This is a continuation of my "semi-factual" bio, carried over from the four-part story of my discovery of M2M sex during the last few weeks of High School, which you can read under Drive In Movie Encounter in the "High School" section. I have taken some liberties with names, places and added SOME imagination to the story line. The sex is factual, however. I have received several encouraging comments and would again like to thank all who took the time. This is my first attempt at writing a story, but relying on actual events in my life helps.
As always, I want to let you know these stories contain detailed descriptions of sex between young men of varying ages. If you are offended by this type of story, do not read them. Otherwise, I hope you continue to enjoy sharing some of my memories. Maybe, you will find some similarities to your own history.
Drew & Paul; College Encounters: Part Two Sophomore Year 1960
Chapter One;
Arriving back at school after a very enjoyable summer, Paul and I decided to look for an apartment. Freshmen were required to live on campus, but as second year students, we had the option of living either in a dorm or in an off-campus location.
Since we had almost a week before classes resumed, we scouted around, looked at a few places, checked the ads, even scanned the bulletin boards in the Student Union. There were several promising ads, but most wanted one or more roommates to help share expenses with someone else. We wanted a place to ourselves, so we could enjoy our desires for sex, with each other or with an additional member. In the meantime, however, we moved into the dorm, temporarily.
Finally, we heard of an apartment complex that catered to college students and was convenient to both the university as well as the nearby city. We called for an appointment to check it out. When we arrived, we were greeted by a young guy I guessed to be in his mid 20's. We introduced ourselves then mentioned "We were supposed to meet a Mr. Bradley to see about a vacancy", I said.
"I'm Stewart Bradley. 'Mr.' Bradley's my father. He's the manager. I help out when I'm in town. He asked me to show you the unit". As he led us around the complex, I took in the view. Stewart was about 6'2", about 190 lbs, dark wavy brown hair worn long over the ears and in back. He was dressed in a nice expensive looking burgandy knit shirt, tucked into a pair of white tennis shorts. His legs and arms were muscular, but not bulging, just defined. He sported a dark tan and looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors. The shorts stretched tight across a nice bubble butt.
"You WERE told the unit actually isn't an apartment as such, weren't you"? he asked. "Yeah, your father said it used to be a sort of guest quarters that had been unused for several years", Paul answered. "It definitely needs some fixing up, but, if you decide to take it, we'll supply the furniture and appliances. You still have pool privileges. It has its' own washer and dryer hookups, so you won't need the laundry", Stewart explaned. There was also a small, but well equipped exercise room in the complex.
The unit was a single story, tiled roof building, built in the same Spanish styling as the rest of the apartments. It sat back away from the main complex and in the shade of several large oak trees. The yard was nicely landscaped and gave off a nice comfy appearance. Paul and I liked it at first sight.
The outside needed a coat of paint, and a few shutters were about to fall off rusted hinges. Inside, the unit consisted of a living room/dining area combo, with a small fireplace in one corner. There was a compact but complete kitchen. It was separated from the living/dining area by a serving bar with a pass-thru opening. Above the opening, the back of cabinets came down about three feet. A door led from the kitchen to the laundry room with a washer and dryer connection. There was a fairly good sized master bedroom with its' own bathroom, and a second, smaller bedroom. The most unusual feature of the master bath was that it contained an extra large shower that doubled as a steam room. A small, standard bath, with a tub was at the end of the hall, near the smaller bedroom.
The living area walls were covered with medium dark panelling, and all the floors were covered with thick soft carpeting, in need of a good shampooing. Bathroom and kitchen fixtures were rusted and needed replacing. The toilets would need new insides to flush properly.
"My father did all the custom work you see. It used to be occupied by my grandfather until he passed away a few years ago. We just haven't felt like renting it out, til now" Stewart said. "If you two are interested in fixing the place up, and would be willing to sign a long-term lease, Dad would be willing to pay for the supplies you would need. Also, he'll give you a good rate on the rent. We figure, if you'll be here for awhile, it would be worth it to see the place lived in again".
Paul and I put our heads together and decided this was the place we wanted. There wasn't anything we couldn't handle in repairs, and it offered the quiet and privacy we wanted. "It's a deal Stewart! We'll take it"! I said. "Great! By the way, call me Stu. We can sign the papers now, and as soon as you can furnish a list of things you'll need, Dad will have them delivered and you can get to work".
That settled, we went to the office and were ushered into a lounge where we quickly finished the paperwork and paid the deposit and first month's rent. Stu offered us a cold drink which we accepted and we sat around getting better acquainted.
It seems Stu was a professional golfer who was ranked quite respectively. He had recently competed in the PGA Championship and had finished in the top ten. He was resting up for the next event, the Texas Open and would be leaving for San Antonio In a couple of weeks. When the tour didn't keep him on the road, he lived in one of the apartments. I had enjoyed playing golf almost since I could walk. I was no threat to the tour, but I played to about an 8 or 9 handicap. Stu offered to take me along on some of his practice rounds and give me a few pointers.
He seemed to be extremely friendly and outgoing. I had underestimated his age by over four years. He was 29 and would turn 30 in three months. Stu had graduated from the local university and went pro immediately. He talked about how hectic being on the road so much was. "Don't get a chance to make a lot of friends that way". Hmmmm...now that sounded interesting. I filed it away under future possibilities. We said our goodbyes and headed back to campus. We would have to stay in a dorm until we could get our place fixed up enough to move in.
Chapter Two;
When we checked in at the housing office, there was a note waiting for us. We were delighted to find it was from J.R. "Hey guys. Missed you the past few months. I'm in Stater Hall, Room 319. Give me a holler when you arrive and let's get together, J.R.".
As soon as we got everything unpacked into our room, we called J.R.'s dorm. When he answered, he sounded excited. "I can't wait to see you guys. Got something to tell you". We invited him over to catch up and to get 'reacquainted'.
Less than fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at our door. Peeking thru the peephole in our door, we made sure it was J.R. His eyes popped wide as we flung the door open and he took in Paul and I standing there totally naked with raging hardons. Before he could say anything, we grabbed him and yanked him in the room, locking the door behind him.
He tried to say something but Paul silenced him with a toe-curling kiss, while I immediately started undressing him. He was laughing, trying to talk, and maintain contact with Paul's hungry mouth at the same time. His struggles and muffled attempts to protest, quickly turned into a long moan when I yanked his jeans and briefs down to his ankles and swallowed his semi-hard cock.
"Mmmmph...Mmmmm. Damn, you guys sure have a strange way of saying Hello", J.R. finally got his mouth away from Paul's, long enough to say. He warmed up quickly to the double ministrations. Paul pulled his shirt up over his head and swooped down on his nipples while I took care of removing his socks and shoes and pulling his jeans and briefs off his feet, while not missing a stroke on his now hard cock.
"Ohhhhh,whatever...I definitely like your technique. Mmmmmm, I've missed feeling your mouth on my dick...Yesssss...Yesssss, so good" J.R. whispered. We switched positions several times, me sucking J.R. while J.R. sucked Paul, Paul sucking J.R. while J.R. sucked me. We finally ended up with Paul leaning back against the edge of the desk with his hips pushed forward, his dick buried in J.R.'s sucking mouth. At the same tme, I was soundly fucking J.R.'s ass with a fury.
I was the first to cum, blasting into the tight ass clamping down on my cock. J.R. continued to suck Paul, so I slipped between his legs and took his throbbing dick into my mouth. I had an excellent view of Paul's cock as J.R.'s mouth bobbed back and forth only inches away. Both were moaning loudly as they approached their climax.
"I'm gonna cum", Paul gasped, "Suck it...That's it...just like that...just a little more..just a...Oh, yeah...you got it...NOW...Unngh...Unngh". I could see his nuts draw up into a tight ball, then the area just behind his ball sack began visibly pulsating as the cum raced thru his cock into the waiting mouth around the head. A few seconds later, J.R. began moaning rapidly. His dick swelled and I felt the blast of his delicious cum flood my mouth.
We relaxed on the bed after our intense round of sex. "Now, what was it you wanted to tell us"? I asked. "Whew! After that welcome, I almost forgot", J.R. murmured contentedly. "I actually met a guy this summer". J.R. had chosen to stay at school and take a few classes during the summer session. He raised up on his elbows and continued, "I'm not sure why, but it seems other guys have started noticing me and actually taking the time to talk to me". I told him maybe they had always been there, but he just hadn't noticed.
"I guess so, maybe it's because I have tried to take your advice and be more open around others. Anyway, this one guy, Gene..Gene Brewer..I met him at the Union one Saturday. The place was full and he came up and asked if he could join me. Well, we got to talking...guys he's an indian, A real American Indian... and found out we have a lot in common. Anyway, to make a long story short, we started hangin' out together, doin' things together, so one thing led to another until finally we...we...ah...". Paul and I laughed at the obvious. "You two got it on, Huh"?
J.R. blushed beet red, but smiled and said "Yeah, we sure did..FOUR times that first night, and we've been doin' it almost every night since. We're rooming together this year. I'll introduce you guys soon. Paul and I told J.R. we couldn't be happier, but realized this might signal an end to the three of us. Still, it was nice to see a good kid so happy. We told him about finding a place and gave him the address. J.R. surprised us by telling us he still wanted to have sex with us, even though he had a boyfriend. We kissed him again and let him out the door, then finished unpacking.
Chapter Three
The supplies needed to fix up our apartment had arrived, and Paul and I spent every waking hour of the next few days working on it. We wanted to get the inside repairs done first, so we could get the furniture moved in. Then we could live there while finishing the outside repairs. We painted the walls in the two bedrooms and bathrooms in soft colors and put up drapes over the windows in bright colors that blended in well.
We made an adventure out of putting up wallpaper in the kitchen, making a mess until we finally got the 'hang' of it. The panelling in the living room/dining room was covered with several layers of dust and dirt from the years the unit sat empty. We were amazed at the transformation after thoroughly scrubbing them with a cleaner designed especially for wood. They turned out two shades lighter, a rich and mellow addition to the motif.
Replacing the rusted fixtures and broken toilet hardware was also a challenge, but Stu dropped by to help and offer advice. The carpets were last. A thorough shampooing was needed, so we decided to have that done commercially. They looked like new and completed the perfect picture we had imagined. "You guys have done a great job", Stu remarked, "The place hasn't looked so good for a long time.
The three of us went thru an inventory of furniture available. Paul and I chose to have two single beds put in the master bedroom, with chests, dressers, and lamps. We decided on a sofabed for the smaller bedroom. We had installed shelves along one wall, planning to use it as a study. We asked for a desk to be added. Stu had a strange look on his face about the two beds in one room. I think he was starting to understand, but said nothing. With the kitchen appliances taken care of, Stu promised to have everything in place by noon on Monday. A telephone would be installed on Tuesday.
Chapter Four
Classes began on Monday. Our schedules were arranged so that we were thru by 1 o'clock on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and by 3 o'clock on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Of course Paul's swim practice would take up several hours a couple of days, as well as occasional ROTC exercises. That would start soon.
After our last class, we met at the dorm to check out. our stuff was already packed and most was in my car. We would have to make at least two trips to get everything moved. When we got to the apartment, Stu saw us and waived as he came out of the office to meet us. As promised, all the furnishings were in place. It looked totally different than it had when empty. The small TV from our dorm room went into the smaller bedroom, since, courtesy of our parents, a brand new 21" color set had arrived and was set up in the living room, along with our stereo.
We had bought a bottle of Spumanti to celebrate, so we quickly put it on ice. Stu had been kind enough to turn the fridge on and fill the ice trays. We invited him to join us that evening for an unofficial housewarming. He said he would bring a couple more bottles of bubbly. I was hoping Paul and I could get a little more insight as to his sexual preferences.
Stu left to get back to the office, so Paul and I spent the next couple of hours getting everything put away. One more trip to the dorm completed the transfer and we finally sat down for a well deserved rest in our cosy little nest. We were keyed up. The past few days had been so buisy, there hadn't been any time for us to be together. Sexual tension was in the air, but we decided to wait and see what developed that evening.
We ran to the nearby supermarket and laid in a supply of eats and drinks. There was just enough time to fix a quick meal, then shower. It was hard to keep our hands off each other in the huge shower stall. Our dicks were straining for release. We couldn't help getting in a few feels while soaping each other's bodies, paying particular attention to the groin area. After all, we had hopes for a bountiful evening of drinking and maybe more.
Promply at 8 o'clock Stu arrived carrying two bottles and some dip and chips. He was dressed casually in pale blue shorts and a soft white knit shirt. We put the bottles in the fridge and spread the chips and dip out on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Paul and I sat on the larger sofa, while Stu pulled one of the overstuffed easy chairs over and plopped down. We had some good classical music on the stereo to set the mood. We opened one of the bottles of Spumanti and I offered a toast, "To us, our new home, to new friends...and to what comes from that".
Stu's eyebrows raised at that and he smiled as we clinked our glasses together and drank. Conversation bantered around mundane normal things as we finished off the first bottle pretty fast. I asked Stu about life on the tour. I wanted to explore that comment he had made about how hard it was to make friends and being lonely. He talked about long hours of practice, and the pressure of competiton, the quality of food-or lack thereof-at various stops.
"The worst part, though, is being pretty much alone. You go to a lot of parties before and after tournaments, but you don't make any lasting acquaintances because you might be gone the next day". He sounded sad talking about what most people thought was a glamorous lifestyle. "But surely you have friends on the tour, guys you play against for instance?" I asked.
"Well, I guess some, since you get used to seeing a lot of the same guys at each tournament. We don't always all play the same schedule though. I just barely play the minimum number to stay in good standing. I've been lucky enough to finish in the top ten in most of the tournaments I've participated in this year, so I've made pretty good money". (*NOTE; Money on the PGA Tour in the 60's was nowhere near today's purses. The winner might earn less than $10,000. The leading money winner that year had won just over $125,000. Of course, things were cheaper all around then, so money went further!)
"I thought there was a lot of partying and sex every night", Paul said. "Oh sure, They're there for those who go in for that sort of thing. The really serious golfer are in their rooms by 9 o'clock, even earlier if they have an early tee time", Stu replied. "Aren't there a lot of women that are what's called 'groupies' that hang out at these places and even on the courses"? Paul continued to probe. "You can say that again! You'll see a little bit of everything, and can find just about anything you're looking for" Stu responded.
Mmmmm...interesting. "Do you know if any of the guys are gay"? Paul asked. There, that should give us some indication which way his wick wanders. "Sure, some are, some are bi, and even some of the straight ones aren't against an occassional blow job. In the dark a mouth is a mouth"! We had finished off the the second bottle now, and were getting much looser.
Stu was slumped down in his chair, with his legs crossed loosely. He seemed to be getting a little tight and I noticed the slightest difference in his shorts. They seemed a little tighter over his crotch. I know my dick was definitely on the rise and I could see Paul trying to discreetly rearrange his equipment. I could see quite a way up the leg of Stu's shorts and as far as I could tell, there was no sign of underwear.
"Actually, you know what they say", Paul said a little hoarsely, "Nobody can give a blow job as good as another guy". I watched Stu closely to see his reaction to Paul's blatant invitation. He looked at Paul, then me, and I saw his tongue appear and lick his lips before he stated, "Yeah, guess you're right there. Who knows what a guy likes better than another guy?"
He was obviously aware where this was heading and seemed a little bit nervous. He uncrossed his leg and sat it next to the other, but didn't close them. He even slid a little further toward the edge of the chair. I could see his wrinkled ballsack now. He began opening and closing his legs, then left them open very wide, giving Paul and me a good look at the head of a semi-hard cock twitching as it enlarged.
The room got very silent. You could have literally cut the tension with a knife. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. We all three jumped at the sound, then looked at each other foolishly. I got up knowing Stu couldn't help but see my erection. I opened the door, standing behind it to hide my bulge, to see the night clerk standing there. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to Mr. Bradley. It's very important". Stu got up and we could see the tenting in his shorts also. He adjusted himself as much as possible and stepped outside to talk to the clerk.
In a few minutes, he stepped back in to apologize and said there was an emergency in one of the units and that he would have to take care of it. "Sorry guys", he said, then added "Maybe another time?" We were obviously disappointed, but realized it couldn't be helped. We said goodnight and watched him disappear into the night.
"Well, shit!" I exclaimed, "Just when things were looking up, this had to shoot it down". Paul and I decided to call it a night. We cleaned up the leftovers, and turned in. We were still so turned on, we ended up sucking each other off twice before we could relax enough to get to sleep.
Chapter Five
The next few days passed with boring slowness. We finished painting the outside of our place and repaired the shutters. We saw Stu around the office and spoke to him. He was leaving Sunday for San Antonio and would be gone for 7 or 8 days, depending on how well he played. Paul and I got to meet J.R.'s new guy, Gene when they stopped by one evening.
He was very nice looking, with the dark coloring and high cheekbones of his Native heritage. His coal black hair was long and worn in braids. All he needed was a feather in his hair and the picture would look complete. They were on their way to a party later, so nothing sexual happened. On their way out, J.R. hung back and whispered "Maybe we can get together soon for a little fun. That shower/steam room has some definite possibilities.
Paul was going to be out of town Saturday morning for a swim meet and would be gone all weekend. He and I watched the Texas Open on TV to see Stu compete. Coverage began on Thursday and would continue thru Sunday. Stu did pretty well the first round, shooting a 2 under par round of 70, tying him with three other guys, four strokes behind the leader. Unfortunately, the second day turned out to be rainy and windy. Many of the pros had a tough time under the conditions, unfortunately, including Stu. He stayed even for the first nine, but had a double bogey on the 11th hole, and two more bogeys at the 15th and 17th to finish at 2 over par, missing the cut.
I drove Paul to campus early Saturday morning to catch the team bus, then returned to the apartment. I tried to reach J.R. to see if he, or he and Gene wanted to come by, but they had plans. I was not looking forward to spending the weekend alone. I spent a couple of hours laying around the pool, then went by the adult bookstore to look around. Nothing was going on, so I decide to go home and watch TV and finish the last bottle of Spumanti.
It was about 7 o'clock when there was a knock on the front door. When I answered, I was surprised to see Stu standing there with a bottle in his hand. "Stu", I said, pleased at the unexpected company. "Come in, come in. I had no idea you'd be back so soon". "Well", he chuckled,"I was kinda hoping to be another couple of days myself, but things didn't work out too well".
"Yeah, I know', I said as I ushered him to the sofa and opened the bottle and poured our glasses full. "Paul and I watched you on TV. Gosh, I'm sorry you missed the cut". "It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last" He said unconcerned. Anyway, It'll give me a chance to rest up for almost a month until the Chrysler in Greensboro(North Carolina)".
Stu was dressed in the same loose fitting short shorts he had worn at our little house warming. We sat and chatted while we enjoyed the drinks. The bottle empted fast. "Paul is out of town for the weekend at a meet", I told him. "I know" he said. "I wanted to catch you alone to explain something".
"Explain what"? I asked. "Stu leaned back on the sofa and began, "It's about that other night. You know, and I know what was going on. It was pretty obvious you and Paul were feeling me out to see if I liked guys or not... No, No", he held up his hand as I was about to interrupt.
"It's OK. I'm not gay, but I have had some action with another guy. I told you how lonely it gets on tour sometimes. The first time happened about two years ago. I was playing a tournament in Phoenix. During the ProAm, I played with a young guy who was a local car dealer. We did pretty good as a team, and he invited me to his home for a celebration that evening." He paused long enough for me to get up, open the second bottle and refill our glasses.
"There were quite a few people there, some from the tournament. I noticed that there were only a few women, but a lot of guys. Things got a little wild and there were women dancing naked, even some guys were in the pool naked. I'm no prude, but I'd never seen anything like it. My host kept me well supplied with booze and I had a pretty good buzz on, before I noticed the crowd was thinning out. Several people had paired off and disappeared into various parts of the house, which was huge."
"Sounds like it was pretty wild allright", I said. "That was just the start. I started noticing that some of the pairs were the same sex! My host talked me into joining him in his own bedroom, suppoesedly to get away from the noise, but I knew what he had in mind. To make a long story short, he ended up sucking me off. I was so turned on, I went down on him, and found out I enjoyed it. Since then, I've had a few more similar times".
I was really getting turned on to know this handsome guy had gotten some M2M sex before. My dick was tenting out my shorts and I didn't try to hide it. I could see Stu was also in the same condition. "The thing is...the reason I wanted to come when you were alone is...well, I'm just not comfortable with the idea of a threesome yet. I wasn't sure what I was going to do the other night, if that emergency hadn't come up. I was interested the first time I met you two. I think both you and Paul are hot. I really wanted to do something with both of you...but just not together. Can you understand?"
"Don't worry. Paul and I have an understanding that each might enjoy an occasional session without the other. We just make sure we let each other know about it afterwards. Would that be a problem for you?" Stu said it didn't bother him, since he would very much like to get together with Paul too. I told him that I knew Paul was hot for him too. "Paul will be back Sunday afternoon. I'll talk to him and maybe you and he could get together. "He could come over to my apartment", Stu volunteered, "If that's OK!" "Sounds good to me", I said.
With that out of the way, I suggested we adjourn with our drinks to the bedroom and "get comfortable". Stu's hard on stretched the front of his shorts to their limit as he stood up, and he smiled as he saw my dick was about to bust out. "I think we'd better see if we can't take care of our problem".
We stood at the side of the bed and I moved to Stu and put my arms around his neck. "Ive wanted to do this ever since we met". I said as my mouth moved to kiss him. I had to tilt my head back and bring his down to me, since he was a good 5inches taller than me. "I know, I want...Mmmph...Mmmm", Stu started to reply until my hungry mouth interrupted. His hands moved up my back under my tee shirt and carressed the area between my shoulder blades.
I let my tongue trace the outline of his lips, causing him to open them to admit me in. He sucked on my tongue, drawing it in deeper, then circling it with his own tongue, while his hands moved down inside the top of my shorts. We broke apart long enough to undress each other, then quickly pressed our naked bodies back together. Our dicks were doing a dance of their own as our hands roamed each other's body at will.
"God, you feel good", Stu whispered in my ear as his fingers found my nipples and began to squeeze them gently. "Ohhhh, I like that", I gasped. We moved to lay down side by side on the bed, and our hands went to the other's throbbing cock. I had only gotten a glimpse of Stu's semi-hard dick that first night. It felt wonderful in my hand and I raised up on an elbow, pushing him over onto his back in order to get a good look at it.
It was about the same size as mine, maybe 6 1/2" to 7" beautifully shaped with a small head. It was slim and smooth and stood striaght up from a thick bush of pubic hair. Stu had spent a lot of time outdoors and had a dark even tan, broken by a startingly white swimsuit line. He had a light coating of hair on his chest, and a treasure line that ran down his stomach and into his bush. This called more attention to his Dark pubes and pink cock. His balls were a nice size for his dick and hung down between his legs at the moment. I could see the orbs, moving around inside the wrinkled sack.
"Like what you see"? Stu asked with a smile. "Every inch", I replied and began to explore each of those inches, starting with his nipples. "Ahhhhh...wonderful" he moaned as his body squirmed under the tongue lashing he was getting. I sucked and nibbled on both until they were enlarged and hard. I was gently massaging his balls at the same time, which caused him to open his legs more.
I decided I had delayed what I wanted long enough, so I moved my mouth down to his cock and kissed the head. "Mmmmmmmmm...Yessssssss", he hissed as he felt the warmth of my lips engulf his dick, slowly moving all the way down until I was against his pubes. Stu used his hands to indicate he wanted me to turn around so he could get to my throbbing dick. We quickly fell into the calssic 69 position.
I could taste his sweet pre cum and I knew my own cock was giving him a feast also. We moaned around each other's cocks as we alternated sucking fast and slow. I raised my head up off Stu's rod long enough to say "God, I love the way your cock tastes!" Stu simply moaned and increased his action on my dick. "I want you to cum for me Stu, let me have your load". He began to thrust his hips back and forth as I swallowed his cock again and again. I let a finger wander to his ass and felt him push against it.
I toyed with the tiny pucker bringing a loud groan from him. I began sucking him faster and put my other hand around his shaft to pump him in time with my mouth. I felt his ass open enough for just the tip of my finger to slip in and he started humping wildly. "Mmmm...Mmmm...Mmmm...MMMMMMMMM", Stu moaned as his body stiffened, then began jerking rapidly as his cock swelled in my mouth and started spurting. My finger went into his hole past the second knuckle and he trapped it there as he finished cumming.
He rolled over onto his back releasing my cock and lay there gasping, "It's been quite a while since anyone sucked me off, but I never felt such pleasure as just now. No one has ever put their finger up my butt before". My finger was still buried in his ass, and I wiggled it a few times, making him thrust his hips up and down. "Ohhhhh, that feels better than I ever imagined. I never knew there were so many nerves back there".
"I think I can make it feel even better, if you're willing to try". Stu was still dancing to the pleasure of getting finger fucked, but knew what I was suggesting. "I don't know", he said. "I've never thought about that. I've seen pictures of guys fucking, and they looked like they enjoyed it. I have to admit, thinking about it right now, and feeling your finger in me is turning me on. I'd like to try. I'd like you to be the first".
I was excited thinking about busting his cherry, so I quickly reached into the drawer in the bedside table and pulled ou the KY. Stu watched me intently as I smeared a gob on my middle finger. I put a pillow under his hips, raising his pelvis and exposing his asshole. "Spread your legs. I'm going to lube you up real good and get you nice and loose".
Stu drew in his breath sharply as he felt the cool, slick finger slid in his ass slowly. I worked it around getting him nice and slick inside, then pulled out my finger. "Uuuuhhh?" he questioned. He watched closely as I lubed up three fingers and raised up a little to watch me begin to open him up. "How's that?" I asked. "Feels strange, but kinda good, I'm getting warm all over. Your fingers are going in much easier now".
"OK, I think you're ready for the real thing. I'll go slow and if it gets painful, tell me and I'll stop..Ready?" "Do it", Stu whispered hoarsely and laid his head back as I put my arms under his knees and raised his legs onto my shoulders. His cock was rock hard again and laying flat on his stomach. I closed my fingers, still slick with KY around the shaft and stroked it as I placed my cock at the entrance to his ass.
Stu's mouth opened in a wide "O" as he felt the greasy head of my dick start pushing against his pucker. "Try and relax as much as you can. Once the head is in, the rest will come easily". He nodded his head and I did feel some relaxing of his asshole and the head of my dick slid in without much resistance. "Ohhhhhh, My God....That...That's good!' Stu groaned. His dick throbbed in my hand and I kept squeezing it as I waited with about half of my dick in his hot, tight tunnel.
Keeping the action going on his dick, I slowly slid on in until I felt my balls rub against his ass cheeks. While I waited to let him get used to this new feeling, I kept talking to him, telling him how good it felt to be in him, how much it meant to me for him to give me his cherry. Then I began fucking him, slowly at first, then faster until the room echoed with the slapping of my hips against his ass.
Stu soon was slamming his hips up to meet my thrusts. We were in perfect synch. I was pumping his ass with my dick, while pumping his cock with my hand. He had turned into a wild man. He couldn't get enough of it. I kept it up for almost thirty minutes, varying the speed. Then I turned him over on his stomach and fucked him laying on top of him. Finally, I pulled him up onto his hands and knees and pounded him doggy style, while jacking his dick at the same time.
It didn't take long to feel the cum rising in my balls and I knew I was about to unload. "I'm about to cum, Stu. Your ass is so hot, you're going to make me cum". He jammed his butt back against my thrusts and said "Yessss...Cum in me Drew...It's all yours...Cum for me". His words pushed me over the edge. I yelled "I'm there....I'm there...I'm gonna cum...NOW...NOW...Unngh...Unngh...Unngh".
As my cum blasted deep into Stu, I felt his cock throb in my hand and his ass ring spasm around my spurting dick as he shouted "Oh, God...Oh God...I'm cumming too...Yessss...Yessss...CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!"
It seemed like we were never going to stop cumming. The pleasure kept rising and rising taking us both to tremendous heights, cresting, then taking a long delirious tumble into oblivion. We collapsed on the bed, my cock still buried in Stu's ass and lay there until my dick finally softened enough to pull it out of his incredibly tight hole. It made a naughty slurpping sound as it withdrew and Stu sighed loudly at the loss.
We spooned together and dozed for an hour or two. When we woke up it was about 2 AM. We showered together, then walked naked back into the living room to lounge around on the sofa while polishing off the last of the Spumanti. There was a contented smile on both of our faces.
"That was better than anything I ever could have expected", Stu said. "I can't believe I just got sucked off, then fucked by a kid almost ten years younger than me". I laughed and said "You won't believe how hot it made me to know that I could have such an effect on an old guy". Stu laughed loudly and said, "You can have that effect on this old guy ANY time you want to". It was my turn to laugh again and tell him he had a deal.
"Paul will love getting together with you, believe me. Just for your information, He would love to have YOU fuck HIM! I'd love to get fucked by you too, for that matter". "Now that I know how good it feels to have a hard cock up my ass, I'm curious to find out how it feels to have a tight ass squeezing my dick". I told him "Paul would probably want to give you that chance tomorrow night, if you think that's not too soon. He's usually very horny when we've been apart for any time". "Tell him I'd love for him to come over. I'll be ready".
After Stu went back to his own apartment, I went back to bed to try and grab a few hours of sleep. I was still keyed up from the exciting fact I had turned an older guy into putty in my hands. No, that wasn't right, putty is soft, and Stu certainly hadn't been soft. I counted the hours until it was time to meet Paul's bus at the gym.
When the bus finally arrived, it was nearing 5 o'clock. Paul stepped down off the bus looking good enough to eat, but I had a surprise for him. He tossed his bag in back and hopped in front to sit beside me. "Hey man, I hated being away. I'm so horny, I might not be able to keep my hands off you until we get home".
"Actually, you're going to have to do better than that", I said. He looked at me strangely. I told him all about the night before, in graphic detail. "Damn, I wish I could have seen that", Paul moaned as he stroked his hard cock thru his thin shorts.
"Keep your pecker in your pants. There's more", I laughed at his obvious discomfort. "Stu wants to get in your pants too, and I told him maybe you would like to drop by his place this evening". "Are you serious"? Paul asked, and when I assured him I was, he wanted to be sure it was cool with me. "No problem, just wish I could be there to watch", I replied.
As soon as we got home, Paul called Stu's apartment. They talked for 10 or 15 minutes before Paul said "OK, great! I'll see you about 7 o'clock, and hung up. "All set"? I asked. "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to getting a piece of him. I told him I was hoping he would like to fuck me. He told me about you getting his cherry and how good it felt. I told him fucking me would bust his other cherry, so he said OK".
We had a bite to eat, then Paul jumped in the shower to get ready for his 'date'. I joined him and couldn't resist stroking his hard cock while he was trying to hurry. After all, we hadn't had a chance to be with each other for a couple of days. Also, the truth be known, I wanted to have him on the edge when he met Stu.
I basically kept Paul hard and near climax for the next hour, grabbing his cock while he was drying off, and even when he was trying to dress. I noticed he didn't bother with underware, but just pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt. At the door, I stopped him and yanked the shorts down, going down on him for a few minutes. He groaned and ran his fingers thru my hair, then quickly pulled up his shorts and headed out the door.
It was a funny sight to see him trying to cover up the very prominent tent in his shorts as he walked past a few couples around the pool. Good thing it was getting dark. I couldn't quite see him reach Stu's apartment, but I imagined it would be quite a sight when the two met. To pass the time, I watched a movie on TV, trying to keep my mind off what must be happening in the other apartment.
A little over three hours later, Paul came staggering thru the door, smiling contentedly, his clothing slightly disarrayed. "Well, do I need to ask if you enjoyed yourself"? I asked with a straight face. "What did you DO to that guy"? Paul gasped. "Man was he hot! I almost didn't get in the door. He saw my dick stretching my shorts and pinned me against the door, yanked them down and went down on me right there"!
"Wow! Sounds like you definitely made an impression". "I'll say! I was so hot from not cumming for a while, and the teasing from you, that I didn't last 60 seconds before blowing my nuts. I almost blacked out, it was so intense".
"Obviously, that wasn't the end of it, since you've been gone over three hours", I pointed out. "Not by a long shot", Paul smiled. "We managed to get to a bed and then I went down on him. He's sure got a nice dick! I was still hard and he spun around and gulped my rod down. We 69'd for about thirty minutes before I told him how much I wanted him to fuck me".
My cock was getting very hard picturing the scene as Paul went on, "He told me he had never done it before, so I told him I'd help. I got the lube and smeared it all over his cock and in my ass. It took a few tries for him to get the angle right, but then he figured it out. He must have fucked me for a solid two hours, Drew! He came once, but his cock stayed as hard as a rock, so I flipped over on my belly and he fucked me forever until he finally blasted another load. I'm tellin' you he was wiped out! He said he was sorry but was exhausted and fell asleep, so I pulled on my clothes and let myself out".
I had pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and was stroking it as Paul finished by saying, "By the way, Stu said he loved it and wanted to take you up on your offer. What was he talking about?" "I told him I would like for him to fuck me too, if he enjoyed it with you". It was pretty certain he had. I looked forward to feeling him slide his cock up my ass.
Paul noticed my condition and quickly knelt between my legs and took my throbbing cock into his mouth. "Mmmmmmm...I've missed that these past few days. Stu is a great cocksucker, but you always make me climb the walls!" Paul mumbled something but his words were lost as I pumped my hips rapidly and filled his mouth with my cum. We both got another shower to clean Stu's load out of Paul's ass and then hit the sack for a well deserved night's rest.
Chapter Six
The school year went past rather rapidly. We had a few more rounds with Stu, still individually. He did indeed fuck me, and it was wonderful. He was a quick learner. Of course, I told him it was because he had a good teacher. It was the culmination of a fun day. Stu had invited me along for a practice round of golf.
He was not trying to show off, but he was in a whole different league than me and I felt like a novice beside him. It was still fun and we kidded around and joked a lot. I hit a ball into the rough twice on the same hole and, as we were looking for it, Stu made some comment about what a shame it was that I had "lost my balls".
I was feeling mischevious and decided to get back at him. I waited until he was in his backswing on the next tee before commenting, "By the way, do you prefer to play with 'stiff shafts'?" He hooked his ball out of bounds. "You little shit!" he said and chased me down the fairway, laughing. "I'll get you for that!", he warned.
And get me he DID! That night, he fucked me till I couldn't walk! "Does THAT answer your question?" he gasped out of breath as he rolled off me, pulling his slippery cock out of my ass. "Yep", I breathed hoarsely, "Definitely 'stiff shafts'!"
Paul and I finally got to have a foursome with J.R. and Gene. They spent a weekend with us just before classes ended for the year. Gene was a character, answering questions with a "You betchum, Kemo Sabe", which broke us all up. He was really quite intelligent and was studying PreMed, hoping to help out at the clinic on the reservation some of his relatives still lived on in Arizona somewhere.
We all got pretty loose on beer and pizza, and ended up in a game of strip poker. J.R. lost quickly and was naked before the rest of us had even lost our pants. Paul was next, standing up to strip off his briefs. "Mmmmm", Gene said in a serious tone, "White man have problem with one-eyed snake"! J.R. reached out and grabbed Paul's dick before he could respond to Gene's observation. "If you two will hurry up, I think we can take care of this problem".
I folded with a straight flush on the last hand to hurry things up. Gene did a mini war-dance around his "victims" until we tackled him and spread eagled him on the floor. Paul and I each had one of his arms, and J.R. yanked his briefs off and spread his legs. Gene's dick sprung up quivering from a nest of pubic hair that matched the black hair on his head. It was at least 8" and fat. It was uncut, but the foreskin didn't cover much. The shaft was dark, in contrast to the glistening pink head, and thick veins popped out along the surface.
J.R. looked at us with a grin saying "See what I get to play with?" He then went down on Gene, causing the young indian to suck in his breath. Paul and I released his hands, since he certainly wasn't resisting and fell into our own 69. Gene pulled J.R. around on top so that his cock hung down touching his lips. Gene put his hands on J.R.'s ass and pulled the leaking dick into his mouth.
The room was filled with the sounds of dicks being sucked and four sets of moans and groans. We swapped positons and partners several times to make sure everyone got a taste of Gene's cock. Paul and J.R. ended up on the sofabed in the study with Paul taking J.R.'s dick up his ass. Gene and I ended up on the bed in the master bedroom. I sucked his cock until he pulled out, raised my legs and plunged that fat 8 inches into my ass to the hilt. When he came after thirty minutes of steady fucking, he let out a war whoop that would have done Geronimo proud. And with THAT, our Sophomore year ended.
Chapter Seven; Summer Vacation
NOTE: I am going to deviate from my "semi-factual" story line for one bit of fantasy. Our summer actually was very uneventful. Paul and I stayed at school that summer and continued occasional sex with our friends. So this next segment is TOTALLY fictional. I will use J.R..'s character as a focal point, but the story line is strictly from my imagination. Hope you like it.
Segment One;
Bummer! Paul was going to be on some sort of Army ROTC field maneuvers and would be gone three weeks. Summer was going to be the duldrums. Stu was gone on tour and wouldn't be back for two months. He was playing in the West Coast tournaments. Gene went back to Arizona, or New Mexico, or wherever he was from, and J.R. was going to spend the summer with his dad in California.
I was trying to get myself set for a boring three weeks until Paul got back, when J.R. stopped by. He knew what a funk I was in and decided to help. "Why don't you come to California with me for the three weeks Paul's gone"? he asked. My Dad has a killer beach house in Santa Monica that he's going to be spending a few months in to get away from L.A. There's plenty of room and we can have a ball!"
"Gee, that sounds great" I said, "But I can't afford the price of a ticket". "No problem, I already checked with my Dad and he's sending the company jet". I knew J.R. came from a pretty wealthy family, but I never expected anything like this. "I've told him about you being a good friend and he's anxious to meet you. C'mon, Drew, J.R. urged, "It'll be fun. Dad throws lot's of parties and stuff, but we'll also have lots of time to ourselves". I could see the wicked glem in his eye, which conveyed thoughts of all kinds of fun. It was too good to be true. I called my parents and got their OK, so I quickly packed, looking forward to what promised to be a fun three weeks.
We dropped Paul off at the gym to catch the team bus and said our goodbyes. "I envy you, Drew", Paul grinned. "Getting J.R. all to yourself for three weeks". Don't do anything we wouldn't do"! We all laughed at that, since there wasn't much the three of us hadn't done.
Our flight didn't leave until late evening, so we decided to go back to the apartment to wait. It also gave us a chance to play a little. We went straight to the bedroom and got naked. As J.R. stepped into my arms and turned his cute little face up for a kiss, he said, "You know, this is the first time it'll be just you and me alone". I smothered his lips with mine and wiggled my tongue into his hungry mouth.
"Mmmmm...nice", I whispered against his mouth. Let's get on the bed". I eased J.R. back until he sat down on the side on the bed. I kneeled between his open legs and stroked his cock while we kissed deeply. "Ahhhhh...yes...feels great", he sighed. I put the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it, sucking gently.
J.R. leaned back on his elbows with a dreamy look on his face, watching his cock disappear. We kept direct eye contact as I began to bob up and down on that delicious shaft. "Ohhh...man, I love the way your mouth feels on my dick. You know just how to turn me on...Oh, yeah...just like that...suck me Drew...Mmmmmm"!
I replaced my mouth with a hand and took his balls into my mouth. At the same time I slid a finger in his ass and began finger fucking him. "Nnnnnngh...Ohhhhh...Ahhhh" J.R. groaned as his body began jerking uncontrollably. "Get on the bed, Drew. I want to suck you too".
We quickly got into position and I felt the warmth of his mouth encircle my throbbing dick and begin sucking rapidly. My finger was buried in his ass and he squeezed it with his butt muscles which made his dick swell in my mouth. "I want some of your tight little ass J.R." I grunted as I reached for the KY beside the bed. "I thought you'd never ask", he replied.
I lubed us up and put a pillow under his hips. I wanted the deepest penetration possible. J.R. pulled his legs back and open as wide as possible, saying."Give it to me Drew, fuck me good"! The head of my dick slid into his hole and buried to the hilt, my balls rubbing against his ass. "Ahhhh..It's been too long since I've been in your hot ass. This is just a preview of what's in store for you the next three weeks, buddy"! "Promises, promises" he laughed and wiggled his ass against my throbbing dick.
I fucked J.R. hard and fast pounding him into the bed. The faster my cock slammed in and out, the louder his moans got, until we both reached the peak together. His cock started spurting as he yelled "God, I'm cumming, Drew...I'm cumming...Unngh...cum with me...please cum for me"!
I felt his ass spasm as his cum blasted out between us. I gave one final thrust and rammed my cock in as far as it would go and let my own torrent loose, "I'm cumming too baby...you got it all...Unngh...Unngh"!
We lay together, kissing passionately while my cock finally began to soften in his ass. J.R. gave a big sigh as I pulled it out with a wet slurpy pop. "I love that sound", J.R. whispered. "Listening to how it sounds when you're fucking me turns me on"! "I know, me too", I murmured lazily.
It was a quiet three hours spent laying together until it was almost time to leave for the airport. We hopped in the shower, then dressed quickly. I was surprised when a limo pulled up and honked. "My father's idea", J.R. commented. "We're getting his 'VIP treatment'. He's been like a different person to me this last year. We've got a really good relationship now".
Segmemt Two;
The limo dropped us off at the departure curb and the chauffeur took care of checking our bags. We were ushered to the VIP waiting area to rest before boarding. Drinks were provided, but we had to stick with sodas. When the boarding call came, we were taken to a sleek twin jet Gulfstream parked on the tamarac. The company's logo was emblazoned on the tail.
We were shown comfortable seating in a plush cabin. "We'll be taking off immediately sirs", the young male flight attendant informed us. "Flight time will be about three hours. Make yourselves comfortable and if you need anything, just ring. Enjoy the flight". He was dressed sharply in black trousers and a light blue shirt, also showing the logo. He gave us a nice smile and winked at us as the engines whinned into life.
The takeoff was uneventful and we soon found ourselves cruising at altitude. The inside of the cabin was whisper quiet and we were treated to a beautiful display of lights below that seemed to stretch out forever.
We were sitting in separate executive-type seats, but after about an hour, J.R. got a mischevious look on his face and motioned me to join him on one of the sofas along one wall. He reached up and turned the cabin lights down and grinned, "Ever try to do it at 30,000 feet?"
He unzipped my pants and reached inside for my cock. "What if the attendant comes back?" I whispered as my dick hardened to his touch. The damn thing had a mind of it's own! "Don't worry, they never bother the passengers unless we ring".
With that J.R. sucked my cock into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down on the hard shaft. I squirmed on the seat as he worked his magic on me, until I had to warn him ."I'm gonna cum...I'm there...suck it...Oh, yesssss...I'm cumming"!
J.R. swallowed every drop and looked up at me and winked. "My turn", I said and pushed him back on the seat. He was rock hard and pre cum coated the head of his dick. I licked it off, then went down on that beautiful piece of meat, showing no mercy, until I heard him cry out as he flooded my mouth with his cum.
We had barely got straightened up and rearranged our clothes when the seat belt sign came on. The attendant stuck his head in and announced we would be landing shortly. He smiled knowingly when he noticed our flushed faces. After landing, the plane taxied up to the gate, where another limo waited to drive us to our final destination. The ride lasted just over an hour. J.R. and I copped a feel now and then just to enjoy the thrill of a dick in our hands.
Segment Three;
With the time difference, it was only about 9 o'clock in the evening in California. Mr. Strait greeted us, hugging J.R. warmly, and shaking my hand with a firm grip. "J.R. has told me so much about you, I feel I already know you", he said. "I really can't thank you enough for having me visit, Mr. Strait". "Call me Gordon," he said "And the pleasure's all mine".
He was a very striking man, maybe late 40's, early 50's, standing about 6'1", probably about 185 pounds, with pale green eyes and a thick head of silver hair. A thin moustache under a perfectly sculptured nose complimented a dark tan. He was dressed casually in cream colored slacks, with a green knit shirt that matched his eyes. His feet were encased in an expensive looking pair of loafers with no socks. A very handsome man indeed. I could see the family resemblance between him and J.R.
We were shown to our rooms upstairs. They were next to each other and shared a balcony that overlooked the Pacific. The smell of the salt air was refreshing. "There's a pool where we can swim also", J.R. said. "It's completely private, so we can even skinny dip". "You never give up, do you?" I joked.
The next week was spent relaxing at poolside, swimming in the ocean, and getting a tan. Since our two rooms were accessable by way of the shared balcony, We enjoyed frequent and exhilirating sex whenever the mood struck us, in other words, most of the time.
There were a couple of parties that week. I thought it was strange that the crowd cocsisted only of men. "They're mostly Dad's business associates', J.R. explained, "And a few neighbors I recognize". We mixed and mingled with the crowd and I sensed that there was more than met the eye going on. I saw quite a few men that seemed to be pairing off. The parties lasted until well into the early hours, and often, some of the "guests" stayed over.
It was into the second week, when Gordon asked me to join him in the comfortable den. J.R. was off somewhere to do a little shopping for some things he would need next school year. As we entered the room, Gordon closed the door and I thought I heard the sound of the lock closing. I was seated in a comfortable lounge chair, and Gordon sat across from me. He was sipping a glass of brandy, and offered me one. I had never tasted brandy, but liked the smooth taste and the warm feeling it left in my gut.
Today, he had on tennis shorts and a tee shirt that showed off his nicely proportioned chest and arms, to say nothing of great looking legs. Must run in the family, I thought. "I've been wanting to chat with you alone, Drew. I've noticed a dramatic change in J.R. and I think you might be responsible". I squirmed nervously in the chair. "I really don't see how I could have anything to do....". "Nonsense", Gordon interrupted. "Don't be so modest. I think I understand. I've seen the way you two look at each other"!
Segment Four;
I swallowed hard. Did it show that much? "Sir, I....uh...er..." I stuttered. "Relax, Drew. I've suspected for years that J.R. might be gay, or at least bi. He was always picked on unmercifully when he was growing up. His mother and I are married, but we lead separate lives. J.R. bounced around a lot between us and she turned him into a confused bundle of nerves".
"Starting with his summer vacation last year, I've noticed a change in his outlook, his self confidence..., basically he seems to have found himself. I think meeting you and Paul..he's spoken a lot about the both of you...has been the thing he needed".
"He's a great kid", I said. "Paul and I have enjoyed knowing him". "I think what you two taught him has helped him greatly", Gordon said. "I wanted to tell him I was OK with the idea, but didn't know how". I noticed Gordon's crotch was beginning to bulge, and he licked his lips as he looked at me in a strange way.
"This is going to sound strange, and I will understand completely if you don't feel the same, but...well, Drew, I find you very attractive and I would very much like to have sex with you"! I was floored by this unexpected turn of events, but my dick responded favorably, rising to tent out the front of my shorts. "Ah! I see by your 'condition' that you don't find the idea TOO repulsive?" Gordon asked hopefully.
"On the contrary, sir..I mean Gordon, I'm flattered that you would consider someone as young as me. I'm sure you have no problem attracting any guy. You're a very sexy man". Encouraged, Gordon rose and walked over to my chair. Leaning over me, he put both hands on the arms of the chair and leaned in to kiss me.
I tilted my head back to accept his soft lips against mine. The taste of brandy was sweet. I opened to his probing tongue and sucked on it as it explored my hungry mouth. "Mmmmmm, you taste good", he whispered. "Why don't we go up to my room where we can have some privacy". I let myself be led by the hand as Gordon unlocked the door (Aha! I was right!) and escorted me upstairs to the spacious bedroom he occupied.
He quickly undressed me kissing me first on the lips, then trailing his tongue down to my nipples where he paused long enough to suck each one into hardness, then continuing on down, following the path of emerging bare flesh. My shorts and briefs were pulled down to expose my throbbng cock, inviting him to feast on the pre cum leaking from the tip.
He swirled his tongue around the tip, then took it all in. Air hissed thru my teeth as I drew in a sharp breath. This man knew what he was doing and he was taking me to heights I'd never felt before. He laid me back across the bed, surrendering my dick long enough to quickly shed his clothes, giving me a breathtaking view of a man in prime condition.
A beatifully toned body, with nicely developed pecs covered with silver matted hair led down to hard six pack abs. Gordon obviously spent a lot of time in the gym and it had paid off. Below his abs, a thick bush of darker pubic hair surrounded a dick to die for. 8 inches of hard cut cock meat bounced up and down, with a clear drop of pre cum hanging from the tip.
We both admired the other's body for a few minutes, then Gordon said, "I can see what my son is so turned on by. Drew, you're gorgeous"! I blushed under the compliments and assured him I was just as turned on by his body and hoarsely whispered "Come on down here and let me suck that beautiful cock. I can't wait to feel it in my mouth, and in my ass"!
Gordon moved to the edge of the bed, which put his cock right at mouth level. I leaned over and engulfed the head and a couple of inches, bringing a long sigh from this stud that was actually hot for ME! "Oh, God, Drew...suck my dick you beautiful little cocksucker... wrap those lips around it and do me"!
I frantically sucked all of his cock I could while I took his ballsack in my hand, squeezing gently and pulling it down. "Ahhhh...Yes...yes...I love that...Play with my nuts, baby...suck me...It's all yours"! I stopped sucking, only long enough to move to his balls and give them a thorough bath with my wet tongue, then went back to sucking his dick.
"Let me get in that ass of yours, Drew. I can't wait to feel my dick slide into that tight hole". "I'm ready, Gordon. Fuck me with that big cock. I want it"! It took only moments for him to apply a soothing lotion to my ass, then coat his rod. I was relaxed and waiting. I knew I could take his dick without too much trouble, since it was about the same size as John's, but not quite as big as Captain Jennings'.
"Ready, Drew?" Gordon asked as his cock pressed against my hole. "Oh, yeah, give it to me". And give it he did! The head went in immediately and about 3 inches of shaft, before he stopped and let me adjust. I felt stuffed and wanted more. My legs were around his hips, so I pushed against his ass with my heels, urging him to give me the rest.
My head was thrown back and my mouth was open as Gordon fed the rest of his prick to me. When I felt his balls slap against me ass, I let out the breath I had been holding. "How does it feel, baby?" he asked breathing hard. "Like I've been waiting for it all my life. Now FUCK me lover, fuck me"!
For the next hour, Gordon did just that, in every conceivable position. His big cock pistoned in and out of my ass in a blur until he reached the point of no return. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and leaned over me plowing so deep, I thought his dick would stick out of my mouth. "Oh, yeah...I'm gonna cum...gonna fill your sweet little ass with my cum...get ready...Awwwwww,YESSSS...Urrgh...Urrgh...Urrgh...Cumming...Cumming"! I felt spurt after spurt blast into my clenching ass as we both screamed from the intense pleasure.
Gordon stayed between my legs, with his still hard cock buried in my ass. Cum was overflowing and running down the crack of my butt. When he realized I hadn't gotten off yet, he pulled his sopping wet dick out, making that wonderfully sexy slurpping sound, and took my straining cock in his mouth all the way down to the base. It only took about three strokes and I went into orbit, pumping a flood of cum into his sucking mouth.
When I had finally drained my balls and there was no more necter to taste, he reluctantly released my cock and fastened his lips to mine. Our tongues thrashed around inside, exploring every spot. We finally lay side by side, catching our breath. "Drew, that was the best I've ever had. I thought your ass was so tight, it would pinch off my dick".
I was still riding the excitement of having been thoroughly sucked and fucked by a man old enough to be my father. "Same here", I managed to wheeze. "God you really know how to fuck"! "That's about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me", Gordon replied. After relaxing for another hour, we arose, showered and dressed.
"Uh...Drew, J.R. doesn't know about this side of my life. I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything about it to him". "Don't worry", I assured him. "This is just between us. I won't ever forget it". "Neither will I", Gordon said, putting his arm around my shoulder and kissing me gently. "I hope you'll come back again with J.R. next summer". "I'd love too", I answered, "I hate to wait that long for another fuck from you, though". "You never can tell", he winked, "I travel all over, including Texas. I might just stop by...to see how J.R.'s doing, you know"!
Gordon had to leave the next day to go back to L.A. J.R. and I had the place to ourselves the rest of the stay and found time to play several more times, including a session in broad daylight by the pool, and I even fucked him one last time on the beach, after dark.
The company jet flew us back to Texas, and we arrived back at school refreshed and ready for the next school year. Also, Paul was due back the next day!!
End Of Part Two;
I hope my attempt at total fantasy didn't come over as too unrealistic. As I said, NONE of this last set actually happened. I never met J.R.'s father. We all stayed at school that summer. We had frequent repeats of getting together, for sex, but I didn't want to waste space describing nothing new. If you enjoyed this, Part Three will be out soon, taking us thru the Junior year of college. Please refer comments to ghettorod@hotmail.com