxing and for an instant it felt like we would collapse. I had been sucked and fucked but I never felt intensity like I had just experienced. I never had the hard muscled body of another man against mine and it was like power was being exchanged between us. Electric like feelings seemed to rush through each muscle expanding, charging them until it was like an explosion from an overload.

"Whoa Lane, that was fantastic, god but you felt so hot." I said leaning back in his arms.

"Yeah." He said looking at me and I could have drowned in their softness. "You really had me charged up and I didn't want you to stop, I wanted to feel your cock exploding against mine. You sure had a load stored up didn't you?"

"You've done it before that way?" I asked.

"Nope, you are the first and it felt great. Let's take a quick shower before we drip all over the carpets. We both unloaded pretty good and my hair is starting to feel like a sponge and I'm sure yours is too."

Lane was right, the cum was starting to run downward and I didn't think we would make it to the bathroom before we dripped on the carpets. Pulling my jeans off first I grabbed my briefs and wiped our thighs. He grinned at me when I brushed the cloth over his cock.

"You make me a little envious Conrad."

"Don't be, you've got plenty and thicker then mine."

He did have a nice cock and probably a little more then 7". We both were built the same in the cock department except mine was longer and he had an edge in the thickness. We both were thick at the base and shaped like torpedoes with thick-sheathed heads. Lane's thick auburn hair made his cock looks like a gleaming white tube of thick flesh hanging quietly but ready when excited. I looked pretty much the same except my pubic hair was almost straw colored, thick and soft but between being blond or light brown.

We both were about the same height. I was 5'11" and his eyes were level with mine. I weighed 165 and he might have been a little more because of his muscles. I didn't think he had noticed me looking his body over until he said.

"Pass inspection."

"Shit Lane, I didn't think you saw me. I was just comparing more or less. We are pretty much the same except for the hair and eye difference. You've got more muscle and you're probably a few pounds heavier, that's all."

"Pretty much I guess. Dad always insisted on staying in shape. He worked out almost every day but I don't like big bulging muscles like he did.

"You were smoking in the park Lane. Did your dad smoke?"

"My god no!!! He would have killed me if he ever saw it. I don't inhale smoke but once in awhile I like tasting the flavor of the tobacco and I guess it makes me look a little sexier holding a cigarette. There are no cigarette ashtrays in the house." He said adjusting the shower water.

I stood back until he said. "Come on, haven't you ever taken a shower with another man?"

The shower was just about as big as the schools locker room showers. There were two large overhead showerheads and it was like rain was falling indoors.

Lanes wet body glistened like burnished gold in the soft indirect lightening. His amber eyes flashed golden and then a soft almost yellowish light brown. He was teasing me running his soapy hands over his chest and down into his groin, his fingers squeezing the base of his cock and I started getting hard again.

He flashed a brilliant smile watching me. "You do get hard pretty quickly Con for having just dropped a load."

"What do you expect standing there like a living golden statue, teasing me. Your fantastic Lane, I've never met anyone like you." I said as seductively as I could make it sound.

Moving closer I slipped my arms around his waist as my cock slid between his legs and when I felt the head of his cock touch my gut I pulled him in hard against me. It felt as if I had plunged my cock in Sally's pussy, hot, soft and wet. Lane groaned from deep in his throat and squeezed his thighs tighter around my cock.

The rain fell over us as he pulled me tighter against his chest one hand on the back of my head, pressing his lip to mine. I felt his tongue probing demanding entrance into my mouth and I opened my lips and tasted his sweet saliva our tongues twisting and exploring. The second time Lane had kissed me but this time I wanted to taste and feel his mouth and lips. It was as if Lane was giving me an aphrodisiac and a wave of desire swept over me.

I forgot all about curfew. A new door opened and I was rushing through, a new realm too be explored.

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