Jonty watched Carol walk away. Why was it that he didn't feel anything? He was eighteen, fit and healthy -- a red blooded man like any other -- but he couldn't feel the fire. She was dumping him because he wouldn't put out; he knew that he would be the butt of many a joke amongst his friends but he just couldn't do it.
The news spread like wildfire and Jonty was ragged rotten. Of course everyone assumed that he was gay and poor Jonty began to wonder if perhaps that was his problem. But, after looking at some cocks on the internet he decided that he wasn't overly interested in those either. He just wasn't interested in anyone and he knew his mind well enough to stand his ground: no more blind dates, no suggestions, and as for all the gay stuff he just let it was right over his head. He was getting tired of the fuckwits that he hung around with anyway and was determined to find other interests and new friends.
His quest for new interests led him to the library where upon his first visit he fell instantly, deeply and utterly in love. This went beyond lust; yes, he was simply smitten but he wanted more than that. He wanted, needed to know this person; the object of his desire was the redhead that worked behind the desk and Jonty felt his face flush as he drank in the beauty of the fiery red hair, the porcelain skin and amazing green eyes. But it was the cherry red lips had did him in; suddenly the door to desire was unlocked and all he wanted to do was kiss and kiss and kiss some more. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as his hardon tented his shorts while he tried to hide the massive bulge behind his books.
`Let me take those from you.' The voice cut into his lust-daze.
Reluctantly Kevin handed them over. He saw the green eyes widen as they traveled down his flat stomach and onto his wayward cock.
Wow, buddy you got it bad.' Once more that sexy voice penetrated Jonty's skull. Even his voice was beautiful. Suddenly Jonty had the urge to scream it from the mountaintops: yes, I'm gay and I so fucking turned on right now I think I might pop.' Instead he smiled and apologized.
No need to apologize,' the liquid-sex voice shot back I don't get to see anything quite that exciting around here usually.'
Jonty smiled. He couldn't believe it; they were on the same wavelength! Just this morning he didn't know what he was looking for but now it had been revealed and lust, it seemed, was not just his alone. The guy behind the desk briefly licked his sexy, ripe lips and desire was full in his eyes.
`The name's Kevin.' He stuck out his hand.
Electricity surged through Jonty's hand as his warm flesh touched Kevin's. This was how it's supposed to be, he told himself and made a mental note to apologize to Carol.
`Jonty. Pleased to meet you.' He shot back.
And then all too soon it was over. His books had been date stamped and someone else had appeared to check out their library books. Jonty took his books and started out the door.
Catch you later.' Kevin's voice followed him out into the bright sunshine and full heat of a mid-summer's day. Suddenly Jonty's eyes were opened to a new possibility. Catch you later,' Kevin had said. And boy, how he would love to be caught and held close and kissed and cuddled and tickled and wrestled, prodded and poked and kissed and stroked. The thoughts raced through his brain causing his thick cock to surge once again and he w as glad that he had the books to shield it from the public's view. It didn't help that suddenly he noticed the beauty of men like the strong, bronzed shoulders on a pair of bare-chested hunks that strode by. In a micro-second he had drunk in their beauty, noticed the hairless chests and tiny nipples and the flat bellies with the line of dark fuzz dipping south. Oh to undo those belt buckles, to slide those worn jeans down their hips, to press his nose into those furry crotches and inhale their man-scent on this warm day!
Already he felt like he was cheating on Kevin. He was sure that Kevin was mostly hairless, perhaps with just a few ginger swirls around the root of his alabaster cock, and that he would smell only of soap and aftershave and not of the musky crotch funk that quickened his pulse as he walked by those studs. He turned to look back at them now and admired the way that their fleshy butts rolled around in their jeans. He needed Kevin to come and save him and drag him away from his baser instincts. They would date, they would drink coffee, they would debate important issues and only once they had gotten to know each other would they make their first contact: perhaps they would hold hands, perhaps they would share a sweet gentle kiss.
Jonty could feel the sweat in his armpits and pouring down his back. His underpants were damp, not helped by the copious amounts of precum that oozed out of his cock, and he felt deliciously, disgustingly dirty. Thoughts of Kevin were interspersed with darker fantasies. Kevin's luscious red lips would kiss him and those tender arms would hold him tight. Jonty's heart would flutter in his ribcage like some poor caged songbird trying to set itself free. And into that daydream crashed the thoughts of big, beefy men: they would be swarthy and rugged, muscled and virile and they would force him to inhale their crotch scent and sit their hairy cracks right down on his face. It was as if a year's worth of lust was suddenly condensed into this one hour and Jonty's brain was in a frazzle.
Everywhere he looked there were men dressed for the heat of summer. On some of the older guys big balls and fat butts were trussed up in too-tight shorts perhaps last worn a summer ago but in Jonty's current lust-induced fug they were no less sexy that the dudes closer to his own age. At each turn there were beautiful legs, nice asses -- peachy and small, massively round and firm or even downright sloppy he enjoyed the sight of them all -- handsome faces, rugged faces, open faces, nice eyes, sexy lips, big hands...the list was endless. Every man that he saw that day was eye candy. His sweet tooth had been starved too long and now it insisted on drinking in and storing the beauty of every single man that passed his way. And still his cock ached in his shorts and he walked round and round town in an aimless daze unable to return home until something, and he knew not what, had happened to him.
And still Kevin was in that air-conditioned room with all those books. Perhaps he was a geeky nerd but he was certainly the sexiest one that Jonty had ever seen. If only he could come out now and rescue Jonty from this aimless street lusting that drove him round and round the same few blocks.
Is that what all the guys are wearing this summer,' a voice cut through his thoughts as he walked past a greengrocer's on the corner a book to hide your hardon?'
Jonty stopped and blushed and tried to reply but his mouth was dry. The guy who had asked the question was standing there wearing just a pair of rugby shorts and a T-shirt and sneakers. He had the sexiest, hairiest legs that Jonty could imagine. This was one of the men who had been in his daydream, forcing Jonty's face into his musky crack. There was a full bulge in his tiny shorts and Jonty could not tear his eyes away. The man noticed this and shoved his hand down inside his shorts and rearranged his equipment so that his fat cock was now clearly outlined across his thigh. The stranger had dark hair and dark eyes and long silky dark hair forested his forearms. The man was sex; there was simply no other way to put it. Jonty tried to draw his book closer to his throbbing organ that threatened to spew its juicy load right there on the street corner in front of the Portuguese Café & Greengrocers.
`You trying to give every man in this town a heart attack?' the stranger asked him.
Jonty couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had gone from virgin to sex-wise man of the world in under an hour. First Kevin, now this guy. Damn he was hot! Forget about a summer of love, this was his hour of lust. He was so incredibly turned on that he could hardly speak; knowing that he was giving this sexy hunk the hots had boosted Jonty's confidence into the stratosphere but his mouth was so dry
he could hardly get the words out.
It's just that I'm just so damn horny.' Jonty finally managed to say.
You and me both.' The stranger replied. I woke up this morning with a raging hardon but the wife's not putting out at the moment so what do you say you and I sneak off for a little cock fun?'
I shouldn't...' Jonty said, but even as the words left his mouth he knew that he would.
`Why not?'
It's just...well, see...I've never been with a guy,' he stammered and there's this other guy I'm real keen on.'
`Is he keen on you?' the dark haired sexy beast asked. There was a hint of disappointment in his voice.
I hope so.' Jonty replied. But I don't know him well enough and it's so hot right now and I'm feeling so horned up.'
Well, the way I see it,' the man replied is maybe this other guy you are keen on has had some experience before and if you've never been with a guy before...' his voice trailed away.
`You could show me stuff?' Jonty asked.
`It would be a pleasure, a pretty peach like you.'
`But what about your wife?'
`She's not going to be there, is she? And I'm not going to tell her about us, and once we've had our fun you'll lose interest in me anyway because you've got this other guy.
`Aw shucks, I don't know...' Jonty told him.
The man reached down and rubbed his thumb over his thick cock and Jonty's eyes just about popped out on stalks. He wanted to see that fat cock in the flesh, wanted to see the man's body hair and inspect his meaty arse. Kevin was fading away.
`You wouldn't... you know, hurt me or anything?' Jonty asked.
Wouldn't hurt a fly.' The man grinned and stuck out a hairy paw. The name's Greg.'
`Jonty. Pleased to meet you.'
`And I'll be mighty pleased to eat you.' Greg added before delivering a devilish chortle that suddenly put Jonty at ease.
He jumped in Greg's car which was parked just around the corner and Greg drove them out to the river on the edge of town. Jonty could remember going fishing there with his grandfather many years ago but they drove on past the turn off that the fishermen used and the road narrowed to a rutted dirt track. Jonty was very slightly nervous but was in too deep; he simply could not back away now because his cock would not let him. Greg turned off the track and drove through some bushes and parked the car close to a tree.
`What is this place?' Jonty asked.
`This is where men go when they need a little relief.' Greg replied. Jonty felt a shiver of excitement sweep through him. He couldn't believe in their little town that there were men doing things like this: married men wanting and needing cock, men who would seduce strangers on street corners and drive them down some narrow country track and park up in the bushes.
`What happens here?' he asked.
`Well, if a man needs somewhere to bring a friend to have a little fun, a place where nobody is going to judge him, he can come to this place. But also, if he is feeling horny he can come out here and wait and see if any other horny guys turn up and then if they like the look of each other they can have a little fun together.'
`It's just fun for you?'
Pretty much.' Greg replied. I like being married; it's not like I'm some closet case but every once in a while I just like the feel of another man's cock in my hand. Now, I think we've done enough talking, don't you?'
Jonty gulped and nodded. He saw Greg take something out of the glove box and slip it into his pocket; he wasn't sure what it was but he just knew it was something naughty, something to do with sex. He looked down at his stiff cock once more tenting his flimsy soccer shorts. Greg reached over and tweaked it and then opened his door and got out. Jonty followed him and the older man led them through a tangle of vegetation until they came to a clearing under a tree. It seemed very private in there and Jonty was ready for whatever Greg had in store for him. The older man pulled him close and Jonty was a little surprised when suddenly Greg's tongue was snaking past his lips and grappling with his tongue. His first kiss! It took his breath away. Greg's back was so broad and strong as Jonty's hands played up and down its length while they kissed until finally his hands came to rest of that meaty arse and he gave it a good squeeze.
Greg broke off the kiss.
`You like my arse?' he asked.
`It's beautiful.' Jonty replied.
`Why don't you take my shorts off?' Greg asked.
With quaking hands Jonty slid Greg's tight shorts down his strong thighs. He was wearing a pair of bright red underpants and there was a little wet spot on the left where his precum had oozed into the fabric. I did that! Jonty thought to himself. He was as pleased as punch. His beauty and desirability had made this hunky man's excitement juice ooze out of his cock. Jonty knelt before Greg now and looked at those big balls cupped close in his underpants; he pressed his face into the fabric and inhaled Greg's scent. It was as powerful and as sexy as he had dreamed it would be. As he sniffed the intoxicating aroma he stroked those big, furry thighs and desire overwhelmed him. All inhibitions were swept away as he made Greg turn around and then after admiring the shape and heft of Greg's big booty Jonty pressed his face against the damp fabric covering his buttcrack.
His first masniff filled his brain and sent pulses of desire through his already blood engorged cock. Jonty's cock was so incredibly hard he was afraid it would burst clean out of its skin. He couldn't believe that he was doing something so incredibly disgusting and yet it was tuning him on so much.
`Oooh lick my arsehole!' Greg begged.
And Jonty was powerless even though those words triggered shame and disgust. He just kept sniffing Greg's musky spice hole and Greg's desperate hunger was raw in his voice as he begged Jonty over and over.
`Please, lick it! Eat me, kiss my bumhole!' he growled.
Jonty's resistance crumpled. He lowered those red underpants down Greg's furry thighs. His pale, hairy meaty arse came into view and Jonty felt sick with lust. The sight of this man's big bum cut through all his reservations, through all of society's taboos and rules; this arse was made for sex, it was designed to tease and tempt and lead men astray. And if he could help it this ass would be collecting a huge load of thick, creamy spunk before the afternoon was over. But first it demanded service and Jonty hefted those big cheeks apart and teased his tongue over the ridged flesh of Greg's furry fuck hole. Greg bellowed like a wounded beast as Jonty's hot tongue burrowed up his sensitive asshole. For a first-timer the young stud sure was doing a good job. Greg took hold of his fat cock and slowly jerkerd the fleshy skin back and forth over his overheated cockhead.
Greg had been kissed back there a number of times but this was proving the best. The way Jonty ate him out and stroked his thighs and his big goose eggs was just out of this world. It was with reluctance that he pulled away and turned around and presented Jonty with his fat cock. Jonty gasped when he saw that thick monster rod bobbing about in front of his face with a long drool of precum leaking out of it. He gathered up the love juice on his thumb and tasted it. It was ambrosia slipping down this throat. He was amazed at how dark Greg's cock was compared to his pale thighs and how big his balls were and how low they hung. If the world was full of women and Greg was the only man on earth there would be no chance whatsoever that the human race would ever go extinct. His potent seedbags looked brimful of juice and Jonty sniffed them once more before teasing his tongue against the smooth skin.
Greg yelped as the handsome twink's tongue traced across his big balls. He loved having his balls licked and his ass eaten and his cock sucked; this sexy dude was pressing all the right buttons. Once more Jonty's hands played over Greg's skin as he licked the older man's nads and then at last he took that fat cock into his mouth and began to nurse it the way he imagined it should be done. As he kissed and licked and nibbled his hands traveled up Greg's thighs and now he pressed a finger into his sweaty crack until it found the ring of his desire and pushed past Greg's resistance into the fiery heat of the interior.
`Oh buddy, you're getting me too close.' Greg protested.
Greg pulled Jonty to his feet and kissed him, tasting his musky masculinity on the younger man's tongue. Greg couldn't remember when last he was so horny. He couldn't decide which he wanted more: to fuck the stud's little peachy ass or to surrender his meaty manfulness to the rampant rod of a virginal eighteen year old stud. It was not often that Greg got poked but there was something about this encounter that was pushing all his buttons. As he kissed Greg's hands went down to Jonty's sweet little cupcakes and he gave them a good feel, making Jonty feel faint with desire. He wondered whether it would hurt but he knew if Greg wanted his bum there was no way he could say no.
He was surprised when Greg knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts down. Jonty's big cock was suddenly free of its cage and it just about took Greg's eye out as it slapped up against his belly. Inch for inch he matched the big man but Jonty's balls were just the size of walnuts compared to the goose eggs that dangled below Greg's juicy cock. Greg lifted Jonty's cock now and took both of his balls into his mouth and tongue loved them the best way he knew how. Jonty closed his eyes and let out the horniest moan that Greg hade ever heard in his life. He knew exactly what the sexy twink was feeling and Greg was determined to make this, his first time, the best he would ever know. He wanted Jonty to remember their fuck long after his name would have slipped from Jonty's memory. Greg's big hands stroked Jonty's smooth thighs and cupped his muffins. The tongue stud's ass was small but fleshy and as smooth as satin. The thought of his big cock sliding between those peachy virginal cheeks just about made the older man blast his spunk into the dust.
Wrapping his fist around Jonty's impressively big cock Greg took it into his mouth. He remembered how he had first caught sight, from a side angle, of the rampant tool that Jonty had sought to hide with his book. The excitement that had coursed through his veins then was as nothing compared to the excitement he felt now. He was still undecided: cock or arse, which did he want more? The thought of fucking Jonty's delicious bumhole, of taking his cherry, was making him crazy but he knew if he gifted his big butt to the young man it would be a memory that would stay with him forever. The lust that the younger man felt over his big, hairy bum was evident and Greg knew that the feeling of being buried deep in that warm pit would be something that Jonty would enjoy immensely.
Greg was still undecided when he had Jonty step out of his shorts and turn around. His pale little bum was incredibly shapely and Greg parted his smooth cheeks and gazed at the pretty pink slit that lay behind a fringe of dark, silky hair. It was prettier than many a pussy that Greg had seen his lifetime. It was the kind of pucker to make grown men weak at the knees; in times of war, or in an enforced men-only environment, even the straightest stud would have a hard time resisting Jonty's doughnut. Just as Jonty had sniffed him out, Greg now grooved on the young man's musk before drilling him with his tongue. Jonty yelped as the magical sensation set his nerves on fire and he clung onto a tree branch as if his life depended on it. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as Greg reamed his dainty arsehole and when Greg took his magical tongue away and Jonty felt a cold slippery sensation slithering over his puckerhole he thought he was ready. Greg's thick, insistent finger slid into his virginal chute and made Jonty's eyes water but soon the lube had worked its magic, letting the finger easily glide backward and forwards through his assguts. And now Greg eased his finger out of Jonty's hole and took a few seconds to look at the slippery little love lips that glistened in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the trees. Above them a bird was singing and life had never felt so real for either man. Greg rubbed some lube into his surprisingly slender cockhead and felt thankful in that moment that he didn't have one of those flared mushroom caps that he had seen on some men. He stepped up to the plate and pressed home in a long, slow, sensual glide.
Jonty gritted his teeth and stifled a cry of protest as that fat hog bit into his ass; it felt like he was being sliced clean in two. Nobody told him that it would hurt so bad. But now Greg was nibbling his earlobes and this new sensation coupled with the fact that he had the sexiest man alive right t here in his arsehole made him want to preserve. And the more Greg licked his neck and nibbled his earlobes and whispered sweet nothings in his ear the easier it got. Soon Greg began to gently stroke about in Jonty's guts and the intense pain he had felt on first entry gave way to a much more manageable ache that itself soon gave way to the most amazing feeling in the world. Now he understood why guys did it; it wasn't just to please your partner but to take your own pleasure. He pressed his dainty ass back against the invading might of Greg's fat slippery cock and pressed his ring tight against its girth and took great delight in the groan that rose up in Greg's throat. He was doing this! Milking this man, this oversexed bisexual adventurer, with his hot little bubble butt and making him moan like a manatee in heat, if indeed manatees in heat ever did moan.
They were like a machine now, working together to pleasure themselves and each other in the cooling shade of a huge old tree on a scorching hot summer afternoon. The heat of the day had brought out the pheromones that had attracted them to each other and got them sniffing and licking each other's butts like animals in the rutting season. Jonty loved the feel of Greg's big hand on his stomach, steadying and supporting him as he fucked. The more he relaxed the better that hot cock felt as it slid deep into his guts. Who knew that he would have pleasure receptors buried deep inside him, primed for the feel of a man's steel sliding over them. Greg's hot, sweaty, furry chest was right close to his back and his magical scent swirled directly into Jonty's brain. He was certain that this was the best fuck in history and even if he never got another in his whole life he would be a winner. They sweated. They mumbled. They shivered and shuddered. And on and on Greg's big, hard cock stroked. Sometimes he would pull it all the way out of Jonty's ass before gliding back in. Each time he slid back into the slick warmth it was like having a mini orgasm and his big balls were working closer and closer to his body.
Greg slid his hand down to Jonty's hard cock now and began to slowly jerk the warm and silky shaft. Jonty instinctively knew that his lover was close and wanted them to finish together. He was more than ready. He squeezed his vice like ring down on Greg's cock, making the older stud groan out loud. Over and over Jonty clamped down on that amazing cock that had pleasured his insides so beautifully. Now Greg's fist flew up and down Jonty's cock creating so much friction that it warmed up quite considerably. Greg heard the young stud gasp and he knew how the sensations that he was producing in Jonty's ass would heighten his orgasm.
`Oh, cum for me!' Greg groaned.
He could feel his own orgasm building up, the sensations rushing out from his groin to his brain and then overloading his nervous system. His cock ached. His big butt pounded harder now, punching his love too deep into Jonty's hungry butthole. The sweat dripped off their bodies, they were lost in mumbles and sighs and gurgles: a river of lust was in spate and sweeping them away in its tumult. Greg gently stroked Jonty's balls with his free hand, using feather soft touches and it was just the trigger he needed to give Jonty the orgasm that would wedge forever in his brain. The young bull roared as his body shuddered and a javelin of spunk flew out of his overheated cock to land on some leaves. It was followed by another powerful jet and then another, buckling Jonty's knees and making him whimper. The sound of his young lover in such immense ecstasy got to Greg and he stopped fighting the inevitable. His cock exploded deep in Jonty's guts drenching his well used ass with a soothing balm of potent manjuice.
When they had calmed down and their breathing had return to normal Greg eased his big cock out of Jonty's well used hole and hugged him close.
`Was that okay for you?' he asked.
`It was better than I had ever imagined it could be.' Jonty replied.
Greg's pride was fully evident in the cocky smile he had on his face. Normally, at this point, he would tuck everything away and make ready to leave but this was a special occasion. He kissed Jonty very tenderly and what started out as a slow burner soon flared into a second bout of outright man-on-man lust. Jonty's cock was hard again; Greg couldn't believe that he could recover so soon and he knew what he wanted to do with it this time. He picked up the bottle of lube and made sure that Jonty could see him working some up his big bum. When he was done he applied a dollop to Jonty's red cockhead and worked the cooling gel into it. Jonty sighed as Greg's fingers worked their magic on him. He could still feel the older man's presence, feel his spunk leaking out of his ass but now when Greg bent over in front of him and parted those plump, pale, hairy cheeks and invited Jonty to spear him his interest in sex was rekindled.
Greg's furry ass looked utterly amazing with all the lube slicking the long, silky hair down and his big pucker glistening so invitingly. Jonty was tempted to jerk off while looking at this horny
sight but Greg repeated his invitation, with a little more urgency in his voice this time. Time was moving on, he was a married man and soon he would have to start answering questions about where he had been. It didn't take Jonty too long to figure this all out and he didn't want to let Greg down. He rubbed his sensitive cockhead over Greg's slick asslips a couple of times and then he sank his shaft, keeping up the pressure until he was all the way in, just as Greg had done with him. And now as he kissed Greg's broad neck he felt the amazing heat of his assguts transfer into his own body through his cock. Just a short while ago he was being topped and pumped full of air and spunk and he found it amazing to think that they had turned things around so quickly. Looking down on Greg's broad back and seeing the point where his suntan ended and where the hair started to sweep into the valley of his buttcheeks was an incredible turn on, as was seeing his thick cock slice into that beefy masculine arse.
Almost from first entry Jonty's balls began to protest; he was rubbing his cock raw and sending signals to his cum-factory and his little nuts were desperate for release. Experiencing the heat of a man's ass, and lusting over Greg's perfect fuck flesh and hearing him sigh as he quickened his pace was starting to get to Jonty. He fucked faster and faster, intent only upon bashing one out. He needed to cum and mighty fast; this big, beautiful bum was simply too perfect for a first-timer. His thrusting cock was pumping so much air up Greg's ass that Jonty was convinced that people on the other side of the river could hear it. He squelched in and out of that hot, slippery tunnel making the most incredibly rude sounds that simply fuelled
his lust.
Give it to me!' Greg growled. Gimme your cream'
Greg's big balls and soft fleshy cock slapped about between his legs as Jonty fucked him. He would be shitting bricks tomorrow he knew, but he didn't mind. This young stud's passion and vigor was something to behold. It made Greg mighty proud to think that his big, beefy arse would be the receptacle of Jonty's first spew inside another man. He could tell that Jonty was close and he urged him on, desperate to get that big cock out of his aching hole but not before it had spewed the sexy twinks' fuck sauce up inside his guts. He looked forward to the feeling of driving home with another man's jism leaking out of his abused hole. Jonty fucked faster and deeper the closer he got to the edge and Greg tried to help him along by clamping down on his rigid rod.
`Oooh yeah!' Jonty moaned and Greg knew he had won the battle.
After a final kiss and hug the two men dressed and drove back into town. Jonty was floating on air as the memories of his first fuck tumbled around his brain.
`Happy?' Greg asked as he watched the smile play across Jonty's pretty face.
`More than you will ever know.' Jonty replied.
`I hope you get things together with your boyfriend.' Greg told him.
`He is not my boyfriend.' Jonty replied.
Yeah, but you want him to be, don't you? I hope things work out for you two.' Greg said, and then softly, after a pause but I hope you never forget me.'
No chance of that.' Jonty replied. Let's see, my first kiss, my first butt-sniff,' he counted things off on his fingers `my first rimming, the first cock in my mouth and arse and the first mouth and arse that I've ever fucked! Mister, there's not much chance of me ever forgetting you.'
He was a little sad when Greg dropped him off a few blocks from home. Greg leaned in close and gave him a very quick kiss on the lips. Instinctively Jonty opened his lips to receive Greg's tongue but it was already over. After Greg gave him a quick squeeze of his thigh Jonty climbed out of the car and said goodbye. He stood rooted to the spot and watch Greg drive off into the setting sun. Already he was moving from reality into memory but what a damn fine memory he was.
The next time Jonty went to the library it was busy so all he got was a quick flash of a smile from Kevin. Deflation crushed his ego as he walked away from the library. He had planned out what he was going to say to Kevin and in his mind's eye it had all been perfect. Instead all he got was a quick hi and bye. Could this be the same object of his affection, the love of his life? Jonty was tempted to go out to the place where the horny guys hung out. Perhaps there would be some furry, big butted stud out there that would want him, a man that would have time for him and give him the attention that he craved from Kevin. Realizing that he was now looking for excuses to do the thing he promised himself he would not do again he went home and tried to think up a better plan to win Kevin's heart.
A week dragged by. Jonty felt he could now try again without seeming too desperate. He went back to the library and this time it was empty. Kevin was friendly and they chatted about this and that, and nothing in particular. When it came time to leave Jonty was just so pleased at how well things had gone between them that he forgot to ask Kevin out like he had intended to. And somehow it seemed to work better that way; he would stop by the library every week and he and Kevin would laugh and chat and it was all so easy and relaxed. Jonty fell deeper and deeper in love with his sexy red-head as the weeks went by but before long desire began to raise its horny head. He realized that it he didn't get some action soon his blue balls would simply explode.
On pay day he went over to the library and as soon as he had said hello asked Kevin if he would like to go out for a meal. The blush that rouged Kevin's alabaster skin was so fierce that Jonty was afraid he might pop a blood vessel. It was as if he had made the most inappropriate suggestion and poor Jonty squirmed as he waited for a reply.
`When you say go out for a meal, do you mean like... on a date?' Kevin asked at last.
The words sounded strange on his lips. Jonty hadn't really thought of dating a guy; he just wanted to make this man his and to love him and bed him but somehow he felt a little embarrassed at the thought of asking Kevin out on a date!
`Yeah...kinda...I guess so.' Jonty struggled with his reply.
Well, do you like me or not?' Kevin demanded.
`You know I do.' Jonty said as he felt his own cheeks flush.
`Well, you showed me that just the one time but I thought you had lost interest.' Kevin continued.
No, no.' Jonty told him. I've not lost interest; it's just that I wanted to do it properly. You know, not just rush in...'
`I'll be ready at seven.' Kevin beamed.
Jonty felt a strange nervousness as he walked into the darkened interior of the restaurant with Kevin. What would they make of two guys dining together, he wondered? That nervousness was soon replaced by shock as he looked at the prices on the menu. He sure as hell hoped that Kevin didn't have expensive tastes as he would be washing dishes for a month if he did. How the hell could food cost so much, Jonty wondered. Kevin was still reading through the wine list when suddenly the waiter appeared with a bottle of wine.
The gentleman would like you to accept this wine.' He said as he discreetly nodded in the direction of the corner of the room that Jonty had his back to. It comes highly recommended.
Kevin looked at the wine and approved.
`Wow, that's fifty bucks a bottle. Tell him I said thank you.' Kevin replied.
The waiter uncorked the wine and asked Jonty if he would like to taste it but as he hadn't a clue what he was supposed to be tasting he told Kevin to do it. As soon as the waiter withdrew Jonty asked Kevin why he was sent a bottle of wine.
`Oh, I did him a big favor once.' Kevin replied and the started enthusing about the wine.
The ugly green monster stirred in Jonty's belly. Who was the man and what was the favor, he wondered. Turning around he looked in the direction the waiter had indicated and saw him! His heart skipped a beat and he felt a strange tightening in his gut and chest. There, looking as handsome as fuck dressed in suit and tie was none other than Greg and sat across from him was an incredibly beautiful, sophisticated looking woman. Wife, or mistress, Jonty wondered. And suddenly it dawned on him: the wine might have been intended for him and yet Kevin thought that he was the recipient. And if Kevin was the recipient, what was the favor that he had done for Greg?
`What kind of favor?' he asked Kevin.
Oh it was nothing.' He waved a hand as if to dismiss it. Thank you for bringing me here; it's very sweet of you.'
Jonty was restless. He was torn between feeling jealous that perhaps Kevin had been with Greg but strangely, considering that he thought he was so hopelessly in love with Kevin, he was even more jealous of the woman that was with Greg. He wished it was he sitting at that table, feeling Greg's big paw placed over his hand and gazing into those sexy eyes. How could any one man look so good in both tiny rugby shorts and an evening suit? And try as he might to snap out of it he could not. At last he stood up, excused himself and went to the bathroom just to give himself a minute or two to clear his head. This was madness: here he was out on his first date with the guy he loved and all he could think of was the crazy, sexy fuck he had had out in the bushes with the big bear of the man who was now dining with his wife.
Jonty was lost in thought as he stood at the urinal taking a leak when suddenly he aware of someone sliding up to the urinal beside him.
`Was the wine any good?' the deep voice filled the small room.
`You sent the wine to Kevin?' Jonty couldn't keep the petulance out of his voice.
It was for both of you.' Came the reply. I guessed he must be your special friend.'
`But you fucked him too, right?'
And even as he asked this Jonty could not help looking down at the thick, brown cock in Greg's hand and watching as he snaked back his foreskin before letting a powerful jet of piss start splashing the porcelain. Damn, why did that thing turn him on so bad?
`No !' Never.' Greg replied.
`So what's the favor he did you?'
`Favor?'
`Yeah, the waiter brought the wine over and said the gentleman in the corner had sent it. I couldn't see who it was but Kevin could. He said he had done you a favor once, that was why you had sent the wine over. And when I looked over I saw it was you.'
Aah that, I d almost forgotten.' He was shaking his fat hog off now.
The sight of that beautiful slab of man-meat was about to be tucked away was too much for Jonty; he reached out and took it in his hand and delighted in the feel of its warmth and weight.
Greg smiled and reached over and cupped a hand around Jonty's little bubble butt.
`We'd better get back huh? Before they send out a rescue party!'
Reluctantly Jonty let go of Greg's cock and tucked his wood away as he watched Greg put his own cock back in its cage.
`What was the favor?' he persevered.
I had taken a book out of the library for work and then forgot all about it as I never read a thing. When my wife found it one day she insisted I take it back. When your friend told me what the fine would be for bringing the book back so late I wanted to kick myself; I could have bought the damn book two times over. And oh,' Greg paused I get it now. I've just figured out why it happened! While I was standing there trying to get out of this I suddenly had an itch in my crotch and I stuck my hand down inside my shorts and gave my balls a good scratch. I apologized to him but he just blushed beet red and said to forget about the fine.'
`So you didn't fuck him?' Jonty asked.
`I swear not.' Greg told him.
`Gimme a kiss,' the words were out of Jonty's mouth before he knew what he was saying.
Greg leaned in and gave him just the briefest kiss full on the lips. Instinctively Jonty opened his mouth but already Greg was withdrawing.
You don't need somebody like me,' Greg said sadly. You've got your special friend out there and you two look good together. I think you're the kind of guy that needs more than just a quick fuck under the trees once a month so you go get him, tiger!'
And then after a quick, light punch on the arm Greg was gone. Jonty was in shock. The intensity of the emotion he felt, the desire he felt for Greg, was overwhelming. He splashed cold water onto his face and tried to calm himself down. When he got back to the table he noticed that Greg and his companion were just leaving. He forced himself to look away or else he would have betrayed hi lovesick puppy state to the man who was supposed to be the center of his world.
`You were gone a long time.' Kevin told him when he sat down.
`Sorry. My stomach feels a bit funny.' Jonty lied.
`You're not nervous about anything, are you?'
Yeah actually I am a bit nervous.' Jonty said. You know...first date and all that.
`There's nothing to be nervous about. If the main course is as good as the starter and the wine I don't think I could say no to anything you might want to ask me later.'
`Really?' Jonty asked, feeling guilty now for touching Greg's beefy cock and for wanting him so bad.
`Yes, really. You're a bit of a mystery Jonty Miller but I like you loads.'
`A mystery? Why do you say that?'
`Well first off you appear out of nowhere and grab my attention by showing me that massive boner tenting your flimsy shorts then after that you back off and chat like we're just pals. And then just when I've given up hope you invite me on a date. And then you disappear into the john for the longest time at the same time that the guy who bought us the wine was in there...'
`I was just saying thank you.' Jonty told him as he felt sweat prickle his upper lip.
`What, by giving him a blowjob?' Kevin asked.
The man was here with his wife.' Jonty pointed out. He was telling me about how you let him off his library fine.'
`Sorry, I'm just being silly. Forgive me.' Kevin's voice was soft and small.
`Nothing to forgive.' Jonty replied as he reached out and quickly patted Kevin's hand.
The rest of the meal was perfect. The food was good and Jonty had a slight buzz from the wine. He and Kevin had reached some new level of understanding and what was best was that he knew he was going to get laid! It had been a long time coming. As they made their way through ridiculously huge slices of cheesecake thoughts of Greg started to fade from Jonty's mind to be replaced by ones of making love to the beautiful guy sitting across from him. How lucky it was that Kevin had his own apartment, thought Jonty. And then his mind started to get away from him: Kevin had his own apartment and that was because he was a year older than Jonty and had been working a year longer. And if he was a year older might he also have a year's head start in the mating game? Suddenly he had to know.
`You ever been with a guy?' Jonty whispered as he leaned in across the table.
`Just this one guy.' Kevin replied.
`What happened with him?'
`Nothing really. It wasn't going anywhere; he was married but I didn't know that at the start. How about you?'
`Pretty much the same. The dude was married.' Jonty felt suddenly older than his years.
No more married men, huh?' Kevin said. Unless...' he held up his hand and wriggled his ring finger.
`You know I would if it was legal.' Jonty replied.
`Really!' Kevin's face was so red that Jonty could almost feel the heat on his side of the table.
They were back on track. He really was keen on this sexy blushing red head but had allowed himself to be momentarily distracted by a big beefy cock from the past. But now he would make it up to Kevin. Jonty's heart thumped in his chest as they paid the bill and walked back to Kevin's apartment. He want to stop right there under the street lights and kiss his man but that would be tempting providence in their conservative town.
Once they were safely inside Kevin's living room Jonty pulled him close and kissed him full on those ripe, red lips. He felt Kevin's sweet soft lips part and Jonty pushed his tongue into his lover's mouth. Oh the thrill of it! It swept through his body like wild fire, setting his nerves jangling and his big fat cock a-throbbing in his pants. He had to have Kevin now; it couldn't wait a minute longer. Reluctantly Jonty broke off their kiss and started unbuttoning Kevin's shirt. His lover's skin was as smooth and pale as marble with not a hair or a blemish to spoil the glide of Jonty's hand over that flat expanse of skin. His nipples were two tiny pink nubs and his belly taut and sexy. Jonty got down on his knees and kissed Kevin's belly button and heard him gasp. He was so close to the object of his desire but Jonty decided to resist a little longer. He stood up again and carefully took Kevin's shirt off his body. Lifting Kevin's arms Jonty attempted to kiss his almost smooth armpits but Kevin dissolved in a fit of giggles and dropped his arms. Pulling Kevin down onto the carpet the two young studs wrestled with each other and felt their hard cocks crushed up against each other. Hands grabbed at butts and hips ground and thrust while love, heat, tenderness and pure animal lust were mixed together and reflected in their eyes as they gazed at each other.
`I want you...' it was Kevin whose need peaked first.
Jonty quickly stripped his lover naked and drank in the beauty of his naked flesh for the first time. Just as Jonty had imagined Kevin had very little pubic hair, just a few long ginger wisps swirled around the base of his manhood. But what a cock it was! Pale and fleshy with a full foreskin that kept the cockhead hidden from view, Jonty thought it a work of art and guessed it to be about seven inches long. It wasn't quite as fat as his but it was a very healthy and potent looking prod and hanging loose below was a set of smooth, fat nuts that put his own tiny balls to shame. Jonty pushed Kevin down on the settee and got between his legs. Pushing them up in the air he parted Kevin's satin smooth cheeks and found himself just inches away from the prettiest little pink rosebud that he could ever imagine. Lust overwhelmed him as he let his face fall into Kevin's crack; it was clean and smelled only of soap and Jonty felt slightly cheated and very guilty as he compared it to Greg's musky, furry manhole.
Kevin cried out in delight as once more he experienced the amazing sensation of a man's tongue burrowing into his sluthole. This time thought it was ten times better than the last time because he was being rimmed by the man he loved. Holding his legs up in the air he gave Jonty free reign and the pair worked each other up into frenzy. Jonty came off Kevin's cock now and reached for his big, pale cock. He slowly stretched the foreskin back and a strong whiff of cock-juices filled his nostrils. Slowly, slowly he eased the tight skin back over the shiny red knob and caught sight of a waxy deposit trapped under the flared ridge. The potent smell had Jonty's head in a spin; j ust as Greg's hairy butt had driven his lust to intense heights the sight and smell of Kevin's stinky cock-cheese got Jonty really worked up. His rational mind told him that this was just plain wrong but he was so sexed up that he knew that somehow that pungent smell had entered his brain by some older, baser route that he had no control over. He rubbed at the cheese and worked it off Kevin's slimy redhead intensifying the pungent aroma in the process and about making Kevin jump out of his skin as his sensitive cock-knob was manipulated in this way. He was on the edge of cumming and as soon as Jonty took his overexcited cock into his warm mouth Kevin spewed forth a massive load of spunk. Jonty swallowed fast to keep from gagging and nursed his lover's cock when he was done cumming while trying to decipher the component parts of the strange taste in his mouth.
I'm sorry...' Kevin said. You were just too good.'
`That's okay. Nothing to be sorry about.' Jonty told him as he sat next to him and hugged him close.
Jonty was certain that the moment was over and that he would have to satisfy himself with a quick wank in the bathroom before bedtime but he was wrong. Kevin pulled away from their embrace and got down between Jonty's legs and started licking his balls. Jonty sighed in appreciation as Kevin's tongue swirled over his sensitive little orbs while his hands played up and down his thighs. Now Kevin took Jonty's fat hog into his mouth and teased his tongue around the crown. That thick cock throbbed in Kevin's mouth and Jonty's brain was suddenly invaded by the memory of sliding into Greg's warm assguts. The man was like a panther prowling through the nighttime of Jonty's imagination; what would it take to make him go away? The answer came soon enough.
`I want you to fuck me.' Kevin said as he looked up into Jonty's eyes.
The pair just about tripped over their feet in their haste to get to the bedroom. As soon as they were on the bed Jonty parted Kevin's cheeks and kissed his little love-lips once more. Soon he would be gliding past the defense of that puckered ring and into the heat of his lover's chute: the thought of it got Jonty's cock so excited that it threatened to spew as it rubbed up against the duvet. Judging Kevin to be ready he asked if he had any lube and quickly accepted the little bottle with trembling fingers. He squeezed out a cold gloop of stuff and rubbed it against Kevin's hot hole making it glisten in the most inviting way. Applying more lube to his fingertip Jonty now pushed into his man, owning him and letting him know what was coming his way. Kevin greedily accepted Jonty's finger, wriggling around on it and clamping his ring down on it and that was more than Jonty could bear. He grunted in satisfaction as his fat cock sliced into the warmth of Kevin's slicked up chute. Kevin's grunt was more one of protest rather than pleasure but he knew that he had to ride it out, that it would get better; after all, he was offering up his body to his lover in the most intimate way for the very first time. The memory of this lovemaking session would stay with them for all time.
Now that Jonty was buried to the bone he remembered his initial discomfort at having a man sliding about inside his ass and he made a determined effort to be gentler. The pair soon found their rhythm and the pain in Kevin's stretched asshole disappeared to be replaced by the most amazing sensations. He couldn't believe that all he had to do was lie there and enjoy them: he would probably do this for his worst enemy if felt that good, but doing it for his first love intensified the pleasure. And when Jonty started nibbling his earlobes and whispering sweet nothings in his ear the experience was ramped up a few more notches. He remembered his excitement on seeing Jonty's cock tenting his shorts back in the library that day; it was love and lust at first sight. Now that juicy cock was inside him, filling him up and cementing their love. Kevin couldn't think of anything that could make him happier.
Jonty looked down at Kevin's slender shoulders and his pale, smooth back and his fiery red thatch of hair. How much he loved this dude! And how much he loved stroking off in his peachy little ass! Kevin was writhing about underneath him now and Jonty could feel him clamping down on his big cock and he knew he couldn't last long. Pride filled his breast: they had done it, they had overcome the obstacles and established a bond and now his lover's beautiful asshole was milking the very seed out of his body. He could feel his orgasm building up and spreading through his body; he curled his toes and panted hard as he thrust, thrust, thrust...his tiny balls were drawn up tight, sweat dripped from his brow and a spasm momentarily twitched his own asshole and then he saw stars as his cock exploded and offloaded such a powerful jet of thick, hot spunk that it made his cock ache. He cried out loud as his balls drained and collapsed in a heap on Kevin's back. The spent pair lay in a heap while their breathing returned to normal and luxuriated in the afterglow of their first proper fuck.
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