If my boyfriend Jimmy and me want to have a 'three-way' sex experience we have to make it up; you know, pretend. We call it a three-way-fantasy. The reason it has to be a fantasy is we're still in the 'closet' so we simply don't know any other gay guys. We have to make-up the third gay guy. I feel I have a valid and sensible reason for still being in the closet even though I'm 20 years old (20, as of last Sept. )... I've outlined my reasons in earlier stories.
Jimmy was also 20 years old last September and he and I share an apartment near the college campus we attend. We're in our sophomore year and are having a hell of a good time. At college Jimmy is the serious student and I'm the happy-go-lucky fuck-up, but we make a good team. (At home I'm not so happy-go-lucky, however that's another story entirely).... Jimmy helps me with class work and I help him to have fun. We don't have to help each other with our sex drive because we both have similar ones and they have both of us much hornier than is probably good for us. Whatever, we do like our gay sex!! We've been exclusively each others sex partner for three years now and we still go at it like a couple of rabbits. If anything, it's better now than ever......... even after all this time.
Jimmy is the only person I've ever had sex with and I'm only the second person he's been with. His older male cousin was his first sex partner and he taught Jimmy everything he knew... which was considerable. Jimmy and I have ad libbed our way into some new and interesting sex acts during our three years together so..... combined with his cousins stuff, we have ourselves a nice selection and we're never bored.
The fantasy 3-way stories occasionally keeps us entertained after, or in between sex acts. What we do is just lay in bed together goofing off and making up the sex stories. We try to give each other hard-ons from the sexy stuff we make up and describe in minute detail. One of our rules is, no touching...the boner has to appear just from listening to the made-up fantasy. We have a lot of laughs too. Last November an issue came up regarding the size of one of our fantasy boy's boner; I wanted it longer than ours.
Jimmy and I are both under average size..... we're about 5'7"....125 lbs and our boners are under six inches.
I once wrote in a story that we've measured our boners 50,000 times and the longest boner ever measured was JUST UNDER six inches. That's a tad misleading because Jimmy, with that measurement, had the ruler pressed so hard into his belly, just above his boner, it left quite a deep indentation in his skin which was still visible ten minutes after he took the ruler away. So I've never really taken that measurement too seriously. The "UNDER" part is accurate but the "JUST" word is misleading. We may be closer to five inches than six inches, but it's somewhere in that general area.
In any case I wanted the fantasy boy to have an 8 inch cock and about one inch wide. Maybe a nice shaped head at 1 1/4 inches wide. Jimmy got a little put out because he thought that maybe I meant that his cock wasn't long enough to satisfy me. Complete nonsense as I absolutely love his cock size but we're doing a fantasy so why not go 'large'. One thing led to another and he said we should get an eight inch dildo and he'd be happy to shove it up my bum hole for me (hope he doesn't forget the lube!). I was all for it. The dildo never appeared though. That was back in November (four months ago, from when this is being written) so I thought maybe a Christmas stocking gift but, no.... nothing in the way of a dildo in my stocking either.
Fact is Jimmy would no more walk into a porn shop and buy a dildo then he'd have sex with a girl. So as usual, when it's something involving 'fun', it's going to be up to me to make it happen. Four months ago, when this topic first came up, I had an intriguing suggestion from one of the great writers in our group. He suggested I give Jimmy a dildo for a valentine present. When I realized no dildo was going to materialized any other way, I followed Anel's advise and did just that. Sweet, huh?
Truth be known I'm also a bit shy about walking into a porn shop but I didn't have to. There is this modern invention called the Internet. One of my Christmas presents was a $200 debit card of which I used $19.95 to buy the dildo on line. I got some KY jelly too. My goodness but there are a great many dildos to choose from. In the end (ha ha) I thought it best to go with the look-a-like cock with a nice set of balls attached so Jimmy would have something to scrunch instead of scrunching mine as he likes to do.
I choose the exact size we discussed last November. Eight inches long and one inch wide with a bit wider, nice looking head. Exciting!! The thing is pinkish and made of rubber (I think it's rubber). Looks wicked long and hard I'll tell you that. I bought a 'mushy' valentine card and wrapped the dildo, in it's box, with red paper. Tuesday morning (valentine day) Jimmy spots the gift box on our little kitchen table and gets out a card he bought for my present. His card for me was not 'mushy'.......it was about a best friend which is nice but I was up for 'mushy'. His gift to me was a computer generated card that said I was entitled to two wishes of any kind; 'any kind' that is...as long as Jimmy had the means to fulfill the wishes. Hmmmmm...Jimmy almost always screws me, but once in a while he'll want me to screw him. I love to screw him but he usually just wants it laying in bed on our sides. Very vanilla. Well, my first wish is going to be that I get to do Jimmy 'doggy style' (the same way he loves to do me). I thought of this and smiled and he said, "Oh no Donny! You thought of something devious already?" I just said never mind.... he'll find out. I knew what number two wish was going to be too.
He opens his gift and sees the dildo picture on the box and he gets hysterical with laughing. It took him so much by surprise he spit his tea out all over the table and laughed as hard as I've ever seen him laugh.
I've been spending a great deal of my time and effort teaching Jimmy how to enjoy silly things. He waste so much of his time and energy on his college studies what with his two majors and his ridiculous 'math club' and all the other school related activities he has. He had this same mental block about 'fun' all through High School too. ( I didn't meet him until half way through our junior year in high school and we spent a lot of time getting me familiar with gay boy sex .. so obviously I didn't have a lot of time to work on Jimmy's "fun deprivation' problem then. He limited his 'fun' to gay sex with me which is excellent as far as it goes. There are a lot of other kinds of fun though and these are the areas I've
have been working with him on.) Lately, I'm finally making some progress in developing his sense of humor .... his laughter at the dildo got contagious and I couldn't help but join in too. He said he couldn't believe I'd follow up on the stupid dildo thing from four month ago. Yeah, I guess a dildo is a little 'stupid',.....even so I couldn't help but notice he was sort of fondling the god damn thing.
He's staring at it, feeling the head and the fake balls and opening his thumb and index finger as wide as he could to kind of measure how long it is. Then burst out laughing again. He manages to say "Donny, I'm going to get this whole thing up your boy pussy tonight and you'll be squealing and yipping and begging me to take it out. Hey, does this thing have batteries?" ( It doesn't. ) With all the laughing I still thought I saw some tenting in Jimmy's boxers. There certainly was serious tenting going on in mine.
He sure enjoyed his present but we had to cut the frivolity short to get to our college classes. The possibility that all the time I spend in class will go completely to waste is unthinkable; so, to get the most out of the time spent in class, I do a great deal of day-dreaming there. The day-dreaming almost always has to do with one sexy topic or guy which hopefully will turn me on some. Guess what I day-dreamed about during that day's classes? Yep, that god damned eight foot, or rather, eight inch dildo. And, doing Jimmy 'doggy style' too.
That valentine afternoon, when he finally ran out of things he could do at college, Jimmy showed up at our apartment with a grin on his face. Nicest dimples I've ever seen on a boy and I've been boy watching since I was 10 years old. So I consider myself an expert on boys' looks. He also has that light, clean looking complexion that I find so appealing and lick-able. We can be wrestling around and I'll be all sweaty but Jimmy usually looks cool, calm, clean and lick-able. The exception to this is that he does work up a bit of sweat with sex; of course, who doesn't? He said "OK Donny, where is my valentine present?"
I tried to slow him down some but he wanted to give it a go before dinner. Well, nothing unusual about that but it's usually me who is instigating the afternoon sex. He almost always does all his work before anything else. Then double checks to be sure he hasn't over looked anything. The word 'tedious' pops into my head. It was a different ball game that afternoon though.
We dropped most of our clothes on one of the twin beds (we leave on T- shirts and socks for a little warmth) and get the lube. Jimmy says it's his choice.
He chooses sitting in our straight back bedroom chair and he wants me to lay across his lap while he "practices" with the dildo in my bum hole. Laying across his lap I think immediately of the 'bad nurse screw' and that god damn enema he gave me way back when, but when Jimmy starts twisting in the dildo my mind jumps right back to current affairs. I want him to use his finger first and then the dildo but he said he didn't remember getting a finger for valentine day.
I suggested that he was wasting his time with all this college crap and perhaps he should follow a career as a stand-up comedian. No comment from Jimmy and in went the dildo about two inches and I'm already squirming and bitching that it hurts.
Jimmy is holding me on his lap by wrapping his left arm around my back and side and around under my belly.
My ass is right there for his right-handed manipulation of the eight inch dildo. "Jimmy, you have got to go slower with that weapon!" I yell. But I can hear the muffled laughing and feel him shaking with the effort to conceal it. "God damn you, this is no laughing matter" I squeaked out but felt myself laughing too. It was all so absurd. He says "I'll just shove this in the rest of the way and we can move on to other things." I scream and laugh at the same time "No you don't" as I try to wiggle off his lap. He's too quick and too strong and he twist the dildo but doesn't push it in too much more. Then he begins his routine of slowly pushing it in a little more and then slowly pulling it out and then in a little bit further than the time before and so forth until I complain it's in too far. He'd back off some temporarily but goes right back to the previous depth and a tiny bit further and so on...
Actually it was beginning to feel OK and at one point I pushed my ass up off Jimmy's lap and onto the dildo a little. "No you don't you perve." He cries as he pulls it out some and then tries to say something and it comes out all wrong and we just lose it laughing. It was me laying across his lap that made everything too silly for words. But laughter aside, it had all somehow combined to make Jimmy hot, hotter and hottest. With the dildo still in me about five inches he let me slide off his lap onto my hands and knees and all of a sudden there isn't any laughing coming from Jimmy. I'd felt Jimmy's boner early on and when I looked back, from my position on all fours, his boner was sticking straight out... (just like the dildo was sticking out of me).
Jimmy said in a horse voice "Let's me try this Donny."
He pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside and positioned his cock at my hole. Taking a deep breath he pushed all the way in me as he was exhaling. Wow, that dildo had done a good job of opening me up and there was some pain but much less than usual. More of that squirmy, desirable feeling inside me that makes me move on Jimmy's cock and take quick, short breaths.
Jimmy didn't mess around with anything cute; he just fucked me rough and fast. He was quickly huffing and puffing and his roughness pushed me down onto my forearms...
I lasted about four minutes but it was a hell of a four minute ride, awesome feeling and I shot 4 or 5 separate blast up on my belly and then some on the carpet as I tighten my hole ring as much as I could. Jimmy lasted about 90 seconds longer and he had cum spurting all over my ass cheeks. He was temporarily exhausted from the work-out and I was wasted a little too. We both lay down right there on the carpet, me laying in all my own cum as usual. Well, that was a blast! I looked over and saw the dildo laying up against the heavy door that separated our bedroom and bathroom.
After some time to wind down Jimmy said, "Damn Donny, that dildo is a wicked turn-on." I just said "Apparently!" We struggled to our feet and cleaned up a bit before putting our clothes back on. Jimmy had studies to do and I went out to buy us something for dinner (I'd put some bunched-up toilet paper in the bottom of a pair of old jockey shorts I'd dug out to wear instead of my boxers...the change of underwear was for purposes of absorbing Jimmy's dripping cum from my hole... .. ( I have to think of everything.)
We'd decided on KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) and I got the original chicken, Cole slaw, biscuit and their mash potato and gravy. It's one of our favorite dinners. And I was hoping this wicked cute counter boy would be working that late afternoon. (He wasn't. DAMN. I'm thinking of sending a letter to the manager demanding they post a work schedule so customers will know who is working each night in advance. All I have to do now is come up with a reason for why customers would care who's working each night. hmmmmmm ........I'll come up with something.)
Even without the cute counter boy brightening my day, I was still real happy and for the time being Jimmy had screwed some of my horniness out of me . So I had
a nice relaxed, comfortable feeling going for me. We had a great dinner and Jimmy asked what my two wishes were. I told him that I wished I could fuck him doggy style this coming Friday night; like he'd done me earlier.....that's number one. And that I wanted him to let me give him a haircut of my choosing for my number two wish. Jimmy said that I wasn't very original. He said he KNEW my two wishes would come out of a list of three possibilities, but he'd still held out hope that I'd be original and surprise him.. I said sweetly, "Tough shit" ...... (As I wondered what the third possibility was. The one I hadn't thought of. Hmmm)
The haircut wish is odd; I know that. The thing is I have a haircut fetish..nothing serious, more a fun thing. Since I was about 11 years old I would get a boner while getting a haircut. In later years I sometimes would cum in my pants while getting my haircut. At age 15 I started giving my buddies haircuts and that gave me boners too. (All of the details about this topic have been covered in earlier stories.)
Jimmy knows about the fetish of course but he doesn't like me to cut his hair. The long and the short of it is... I take too long to finish and I usually cut it too short. He doesn't really care very much how short it is, he just uses that as an excuse. It's that I take too long... that's what drives him crazy. He always has something he wants to do. Some place he has to be in 10 minutes. Stuff like that. I take too long because I want it to last; it's a turn on for me. I'm trying to get smart and cut it faster so he'll let me do it regularly but I always forget myself and stretch it out. It's just an extra way to get a boner for me. I really like it. So that is number two wish and Jimmy says, "Sure, later tonight."
We had classes the next day, of course, so we were staying in for the evening. When we'd finished eating and Jimmy had finished all the college work it was 8pm or so. He said "OK Donny, let's get wish number two out of the way and do the haircut." So I got my barber stuff out and we talked about our first night in this apartment way back when...actually a year and a half ago. That night I gave Jimmy a haircut for the first time. I was having some serious problems emotionally and he was so supportive it brings tears to my eyes sometimes when I think about it. And then I think about what I'd be doing or where I'd even be if Jimmy hadn't come into my life (and saved me). Well, suffice to say I can get emotional just thinking about it all. So instead of doing what I thought I wanted to do and cut Jimmy's hair wicked short (the way I like it to look) I cut it the way he was currently wearing it. I'm such a softy. I still took my time though because I really like to comb and cut guys' hair. Funny though, just like sex.... I only want to do it with guys around my own age ( 5 years or so older at most) or younger guys; I do not want to cut any old guys hair. Why?...I don't have a clue really. It's all a mystery to me..... but then, I don't get to make up the rules of my fetish.
We were in real mellow moods by the time I was finished stretching the haircut out as long as I could (I stretched it out again; I can't seem to help myself). I was taking off my shirt because of the little prickly, clipped hair pieces. Jimmy, who wasn't wearing a shirt for the haircut, was sitting on the kitchen bar stool brushing his shoulders to get the random loose hairs off. It was dark in our apartment except for the light over head in the 'barbershop'. I'd stepped away from the bright area and when I looked back Jimmy's face was right there close to mine, as though it had floated there out of one of my dreams of him.
His face was right there so I put my mouth on his mouth and felt Jimmy put his arms around my neck. I could feel the warmth and smoothness of his chest and stomach against me. His familiar smell that never fails to excite me and the feel of his firm, young and muscular body had me lightheaded. We kissed like that for a while and my cock was painfully pushing against my blue jeans with it's wet head showing through.
Jimmy backed off a little and took my hand to lead me into the bedroom. We slowly, like we were actually in a dream, finished undressing each other and we laid down on one of the twin beds to kiss and lick until I began whispering his name. Jimmy took his time lubing my bum hole and he used the dildo again to loosen me up some more. He took his time with it and I was eager for his cock by the time he was done with the dildo. Everything was real slow that night...stretched out, just like I'd done with the haircut. Eventually, with me laying on my back, my legs on his shoulders.... he fucked me in that same slow, dreamy state we found ourselves in. I didn't want it to end but soon enough I saw strobe lights behind my eyeballs and I shot a luscious-feeling load all up and down my belly as I squirmed and squealed and tried to catch a breath. Jimmy filled me up shortly after that and when he leaned down for a kiss I wrapped both my arms around his neck and hugged him; probably too tightly.
I tried to think how I can be this lucky! An afternoon and an evening fuck from a guy who makes me happy when I'm just looking at him......never mind when he's fucking me.....
Life resumed as usual and I was in my count down mode till Friday night and a date with Jimmy's doggy style fuck. I love Thursday afternoons the best because I usually have no classes on Friday and no part time work at BK either. Then the weekend!! Jimmy, of course, wasn't smart enough to arrange for three day weekends and he always had class on Fridays and actually often went in on Saturdays too. Last year that didn't happen and we use to have 'weekenders' which means we stayed pretty much in bed all weekend....Friday night to Monday morning doing stuff to each other. It hit me then that this was the 'third' wish possibility Jimmy was referring to; a weekend in bed. Damn, why didn't I think of that!!! Jeez, sometimes for special events, I wish I had Jimmy's brain..... if I did I could have remembered the weekender!
Friday night arrived and we ate some cheeseburgers and fries (french fried potatoes and fried onion rings) for dinner and drank some beers at a guy's apartment the next building over from us. Just relaxing and me thinking about screwing Jimmy 'doggy' style a little later on. Then out of nowhere I began feeling sickly and I went back to our apartment because I felt like I was going to throw-up. I'm standing over the toilet waiting with that horrid feeling that preceeds a throw-up....... And then I felt that I had to take a wicked dump so I dropped my pants, turned aound and sat down on the toilet seat. My face broke out in big sweat drops that plopped down from my forehead onto my thighs as I tried to decide what was going to happen to me first;
was it going to be a crap or a puke. I've never felt so horrible. Without too much in the way of details I'll just say I had the worse diarrhea of my life. Although I felt like I was going to puke I never did but the fear of doing both at the same time added to my stress. The sweats and diarrhea went on for a half hour or so. When I couldn't take it any longer I cleaned up some and was so weak I literally crawled into our bedroom, pulled a comforter off a bed and went to sleep on the floor.
Jimmy woke me up 25 or 30 minutes later and I explained what was going on. He got me to bed and gave me two Imodium something or other pills to stop the diarrhea. I didn't even feel like talking so he went back and had a couple more beers with our neighbor while I slept. Needless to say, no doggy style fuck for Jimmy that night. None the next day either because my stomach muscles really hurt; like I was punched in the stomach a couple of times. Jimmy was forcing me to drink kool aid for fluids following some internet 'First Aid' treatment for diarrhea. Lot of soup too. Solid food by Saturday night and I was eating a lot by Sunday. But now I realized I had the opposite problem of diarrhea and was bound-up tight and couldn't go to the bathroom. On Sunday I started to feel bad because I couldn't do a #2 (which is a doody, for all you guys who have not retained yours toddler speak... #1=pee pee #2= doody).
Jimmy gave me a Fleet enema Sunday night because I hadn't been able to go since Friday and we didn't want it to get any worse. We discovered the Fleet enemas a year or so ago. It was just after Jimmy had tortured me with that nightmare enema consisting of a quart and a half of warm, soapy water which turned into a terrible mess (that happened about a year ago). He thought he knew what he was doing then and he kind of blamed me for the unfortunate outcome. Anyway, we're in the Drug Store a couple weeks after that happened when I spotted the little plastic bottles of the Fleet enema.
I couldn't believe what I read on the box. All that was needed was 8 ounces of distilled water for most constipation relief; not a quart and a half of soaping warm water in my bowels like Jimmy insisted was necessary. He saw to it that I took most of it inside me before all hell broke loose. Anyway, I brought this to his attention. I showed him how this company "FLEET" made their living from these enemas....they are enema experts and they say 8 ounces is all you need. Jimmy read the box with a puzzled look on his face and then blamed his grandmother for the whole thing. She was the one who gave him and his brother and sister enemas years ago.
Jimmy is smart as hell about math, space/time; college studies......but he doesn't know nearly as much as he thinks he does about a lot of other things. In any case, when I need to be cleaned out (as we call it) we use these little inexpensive enemas and they have been very effective. One of them worked this past Sunday too and I began to feel a lot better.
Even so, of all the ways I could think of to fuck-up a weekend this went right to the top of my list. When Jimmy could see I was beginning to feel a lot better by later Sunday night he did a lot of moving around on his hands and knees saying "I don't know why I feel like moving around like a dog, Donny. It just feels so good to be on my hands and knees." I told him his day would come and we'd see how he liked being on his hands and knees with a little doggy style screwing action going on behind him.. "Whatever are you talking about now, Donny?" he said as he headed to the kitchen with his ass raised up suggestively. He'll get his in due time.
We did some more dildo play the following week and it was proving to be a really good way to open my tight hole. Jimmy worked it in till I squeaked out a "No..too far!!" He was getting it in around six inches when I'd start pulling away. This reinforced his confidence that his boner was providing all I needed but I still wanted to keep trying to take more of the dildo. After three years Jimmy's dick had apparently established the norm inside me. I was willing to bet, with perseverance, I could take all eight inches and I wanted to see what it felt like. This became fine with Jimmy because that perve was getting off on sticking that thing in me. He'd get super hard boners himself and was following the dildo play with some fabulous fucks that had me drooling spit all over my chin from me licking my lips and puffing out bursts of air and saliva.
By chance, the dildo was just a little bit smaller around than Jimmy's boner so it was a great progressive feeling for me. I'm becoming a big dildo fan (what a frigin surprise! ). We'd moved away from me laying across Jimmy's lap because that got us too silly. Instead we tried the dildo in all the positions Jimmy liked me in when he fucked me. As usual Jimmy was the boss and told me what position he wanted me to get into. The 'dominate' thing added to my excitement and created tight, nice feeling boners for me too, over and above the stimulation of the dildo. Of course, there is always that aspect of dildo play that Jimmy could, any time he felt like it, push it all the way in me.. Being at his mercy added to my hard-on. So, I was enjoying myself immensely!
After an excellent screwing from Jimmy one day last week we were lying in bed talking about dildos and some of the other 'toys' available for sexy foreplay. Jimmy said he simply wouldn't get involved with some of the stuff but he liked the 'beads' idea. I said he'd like anything that went up my ass; how about we find some 'Jimmy toy'. My idea was a nice 'ball stretcher' for him. This led to Jimmy's evaluation of the whole topic and how he knew I'd be willing to try many things that he simply wouldn't consider. Then he brought up our adventure in water sports as an example. We haven't tried that again since the original incident of over one year ago. Of course, we don't judge anyone and certainly not someone into water sports....hell, I've got that bizarre haircut fetish so I'm not being critical of any fetish.
This happened early on during our first year together in the apartment. We'd been at a frat party drinking too much beer (again) and when we got back to our place we were pretty ballooned. We were still able to make it through a routine fuck before falling asleep. We have always slept together in one or the other of the twin beds in our bedroom. We like to get tangled-up together. (It's hard for me to get to sleep now whenever I'm not sleeping with Jimmy.) The frat party was Friday night and early Saturday morning Jimmy wakes me up so I would let go of him because he has to take a pee. I didn't want him to move because I had him just the way I like him...me spooned up behind him with my right leg over top his right leg and my arm around his waist close enough to his cock and balls that I can get my hand inside his boxers and play with him whenever I felt like it.
Jimmy really needed to pee but it's cold in the room and Jimmy is warm and he smells so good I want him staying in bed. "I got to take a piss!!, Donny". So I said he can pee in my mouth and I'd swallow it just like I swallow his cum. We're both still a little drunk as we'd only stopped drinking four hours earlier. It was 6am and we got home about 2am. Jimmy says to hurry up then and get his dick in my mouth. I was excited to try something new so I go under the covers and fish Jimmy's semi-soft cock out of the fly of his boxers. I put the head in between my lips and wait. Jimmy has both his hands on my head just like he does when I'm blowing him. His cock gets a little bit firmer but not boned at all. Waiting...nothing. My head comes out of the covers "What's holding you up, Jimmy?" He says he can't get started. I tell him to just relax, this is cool. Relax, that's the key.
Jimmy shakes his head and says "The things I do for you." "Duh, Jimmy; this is something I'm doing for you." He say, "Well do it for Christ sake....I got to go." Back down under the covers and this time I pull his boxers down onto his thighs. His cock head goes between my lips and I take a handful of his balls to squeeze a little. He's cupping the back of my neck with his right hand and resting his left hand on top of my head. Almost immediately I feel a couple dribbles and it taste like pee smells sometimes. Acrid and pee flavored water I think to myself as I swallow it. When his relaxed flow starts however I know right away that we're in for a disaster. No way can I swallow that much pee that fast and to make matters worse, some pee goes down my windpipe! I pull away from his peeing cock to cough and choke... trying to get the couple of drops of pee up and out of my windpipe.
Jimmy is pulling on the back of my neck screaming for me to get his dick back in my mouth, but forget about that. When you have liquid in your windpipe everything is turned over to the body's involuntary reactions. I had no control over it. Fits of coughing as Jimmy unloads his big beer pee on me, his legs and the bed. It's really difficult to stop once it's going full force and after trying to stop he just gives up and lets it pee itself out. "Any more fucking brain storms Donny? Any other great ideas. Any fucking thing at all? Let's try anything that pops into your warped brain!!" From me it's "Cough, cough, cough and louder more violent COUGH, COUGH" until my windpipe is cleared.
As soon as my windpipe is clear I said, "Look at this fooking mess you've made Jimmy!" I'm trying to go on the offense right off the bat; while still hoping for a touch of comedy to lighten the moment. I'm drenched in pee and the bed covers are soaked through all the way to the mattress. Jimmy's legs are wet with his own piss and he is thrashing around to get out of this toilet/bed. Quite a lot of "God damn it Donny" and "This sucks Donny" and stuff like that. The idea had initially given my willy a tight feeling and it had been getting up to granite hardness when all hell broke loose. It was way down from granite hardness to more like cold, spaghetti-noodle, flimsy. Jimmy's right; this did suck!!
He stalked off to the bathroom and I said "Jimmy...?".
I tried to duplicate the look that Oliver had when he said "May I have some more, Sir?" (Oliver Twist.... It's a pathetic look) Jimmy looked back at me for a second as I stood there covered in pee doing my pathetic look and he said, "Oh alright, come on then, we'll both squeeze into that ridiculously small shower." I flashed him a big smile as his reward for getting it right. The smile didn't seem to impressed him all that much.
This was well over a year ago and it was the first time we ran the unit out of hot water, but not the last time. We stand in the little shower chest to chest with our arms around each other and our chins on each others shoulders. It looks like we're dancing to a wicked hot, slow number. The water pressure is excellent and a big flow pours down on us. It feels great to have really warm water pouring down on us. We circle around slowly so all of our body parts are getting their share of the water. After a long while we'll change position with me holding Jimmy from behind so the entire front of him gets soaked. I usually wack him off in that position using lots of soap and water. Then we switch and he returns the favor.
We can stay under the shower for 20 to 25 minutes or so and then the water begins to lose it's warmth so we get out. Well this is all swell for us but that hot water heater is for all four units so the next guy who jumps in his shower, in one of the other units, gets only cold water. The infrequent times we use the huge bathtub results in the same thing. We use up all four units worth of hot water. Of course in an hour or so the water is reheated but that doesn't do much good for the guy who needs to grab a quick shower and off to a date or appointment of some kind and all he gets is cold water..
We didn't get in trouble that first time but, more recently after a shower incidence where we used up all the buildings hot water a notice was delivered to all units regarding the matter. The 'super' for the building rang our doorbell and I answered. I didn't know the supers name but he knew mine.
He explained about the one hot water tank for all four units in our building and how much water and how long it took to heat up and stuff like that. I nodded at him as if I understood, or cared. He's one of those people that seem, even standing still, to be in a hurry. I keep looking at him stupidly and he hands me a notice that everyone will be getting about this problem. Apparently there have been complaints but the culprit is still unknown; it has to be one of the four units though.
I gave Jimmy the notice later and after he read it he said, "Fuck em if they can't take a joke" and he crumpled it up and tossed it in the waste basket. I felt this was a good indication that I was having a positive effect on Jimmy's general outlook. When we first met he would have been all concerned about this and carry on about being fair and so forth. Now it's "Fuck em."
After that shower had cleaned all the pee off of us Jimmy went to sleep in the other twin bed. I had to clean up the pee bed so I pulled all the bedding off and shoved half into each of the two pillow cases. Throwing the comforter on top of the stuffed pillow cases I headed for the kitchen for the Clorox spay cleaner and saturate the mattress where the pee had stained it dark. I rinsed and scrubbed and rinsed and left it to dry. After putting on a T- shirt and pajama bottom and Jimmy's flip flops I grabbed some money and took the dirty, pee bedding to the basement Laundromat and started the wash cycle. This made me think about my basement at home and the pee problems I'd had there. That brought me down some.... and I'd wanted to have fun with Jimmy and his pee. Obviously not to be....life can be hard.
BTW, for those of you who don't know; urine is sterile. I learned that on-line from some erotic story or another so I wasn't afraid of Jimmy's pee from the stand point of germs etc. Not that we worry about each others germs all that much in the first place.
All of that was ancient history though, as we lay together in bed last week and went over this year-old, water-sport adventure in minute detail. Strange, but everything seemed funny as hell from our perspective now. It seems that disaster, plus time equals a funny story. Of course, this only holds true if nothing seriously bad happened. I told Jimmy that in retrospect I can see clearly that the whole mess was caused because he'd been inadequately potty trained. He said he was inclined to believe it had something to do with me not doing what I said I said I was going to do. Details!
In any case we both swear we can smell that stale pee smell when we're sleeping in that twin bed, even a year later. We turned the mattress over and sprayed it with many things but we still smell Jimmy's pee. That was the extent of our water sport endeavors. I crossed off "Taste Jimmy's piss" from my list of things to do......and moved on.
Still very much looking forward to my valentine present ( screwing Jimmy doggy style) I patiently waited for Friday. It finally did arrive and all systems were go. We'd been meticulous about keeping the dildo clean after each play time...and BTW this is a good lesson for you younger kids; always keep your sex toys picked-up and cleaned. They'll be ready for more fun next time! (This has been a public service announcement.)
So my plan was to play around with the dildo loosening Jimmy up in preparation for his much anticipated 'doggy' style fuck. Much anticipated by me, that is. I skipped the cheeseburgers and fried foods that may have caused the trouble last Friday. I skipped the beer too. Instead we had pizza for dinner and rum and coke for our alcohol of choice. Much healthier. ha ha. Man, I was feeling great. Jimmy too.
After just the perfect amount of rum and coke (Jimmy got more rum in him then I got in me because I was making the drinks.. planning ahead and being a touch devious is more good advise for the younger readers) I suggested we step into the bedroom. It was just after 9pm. Jimmy was nicely juiced up and in a very sexy mood. I said that this is my 'wish' so he had to do what I wanted. He's shaking his head 'yes' and he had his usual smirk on his face. I undress him totally...no socks, no T-shirt, no nothing. leaving my clothes on for now , just to show him who was boss.
I grabbing a handful of hair from the back of his head and I pulled him to me for kind of a rough, hard kiss on his mouth.
Jimmy's like "Wha the?" I tell him to "shut up" and he straightens up and pulls his head away from me a little with a puzzled look on his face. I have to explain we're doing a role reversal and he has to go along with me and play his part. He has to be submissive tonight. He's a great guy and says "OK Donny, we'll do it your way, after all this is your valentine present." I tell him, "and don't you forget it!" I still had his hair held in my fist and I pulled his head to me again and licked across his mouth a number of times. He involuntarily opens his mouth and his tongue is right there so I lick it. We are helplessly into licking each other and Jimmy's arms go around me and we lick and kiss each other until we fall over on the little twin bed.
I'm still pulling his hair without even realizing it because making-out with Jimmy is so hot and exciting for me. His cock is hard and up against his stomach. Mine is hard and poking my pants out. It's also wet and dripping a little. I pulled my head away from Jimmy and swung my right leg over him so I could straddle his waist. His face is as red as mine felt and we're both panting a little. His chest is moving up and down getting oxygen. I pull down my fly and pull out my wet boner as I squirm down Jimmy's taut, smooth body until my boner is right at his lips. I put a knee on each of his biceps and put two fingers in his mouth as I tried to look tough. He looked me right in my eyes as he sucked on my fingers.
When I look at him I always think he must be a pure pedigree boy of some type or other. He couldn't be a mongrel like me ..he has such fine features; not necessarily the cutest guy ever but more like a really nice looking guy. His natural eyebrows are narrow and perfectly shaped, he has long eyelashes, light brown eyes with dark brown high lights, clear skin, a nice straight hair line with shiny, full bodied light brown hair. The whitest teeth and perfect full lips. And, of course, the freaking dimples when he smiles can get my willy to stand up fast..
I stared at his face as he stared into my eyes and sucked on my fingers. It was weird, but erotic as hell too. I shook my head to snap myself out of it, pulled my fingers out of his mouth and slid my dripping boner in between his lips. Jimmy was really in the mood and he tongued my cock and reached up to squeeze my nuts. I was kneeling on his bicep but he bent his arm and just barely reached my nuts. He squeezed them hard enough so that I raised up off his chest for a few seconds, threw my head back and gasped at the thrill of the pain. Then I sat back down on his chest as he maintained the pressure on my balls causing my eyes to tear and blink rapidly but I was wicked turned on and hot.
Pushing my hips toward his face he took my whole boner in his mouth with the head entering his throat; my sparse pubes covered his lips and when I pulled up out of his throat a little he took a big breath and then his exhale through his nose blew my pubes around in the breeze he'd caused. Down his throat again, out for his breath and back in again until I got a good rhythm for fucking his mouth and throat. It didn't last long and I shot a number of spraying blast of cum in his throat, mouth and lastly as I pulled out squealing, spraying some cum on his face.
During the oral sex I'd reached around me so I could be jerking on Jimmy's rock hard bonner. I stopped when I was cuming but after catching my breath I moved down and over that hard boner to sit on his thighs. And I milked his cock slowly until he was squirming under me and moaning. When he came it was a nice squirt up his belly and some drops on his chest and nipples followed by five squirts each one smaller than the preceding one. I squeezed his cock hard to get every drop of cum up and out of him. Then I lay down on his chest and kept the side of my face next to his as we both did short, fast little breaths. We didn't talk at all for ten minutes or so.
Then I said "You've been a good boy so far so I'm going to give you a break before I doggy fuck you. " Jimmy asked, in an over-done little meek voice "What should I do while I'm waiting to get my fuck?" I told him to get his ass in the bathroom and get a hot bath ready for us. He scampered away and I went in our tiny kitchen to make us a couple more rum and cokes. This was all a hell a lot of fun and I laughed some to myself as I carried the drinks into our bathroom. He was just about to add some kind of bath beads to the running water in the tub when I stopped him. The fact is I'd rather smell Jimmy than some fooking bath beads. He took his drink and I told him that his barely acceptable blow job had merely whetted my appetite for some gay sex. I kept up a line of BS as I undressed and got ready to step into that tub of hot water.
As he climbed in after me I told him that later he was in for the doggy fucking of his young life...that before I was done with him his eyes would be sticking out on stalks like you see in cartoons. And then some more BS on top of more BS. Just goofing around. He tried not to smile or chuckle; he was trying to be submissive but he had virtually no experience at being a sub himself. He just tried to exaggerate my past submissive behavior and I had a few good laughs at that. I tried to turn my laughs into coughs. We eventually listened to "The Best Of Van Morrison" CD and talked over some of the songs we weren't crazy about. It was great just sitting in that big tub with Jimmy between my legs and his back up against my chest, my arms around him near his belly button. And he did smell a hell of a lot better than bath beads.
We were both basking in the glow of our recent climaxes and were both sincerely happy to be exactly where we were. The conversation was all over the place. I asked him who had the best tasting cum; me or his cousin? Jimmy said he wasn't crazy...did I think there was any chance he'd say his cousin's cum tasted better than mine? Did I think he was an idiot?? He said that knowing me for three years there was only one possible answer to my question and it was that my cum tasted ten times better than his cousins. I said "I thought it probably was more like 25 times better than his old fart cousin." Jimmy said that he meant to say 25 times better. But, he said... his cousin wasn't old, he was only two years older than us. Well, he looks older etc etc..
We talked about the other times we had used this big old tub and it turned out, counting this time, we'd only used it six times in the eighteen months we'd had the apartment. We went into details about the time he'd made me pee my pants and the great time we'd had in the tub AFTER I'd peed myself. We blamed each other for that incident in a joking way. The warning notices our apartment unit keeps getting about someone using up all the hot water had us howling with laughter because we were in the process of doing just that right now.
We moved on to Jimmy giving himself all the credit for getting him and me together and we argued about that in a good natured way. We laughed about silly stuff that if I wrote down for you it would make my face get red from embarrassment....it was just too corny. We'd run out of rum with the last drinks and the new water running into our tub was getting cool. It was close to an hour and a half since we first got in the tub. We were a little wrinkled. The tub time lasted much longer than the shower time because we had the hot water on low for a bath; just enough to keep the water at the proper temperature. In the shower we blasted it hard straight through until the water began to get cool.
Neither one of us was very tired. Truth is we both had a little buzz on from all the rum that night. I reasserted my role as the dominate one and told Jimmy to pull the plug and get us some towels. We dried each other off real well and went back in our bedroom. "Assume the position boy. Get on your hands and knees." I said and then I slapped his ass cheek with a pretty good slap. "Yip!" he goes... and then he went right down on all four. That gave me a little woody right off the bat. I'd put the lube and the dildo on the night stand earlier so I grabbed Jimmy's hair again and pulled him over between the twin beds, right in front of the night stand.
I took my time with the lube and really worked my finger in and up Jimmy's wicked tight hole. He was on his knees with his ass up in the air and he was leaning his forearms on the carpet with his forehead resting on top of his arms. He looked relaxed and comfortable. As I had fun fingering him I reflected on how neither Jimmy or I have any hair on our ass. That's kind of rare. I barely have any hair (except little light hairs) on my arms and legs, a little under my arms but that's it except for a sparse pube area. Jimmy does have hair on his lower legs but none on his thighs and very little on his arms. We both have been getting a little whisker action the last year but not a hell of a lot to be honest. Jimmy's ass cheeks are really hot looking; very smooth, cream colored, firm and nicely rounded. Totally choice!! I fingered his hole for ten minutes and he let a few purring sounds escape his lips. Finger fucking is something we did a lot of in our early times together.
It feels good to us.
I was anxious to use the dildo so I cut short the finger fucking a little although I really liked seeing Jimmy enjoying it so much. Both of us had nice boners; not steel, but good and hard. Lubing the dildo got me harder and that feeling of power to be controlling how far and how hard I was going to insert it into Jimmy got me a little bit harder still. I got two fingers in his hole for a couple minutes then pushed in the head of the dildo. It was harder to get in then I expected and I had it lubed as much as a dildo can be lubed. Jimmy raised up on his hands and said "Ouch, that hurts! I'm not kidding Donny, that's too tight." I couldn't work up any dominate tough talk to say to that, but at least I didn't pull out the dildo like I'd normally do.
Leaving just the head of the dildo in him I rubbed his back and the back of his head and neck gently; I reached under him and gently massaged his cock and balls. They remained flaccid and Jimmy was breathing with short burst so I knew it was still hurting him (Damn it!!) but I gave it some time and he began breathing easier. I kept rubbing his hair and reaching under to rub his nipples which began to firm up. More massaging of his cock and balls and I could feel a little firmness there too. I pushed on the dildo expecting it to be as tight as it was initially but it wasn't and it went in about four inches. Jimmy raised his head up and blew a long stream of air out but that was it.
I waited a minute or two while I did more massaging of his hardening cock and Jimmy let out a little moan. I was so happy to hear a sound of pleasure from him I got on my knees next to him and kissed and licked his face. He turned his head towards me and we kissed each other warmly and with a wonderful deep feeling. I was rock hard now and looking back to see the last three inches of the dildo sticking out of Jimmy almost set me off. Precum dripped out of my pee hole and my cock was shiny bright red. I was breathing in burst now myself.
I took the dildo and slowly pulled it out until just it's head remained in his hole and then pushed it back in all the way till just about an inch and a half was sticking out. With that move Jimmy had now taken more than I'd been able to take after two weeks of screwing around with it. I didn't know what to make of that but Jimmy seemed to like it.. I began to slowly pull out and push the dildo in until quickly Jimmy was wiggling and squirming and moaning. I kept this up or five or six minutes. I was getting it all the way in, all eight inches and right up to the rubber nuts at the end. I was breathing harder than Jimmy was as I pulled it out seven inches or so and pushed in all the way back in. He squirmed and moaned and rotated his ass some. Jesus, it was hot!
Jimmy's positive reaction was totally unexpected and it was such a turn-on to me I was afraid I'd shoot my load before I even got to enter him. If I fucked him much more with that dildo I'd be shooting my load all over Jimmy's legs. Because of this I decided I'd better pull the dildo all the way out and hump into him myself.
When I pulled the dildo out of him Jimmy said "OH, OH No. Don't" I interpreted this to mean he'd rather have it still in him so I quickly positioned myself behind him, bent my legs some and pushed my hard cock head into him. He pushed back on me and rolled his head around some. I slowly, just like I did with the dildo, slowly went all the way in till my balls lay on his ass crack. Jimmy moaned "Oh yeah, Donny" That was the best response I'd ever heard from Jimmy while fucking him.
I'm convinced that guys have a "time of the month" just like girls when they're at their hottest....with guys it isn't once a month but I think it's like every two months or so. I don't know exactly but I'm sure it's something because sometimes I get much more turned on then other times. And I think I just got lucky with Jimmy that night and he was really responding well because it was "his time"or his cycle or whatever. Or maybe I'm all wet! But I do know that Jimmy was enjoying this more than any other time I'd fucked him...enjoying this MUCH more than any other time!
Jimmy was pushing back at my thrust into him as I held on tight to his hips. My boner felt as long as the dildo even though I knew it wasn't. All around my balls was a strong tingling feeling and the head of my cock itched. Every time I thrust into Jimmy his head bumped into the night table that was right in front of him, between the twin beds. He grunted with each thrust, pushing back on my crotch with his ass when I was in him the deepest. Every thrust made me go "UMPH!" I was flush with lust and began to grind into his hole with each quick penetration. I'd switched my
hands so I had one gripping each of his shoulders to enable me to pull into him with some force.
I gave him thirty seconds of fast humps in and out followed by thirty seconds of slower humps with the grinding and without thinking about it I smacked his ass cheek with each thrust for 15 or 20 seconds. It was a dizzying feeling and it was just on the edge of being too much because, at one point, I thought I'd pass out from the intensity of the sensations. For one thing Jimmy really had switched places with me. I'd never seen him so turned on or so 'hot' from getting fucked. That alone was driving me near crazy.
I felt my damn eyes tearing again with desire; my desire to cum as I continued to plow into a willing Jimmy who was now making all kinds of pleasure sounds.
Taking me by surprise, he lurched his hips forward almost pulling off my cock, and arching his back with his head thrown back he made a strangling sound and splashed cum up on his stomach. I knew he was cuming because for the first time ever I felt his ring close tight around my cock with each of his ejaculation and I squealed out, as usual, and shot my load up inside Jimmy. I shot with each of his contractions. I always cum first but not this time and so I felt that fabulous tight muscle ring strangle my cock. A thrill I already wanted to experience again.
Jimmy was sweating and moaning and pulling on his cock with one hand; the other hand on the floor holding him up. I pulled out of his hole after a while and sort of sat on his ass cheeks. I was weak and still felt dizzy but my groin and stomach and thighs all had that familiar electric buzzing feeling that I loved with a passion. My toes were still curled and my whole body felt wired tight. I concentrated on the feelings so I wouldn't miss any. But the coming down part started and so I managed to flop over on the bed while Jimmy just laid in his own cum. (for a change instead of me laying in mine).
Our hearts were pounding and we needed a lot of oxygen to make up for not breathing in enough during the sex.
I felt bad that this was one of the few times we weren't laying together after sex but Jimmy seemed content on the floor. I could hear his deep breathing. In a few minutes he got up and collapsed next to me with his arm around me. I held his hand. I know I tend to say this a lot but I really think this was my favorite fuck so far. And I was the one doing the fucking so this is rare indeed.
After a while Jimmy told me it might be the best fuck he'd ever got. My head began to swell (the one on my shoulders). He said his cousin's cock was too big for him really and he, Jimmy, never felt wonderful about getting fucked. When his cousin was screwing him, there were periods of time that it felt great but mostly it was pain or too close to pain for Jimmy to really get into it. When I fucked him it was a real good feeling but still nothing as hot as when he was fucking me; from his point of view, that is. But this doggy style fuck I'd just given him had lots of good prostrate action and overall it was great for him and he had cum wicked hard. Felt fabulous..... He wanted to do doggy style from now on when I screwed him. YEAH! No more vanilla fucks. All this positive feed back and I was still feeling the buzzing around my cock and balls from cuming...the whole thing was fantastic. More than I ever dreamed of.
In time we got up and got bottles of water to drink, cleaned ourselves up some and brushed our teeth. Then we did some wonderful hugging and rubbing back in bed;
but not much talking. I know we both felt like it was all pretty much perfect. The dildo will be a part of our screwing around for a while and then the novelty will wear off and we'll do something else. Meanwhile, I still want to feel the whole eight inches of dildo inside me so there is always something to look forward to, if you have the right attitude that is. With Jimmy I have the right attitude.......without him, I don't. I love to go to sleep with him.
Donny