Cumming Home

Notice: This is a fictional story involving two guys having sex. If ya don't like it, drink some beers and try it you loser.

Cumming Home

By

MoveUpSide@aol.com

After sixty three days on the road, coming home is just wonderful. I'm the lead singer of a band. We're a young, college aged band, beginning to have some success. After three years of kicking ass on the New England music scene, we got picked up for this college tour. And now we were home, for the next seven weeks. After that, summer time, and hopes of getting picked up for one of the festivals. Maybe even a national TV show. Our album sales were good and it seemed to us like we had only a few weeks left before our dreams came true.

And now, we were home. I was so happy. I missed home. And more importantly, I had missed one of my little rituals. Grocery shopping. I know, it sounds stupid, but frankly I don't care about the groceries. I figured that while I was gone, I'd get over him, but somehow I couldn't forget my little bag boy. Well, not little. Ray, or so his name tag read, was six foot tall with brown hair and gorgeous eyes. The standard uniform looked good on him. White collared shirt with a tie and a blue apron. But this boy was different. His pants were Billabongs, and they were tattered on the bottom. I learned in earlier conversations that he was in high school and an amateur snow boarder. Foolish huh? How does a twenty five year old guy fall for a kid like this one? Personality. This kid had loads of it. He remembers me when I come in to the store. He doesn't know what I do for a living. I wish he would ask. Maybe I could invite him to a show, get him drunk and ... .damn, I should just get over him.

Well, I can't. As soon as I got home and unpacked I headed for the store. I told myself it was for necessities. But why did I shower and get dressed nicely for it? I wore a shirt I picked up on the road, with a big middle finger on it. I was hoping to impress my boy.

I drove by the windows of the store, a nice little family run shop on the seacoast of New Hampshire. I'm not sure about the person who hires the kids, but God bless `em. These kids were all gorgeous. And that uniform. Damn. I shoulda gone to prep school.

I saw my baby and he was cashiering. "Hmm," I mused, "A promotion." Lane number nine would soon be my destination. I picked up a full cart. Not that I needed it. It would just be more time with Ray. I was nervous. Would he remember me? Or would I have to start all over? "Good," I thought, "Nobody in his line."

I started unloading. "Hey! I remember you. Where've you been?"

"Oh, hey Ray. What's up? I was -- uh -- on the road."

"Tell me you're not a salesman." He was sort of serious, and kind of mocking me.

"No dude. I'm in a band."

"Fuck you. Ooops. Oh God. Don't tell my manager I said that. You're in a band?"

"Yeah."

Ray looked impressed. "What's the name? You play around here?"

"The band is called College Word. (Stupid I know. But we smoke a lot of pot ... somehow that explains it.) I'm the lead singer."

"SHUT UP! Damn! You're the guy from College Word. You guys rock. Fuck no way. Dude, I tried to get tickets to your show at the Middle East. It's sold out."

"Bud, there's no way you're buying tickets. Let me comp you two. How's that?"

Ray nearly jumped out of his shoes. "Oh my God. This is awesome." He looked to his sacker, a girl, and nothing I'd be interested in. "This dude's the singer in College Word."

She stared. "I hate that music." She walked away.

Ray was mortified. "Dude. I'm sorry. She's a bitch. She likes the Back Street Boys, so what does she know. You shouldn't pick your music just cause the guys are hot."

WOW. I wish Ray liked my music cause he thought I was hot. I had to get going. My cock was bulging. Ray was finishing the order. "Well Ray, why don't you write down your last name and I'll put your name on the list at the Middle East."

Ray started writing. "Why are you being so nice to me? You're too cool."

"Consider it a gift. For your promotion."

"Yeah. I made cashier." Somehow, Ray remained cool while sounding excited about the promotion. That made his personality endearing. "Look!" Ray caught my attention and opened his mouth. Right in the middle of his tongue was a phat tongue ring. With two big studs on either side.

"Nice." I thought I'd cum right there. "You're mom have to sign for that?"

"No dude. I turned eighteen two months ago. You like it?"

"I love it. Look. I'll have your name at the door. And here's a little something for your birthday." I flipped him a twenty dollar bill. What the hell was I thinking? Well, he was no longer illegal at least. Tim tried to give me the money back and I wouldn't take it. I wanted to do everything I could to make this piece of tender meat totally happy.

The show at the Middle East rocked. I looked for Ray the whole time. I left him two tickets and one backstage pass. A dirty trick most rock-n-roll guys use to get what they want without having to fight that someone specials guest for it. It was good to be home. We finished our set and headed up for the green room. Finally, we had a road crew that would clean up our gear and ship it. No more lugging amps for a while. I was nervous about Ray showing up in the green room with a pass dangling from his tasty neck. Would the guys figure out what I was up to? They all knew I was gay. But this boy was seven years younger than me, and he looked even younger. But Ray never showed up to the green room.

The other guys were headed out, I wanted to head home. I took off out the back and headed down the alley for the parking lot. "Ryan wait!" I heard his voice behind me. My hopes climbed along with my cock.

"Ray, where ya been?" His shirt was torn, he was sweating, a little blood on his head -- damn he was gorgeous. Fuck the grocery uniform. This kid looked hot in his civies. The tear on his shirt revealed his nipple, hard and firm. Damn I wanted to suck it right there.

"Dude, I lost my pass in the mosh pits. You guys rocked." Ray hugged me. His next sentence was rushed. "I don't mean to be a pain, but can I ask another favor. I'm stuck for a ride. No, forget it, you're a big rock star-- What was--"

"Ray, I'm on my way back home. Let's go." We talked the whole way home. We were so busy talking, I hadn't noticed but I was pulling up to my condo complex.

"Oh shit. Dude, I forgot to take you home."

"That's okay. I can crash here if that's cool with you?"

Oh God I don't believe it. "Sure bud. C'mon in."

We got into the house and I gave him a quick tour. We headed into the living room. I put on the black lights, and the posters glowed in the light. I put on my favorite pot smoking music. An album by this band called LOA. They were from Atlanta and had a mix of rap, funk and Phish with pot laden lyrics. I loved it. I took out my three foot bong. "You smoke pot Ray?"

"Yeah." We smoked for half an hour. Going through four of five bowls. Then Ray asked the nightmare question. "Ryan, do you have a girlfriend?"

Panic. Do I tell him? Well dude, it's now or never. Besides, there are other grocery stores. "No dude. Don't be scared, but I'm gay."

"Why would I be scared?"

"Well dude, you don't know me, you're in a strange house, and I'm gay. That's probably a little scary for you."

Ray looked at me point blank. "Dude, I don't care. Do you have a boyfriend?"

I was a little stunned. "Nope."

We sat in silence. It was killing me. Then I got to checking out the patterns in the carpet. This was some killer herb. I looked to Ray. He looked pained.

"What's up buddy?" I hate to see someone at my house unhappy.

"Okay dude. I've never told anyone this before. But--I--uh--I own a Back Street Boys Album."

"Ray, I don't care what music -- oooooh -- Shit. You really, um, like the Back Street Boys?" I was pretty certain this kid was trying to come out to me. But I didn't want to take any chances.

"Dude. I hate their music -- but I can't stop watching them. I look for their videos -- they're--I'm sorry."

"Ray. What do I care if you're gay? I think it's cool you told me."

"Ryan, can we, you know, while we're stoned." Man this kid was more than coming out.

"Buddy, I don't want to take advantage of you." As much as I wanted to do this, I felt it was important to not push him.

"Dude. Not for nothing. But how many chances am I gonna get to sleep with a rock star?"

I smiled. "As many as you want. C'mon." I took him by the hand and chased up the stairs into the bedroom.

"Ryan, I'm nervous."

"You just relax bud. Let the pot run it's course. Sex feels great when you're stoned."

We walked into my room and I lit a candle. I took off my shirt to reveal what I thought was my best asset, my chest and abs. I was six foot three, slender and lean. I kept my brown hair in a George Clooney cut. And I had brown eyes, I hate my eyes, but my first boyfriend said they were my best part. My pecs were not stacked, but they were there, with big sand dollar nipples that got hard when the wind blew. And my abs were solid. I didn't work out much, it was a natural look. With the little path of pubic hair from my navel to my cock. Ray started to take off his shirt. I took his hands in mine and together we revealed his chest. Even in the candle light, I could see this kid was stacked. Who would've known? That grocery store would have killer sales if it made this kid work with no shirt on. I'd be there daily.

Ray put a nervous hand on my chest. He rubbed my nipple and pleasures I had not felt in some time surged across my body. He bent his head down and began to tongue my nipple. Then I felt it. The tongue piercing. My dick sprang to a hardness I had not felt before. I've never been with someone who had piercings. I wasn't sure how someone was going to be able to follow this.

I pulled Tim's head to my nipple. Not wanting that tongue anywhere but where it was. Ray lapped away. I crushed his head to my chest, then I started to run my fingers through his buzz cut. I loved the smoothness of his hair. And his tongue was taking me to new levels. Slowly his face started moving up my chest, then my neck. He gingerly kissed my chin. Then he raised his head and stared me right in the eye. He had eyes that spoke volumes. "I can't believe we're finally doing this. I never thought my first time would be like this."

I choked. "This is your first time?"

"Yeah." His response was so shy and innocent. In the dim light, I could see how nervous he was.

I ate his mouth. That's the only way I can describe it. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and flicked that piercing with my tongue. His hands were rubbing my back, and then I could feel him tense. Strong fingers grabbed what little flesh he could muster from my back. His hands rubbed deep into my muscles. He whimpered. I pulled off.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I was afraid. I couldn't hurt him. I was falling in love. And there was no way I wanted any of this to hurt.

"Don't ever stop again." He burst into my mouth and ran that piercing across my tongue. Now it was my turn to feel the power. I grabbed him closer to me and ran my hands all over his back. He had a strong back and it was obvious he worked out. Kissing was great, but there'd be time for that later. I had to have his cock.

I brought my hands around to his front. He wore his boxers exposed a little. It was so sexy. I began to unbutton his jeans. He still kissed me, but he brought his hands down to help me with his fly. I opened his jeans and pushed them down as far as I could. We still stood there, kissing. As much as I wanted to break the kiss, he was so good at it -- I couldn't. I worked my way inside his boxers and found paradise. This kid had a huge dick, at least eight inches, it was hard and thick. I let my fingertips explore each and every crevice, experiencing the tenderness of skin that is rarely exposed. I didn't want it exposed for much longer. I had a nice warm home for it.

As I stroked his hot cock, he met my rhythm with his tongue in my mouth. The slow stroking along my tongue with the stud of the piercing made me the hottest I'd ever been. The hard thing about being that hot, that early in a sex session is wondering how you were going to follow it. But I was ready for the thrill and up to the task.

I pulled my mouth away from Ray's. "What's the matter?", he asked me. He looked hurt.

"Not a thing baby. I just -- is it okay if I suck your cock."

He smiled. Then he pecked me on the lips. I kissed him back quickly. "I'll see you later." I smiled then kissed him on the chin. I drew a path down his neck to his chest. I nuzzled my nose on his baby soft skin. God, so young, so hot, and mine for the night.

I trailed down to his abs and kissed his navel tickling it with my tongue. I discovered a little trail of hair, thin and shorter than mine, stretching from his navel and further south. I kissed it, nuzzled it and licked it. It was my path. An undiscovered frontier, there for my conquering.

My hands trailed down to his hips. He was so lean and so hot. I grabbed his sides and held them firm. Then I took him in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cock. Lick it, explore it, but I couldn't. I had to just swallow it. All the cocks I'd sucked before, and this one was like no other. This kid had touched my soul. And his cock was big enough touch it again. I heard him murmur when I swallowed him.

"Uhhhn. Ryan."

I sucked as hard as I could. Wanting to rip that monster off his body so I could keep it. Up and down his cock I stroked. I felt him tense. And I backed off. He calmed a little.

"Damn buddy," Ray whispered, "you are so fucking good at this. I can't believe this is what it's like."

I traced my tongue along his dick and down to his balls. I sucked only one in. That's all that could fit. I licked and sucked at it. And hummed. An old trick. Tim's legs slammed around my head. A palm crash landed on my head and Ray shoved my head further into his balls. I sucked more and hummed. Flicking my tongue as fast as I could. Then I let that testicle out of my mouth and sucked in the other. I thought my head would explode when Tim's legs crushed around my head. It only made me hotter.

I pushed down on his thighs and pulled my head up off his balls and drank his cock in again. He bucked his thighs and fucked my mouth hard. My legs curled up, and my hands tightened around his waist. I'd never felt such sexual energy. He ripped the sheets off the bed and kept yelling, "Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck." Over and over again. I sucked hard on that cock of his. He bucked and bucked. The rhythm climbed and our pace grew. I started to stroke his body with my hands. My nose would slam into his pubic hair, then fly back up along his cock. All the while taking in his sweat boy scent.

He grabbed my forehead with one hand, and slammed the other over and over again into the bed. Then he tensed. I felt the energy well up inside of him. Then he shot his load right to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I sucked and sucked. Dining on his fantastic load. I swallowed all that I could. But this boy just kept pumping. Our stride slowed and I began to lap the piece of meat that had just punctured my whole body. I couldn't leave it alone. I cleaned it thoroughly then slowly guided my tongue up his torso.

I looked him in the face and we smiled. "Holy shit." Ray was exhausted.

"Ray. That was--well. Man I've never had anything like that."

"Ryan, that was my first one. It was so, so fucking hot."

"Yeah buddy. It was."

We lay there for a few minutes and Ray drifted off to sleep. I rested my head on his chest and watched his cock as my head rose and fell with each of his slow, deep breaths. "Sleep my little wonder. We've got all night."

He put his hand on my head. I kissed his belly, and went to sleep.

I woke a while later. My eyes opened and Ray was staring me in the face. He smiled. My heart jumped. He kissed me on the lips, smiled and said, "See ya."

I got scared I thought he was leaving. As I got up to protest, the warmth of his mouth surrounded my soft cock. It wasn't soft for long. My cock hardened and filled his mouth. Ray was a rookie, but he was learning fast. He sucked on my cock. Trying to swallow my measly six inches. His hands groped my balls. He licked and sucked at my cock. Then he did it. He scraped that stainless steel ball across the skin of my cock.

"OH GOD." I cried out. I hadn't felt that. I hadn't thought of that. I never imagined my cock could feel something so good.

I grabbed the sides of his head. I slammed my cock into his mouth. He licked it with the ball, hard at first, and then tenderly. Hard and then soft, he kept changing his pace and changing my reality. I fell in love with that boy right there and then. Sure it was physical, but emotional as well. I couldn't believe someone was able to make me feel that good. I can't believe, even to this day, that I fell in love with a boy, seven years younger, but what could I do? He was meant for me. And my cock knew it. It pulsed into his mouth, and the heat of his saliva, the steel of the ball, drove me wild.

I bucked my hips and began a slow rhythm. Ray welcomed my sexing his face. He bunched up on his knees, grabbed my sides, and sucked as hard as he could. The ball rubbed above the base of my cock. He kept swallowing what he could, slurping and sucking. He kept making cute little noises that only got me harder.

I used to pride myself on control, but I began bucking in reckless passion. I fucked that boy in the mouth. I had to cum. And soon, I felt it rising. I pulled his head onto my cock and shot. Load after load -- seven or so -- crashed down his pallet. Ray sucked me dry. Licking and cleaning my cock and balls. I had to pull him off my sensitive member. I couldn't take the steel ball any more. He came up smiling big.

"Hey buddy," he said, "How was that?"

"Ray, I think I love you."

"Well Ryan, I know I love you." We kissed. I tasted my own cum dangling off that wonderful steel ball. We hugged and kissed some more.

I took him to the piercing store the next day. I bought him a bigger ball.

Author's Note: This is my first story. I hope you liked it. If you did, let me know. E-mail me at MoveUpSide@aol.com All flames will be ignored.