Rick - A New Friend

Rick—A New Friend

Part 1

I love my E-mail. Like a lot of you guys, I have a regular account that gives my friends and family contact with me. I also have a second account that I use for my “private self,” so I can walk around the Internet somewhat anonymously. Today I got a message from a guy who had seen my private profile. My profile indicates that I am gay, and wish to talk to gay, bi, or straight guys. He gives me his stats (5’6” tall, 165 pounds, brown hair and brown eyes, 27 years-old, engaged … and curious). He said he is “wondering what it is like to suck dick. Is it hard?”

I am hard a lot, so it is indeed hard. I will tell him so.

I am interested, of course, so I checked his profile. It indicated that his name is Rick and that he lives in the next town. I E-mailed him in reply, saying that it is easy, and if you are lucky, it is hard. I also asked if he had checked out my profile to know how old I am, cautious that I might be out of his age range. Then, on a subsequent, longer message, I give him a little background on me—what I like, and what I thought about being with guys. I give him my stats as well (5’11” tall, 170 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, 31, always curious, gay, 7 ½” hung). I mentioned the cock size so I will not scare him away, unless he is looking for much bigger. I tell him that teaching someone to suck a dick right is the higher concern than just getting ones rocks off. Yes, of course, I meant it. If I am going to let some young guy, who has never sucked dick, suck mine without some tutoring, I had to be crazy.

I had this visual picture in my head of what he looks like. I have a friend at work named Rick. I do not know for sure, but he is about the same age. His height and weight are about the same too. My friend Rick and I are corresponding on my real E-mail address. I have not seen him much because I am on a leave of absence from work, recovering from back surgery.

So, of course, I began to wonder if my friend Rick and Bi-Curious Rick are the same. I had doubts, but I know that I am not the only one with a secret self. My friend typed in normal sentences, using proper capitalization and periods at the end of each sentence. Bi-curious Rick does not do any of that, except only a little punctuation. We both used the new version of E-mail software so we could set font and color styles. His are bold letters, dark navy, all lower case, and no punctuation. My real self want my friend Rick and Bi-Curious Rick to be the same man. I sorta lusted over my friend Rick in the office. He is young and handsome, had an easy-going personality, and asked for my advice a fair amount. But he had no clue I am gay. Just a quick observation told me I am wishing for nothing.

His E-mail back in reply is nice.

wow, you write one hell of an e-mail

i’ve read it twice already and I had to go jack off right away

I like what you said about guys knowing what guys like

you’re right .. your sense of humor is offbeat. you made me laugh

I talked to a lot of guys online but you are the only one who sounds like a real person.

They all offered me sex, but not in a ‘no-pressure’ way like you

i think it will be nice to get to know you a little

are you still free Thursday after work?

We exchanged another message today and agreed to meet at my place tomorrow night about 5:30. I included directions and my phone number. In the meantime, I had sent my friend Rick a message, along a line of conversation that I had also shared with Bi-Curious Rick. He made no indication to me, in his reply back, that he feels uncomfortable about anything. There is not any more E-mail from the second Rick either.

Thursday is good for him because his girlfriend had a class. I told him that I respected the fact that he is engaged, and know what my place is in his life. He likes that I am up front about who and what I am. For me to think I will take a young guy, desire to do so or not, and “convert” him to my lifestyle and meld into my life without question is ludicrous. I also wished to dispel some of the homophobic crap. Actually, I hate that word. I think far more people hate gays than fear them. It’s not homophobia—it’s hatred, period. (Okay, enough on that little rant). So I just want him to know that my intention is to do as he wished (teach him about sucking dick) and not to take over his life.

Of course, I ended up horny and stretched out on the sofa to jack off. First, I rub my crotch through my jeans. I think denim and flesh feel really good together. I do not have any boxer briefs on; I do not wear them when I wear jeans. I slid my hand up the front and then down inside, to my half-hard cock. My friend Rick’s face appeared in my mind. Wishful thinking. I am sure there is more than one 27-year-old named Rick in the neighboring town. But my cock is hard and there is only one image in my brain.

I slid the zipper down and grabbed my dick. I stroked the foreskin up and down my shaft, pulling it back and forth over the head in a steady rhythm. I thought about us as I move my hand up and down, stroking smoothly, dreaming of teaching him how to give a good blowjob, and giving him as good in return. I stroked faster, the fantasy running in my head, like a movie. I backed off so I will not cum so soon. I want to enjoy this. I waited a moment and then start stroking again. When I am ready, I shot all the way up my chest. I lay thinking about him as I pick my creamy load up with my fingers and licks them off.

I thought about him throughout the evening, into the night, and until I finally fell asleep. I am surprised that I do not dream about him that night. But I had only a name and no face yet to go with it.

Even with some rationalizing, I am nervous about Rick arriving. I am apprehensive that it will be my friend Rick. In seeing that it is I, he will run out in embarrassment. With more rationalizing, I feels that if he is going to be embarrassed, then so is I, to a point, but I would rather be embarrassed with a friend. He still might not stay, and it will be forever different at work, but I had to think of something. I hoped.

Thursday -- 5:30 p.m. The doorbell rang. My heart leapt into my throat. I had the advantage of a peephole, but I do not use it this time. We will be pleasantly surprised together, or we will be embarrassed together. I do not want the advantage, knowing he had none, whoever he was.

When I open the door, he smiles brilliantly at me, obviously pleased. I smile brightly in return as I step back to let him inside my apartment. He is quite handsome. His description of what he looks like is quite fair. It is not one of those ‘I am a Greek god in E-mail but an ogre in person’ situations that have let down so many seekers. I look him over as he does the same to me. He extends his hand to me and I shake his in return.

“It’s nice to ‘meet’ you Eric. I kind of hoped. Thanks for letting me come over.”

“My pleasure, Rick. I am glad you could come. Come on in and have a seat.”

He accepted my offer for something to drink. I go to the kitchen to bring Cherry Coke—it was something I know about him. He chose the left corner of the sofa. I sat up against the right side, crossing my knees in the middle, facing him.

“So when did you discover that you are bi-curious?”

“I guess I’ve feels it for a few years. Dating and then getting married take my mind off it for a time, but the urge to know something new is there. It took me about a month to decide I was really going to send you some E-mail. I found your profile at that time. I composed a couple of messages and threw them both away.”

“What made you finally send it?”

“A need to know,” he smile.

“Will I be someone to explore that with, now that you know who I am?”

“Yes. I want to, anyway. I hope you do, too.”

“I do. I like teaching. Besides, you’re my ideal type,” I smile in return. “So, do we talk a little? Do we start right off? It’s up to you.”

He smiles even broader this time. “I have a need to know. You will not deprive a young man his curiosity will you?”

“No, I suppose not. Can I at least tell you that I am a little nervous?”

“Yes. Me too.”

“Then I will be gentle, man.”

I move to the middle of the sofa and put my hand on his chest. I move it up to his neck, then to his cheek, back down to his shoulder, down his side, and onto his hip.

“How much time do you have tonight?”

“It’s not a concern. I have time.”

“I just want to feel you for a few minutes. Is that okay?”

“Yes. Whatever you feel right in doing is okay. I’ve given this a lot of thought. I want to know what you know, maybe all of it.”

From his hip, I rub into the denim jeans on his legs. I take his legs one at a time and put them over my legs, removing his sneakers. I take his socks off. They are bright white, a nice contrast to the blue denim he wore, but I like bare feet with bluejeans. I rub his ankles and massage his feet, watching his eyes the whole time.

He moves closer to me. He put his left hand on my cheek. His thumb ran across my cheekbone. His fingertips are against my left ear. The smile on his face is sincere. He does not appear to be nervous. My own nervousness passed quickly. Once a man begins to let you touch him, all will be well.

“Do you kiss guys?” he asked me.

I put my right hand on his cheek, pull him gently to me, and put a dry kiss on his lips. It lasted for a minute. I pull back a little, enough that we could see the other’s eyes in focus, and watch him.

“I’ve never kissed another man before.”

“Was it okay?”

He nods. “Nice. More than nice.”

I pull him to me again and kiss him the same way. Our lips moistened as I ran my tongue between his lips. The tip of my tongue found his and he takes mine into his mouth. I did not try to shove it down his throat. I explore around everything within my reach. We pull away from each other. I lay on my back, against the corner of the sofa, pulling him on top of me as I go. My arms go around his back. I explore his shape and form, down to his ass cheeks wrap in denim material.

“Nice,” he said into my ear. “I like this.”

I move my right hand around to his crotch, curious. He is hard, and I am pleased. I am glad that I am not the only one with a straining erection in his jeans. He moans as I touch him.

“Do you want to go to my room?” I ask.

He sits back, kneeling with on knee on either side of my leg. My hand is still on his crotch. He looks down at it and puts his own hand on top of mine, pushing against it harder. He put his right hand on my obvious hardness. His face is handsome in its youth. His eyes sparkle and he once against could not withhold his smile. He nods.

Before I got up, he knelt down and takes off my sneakers and socks. He sits for a moment and returns the foot massage that I had given him. Take a little ... give a little. When we stand, he is the one who initiates a kiss. I think he likes what I taught him so far.

I lead the way to my bedroom, down the hall. He starts to pull off his polo shirt but I stop him.

“Let me,” I say softly.

I helped him. I touch his bare chest, sides, and back. He stands and watches what I did, then pulls off my shirt and does the same. Since he feels good, his idea is that I will as well. His chest is smooth and nearly hairless. Mine is covered in a soft light brown coloring of hair. He tweaked my nipples, which I had not yet done to him. I smile and give him a look.

“Sorry. Force of habit,” he smiles wickedly.

“As long as you do not do that to my balls, I think we’ll be okay.”

I return the wicked smile. His sense of humor is offbeat too, so we are in good company.

“Speaking of balls, lemme see what’s in your jeans,” he says.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he teases.

“But I only like you for your mind.”

He smiles again, accepting my humor.

He unbuttoned the top button, unzips his jeans, pushes them and his briefs down to his knees, and stands with his erection pointing straight at me. In mock defiance, I keep my eyes on his eyes. He watches me watching him. His eyes drop to his crotch, anticipating I will do the same. I do not. He stands close to me, unbuttons my top button, unzips my jeans, pushes them and my briefs to my knees, and grasps my erect cock, putting mine and his in his right hand, rubbing both together.

“Say again?”

“I love the feel of your dick next to mine. Did not you hear me correctly the first time?”

He laughed. “That’s what I thought you said.”

“So come lay beside me and let’s play.”

I lay down on my bed. He lay down beside me, facing me.

“You’ve taken all my nervousness away, Eric. It feels natural to do this, as we’re supposed to. How easy it is for you.”

“You should feel welcome here, comfortable and at ease. As I said in my E-mail, what we do and when we do it is up to you. I have to admit I am nervous too, but your sense of humor is priceless. I could do this with you any time you want.”

“And now help with my question. I am wondering what it is like to suck dick. Is it hard?”

“Slide down a little, and we’ll answer that as best we can.”

I turn around and put my head to the foot of the bed. I position my dick in front of his face. His is in front of mine as well. I had thought about how I am going to teach the young man. Teach by showing, I decided, and teach by trusting.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “You can change your mind without going on if you want to.”

“I’m okay. I want to know what you know.”

“Watch me for a moment, and then try it.”

I move in close to his crotch and inhale his scent, which is shower fresh. I gently cup his balls in my hand and lick them. He has very little hair on his balls and on his cock. The smoothness is silky under my tongue. I put one of his balls in my mouth and move it all around. When I let it pop out, I swallow the other, giving it equal treatment. I do it gently because I expect that his balls will be tender, in more ways than one. As I am putting his second testicle in my mouth, he moves in and licks both of mine as he cups them in his hand. Then he puts one in his mouth and rolls it around like a marble. He is careful with his teeth. When it pops out of his mouth, he licks it and then puts my other one inside his mouth, giving it a gentle and slow rolling motion.

I go from his balls to his shaft, licking it starting at the base, then all around, and up to his cut cock head. From there I worked my way back down to the base. He watches me as he shivered just a little.

“Show me again,” he said softly.

I repeat the movements, slowly. I do not yet put his cock in my mouth. Obviously, he likes it. He bends down and licks my cock, starting at the base, working up and around the shaft at the same time, to my uncut cock head. He repeats it again, working back to the base.

I sit up and kiss him gently.

“It tastes different than I expected, better than I expected. It feels better than I thought it would.”

“You learn quickly. It feels as good for me.”

“Now lay back against the pillows. I want to show you how it feels with a guy.”

When he is settled down on his back, I lay between his legs. I repeat the licking of his shaft that I had done. When I open my mouth to take his cock, I swallow about half of it on the first stroke. We are equally hung, so I want to show him that you do not have to take the whole dick in order to feel pleasure. I slide off his shaft, keeping the head in my mouth, licking it with my tongue. I go back down to halfway again and repeat it, settling into a rhythm of up and down movements. I know he likes it because he grinds his hips into my bed. I look up at his eyes and I suck his dick, watching his expression. His eyes are closed and his head back. Then he opens them, tilts his head forward, and puts his left hand behind my head. He merely held it in his hand, not forcing me to take him deeper. With each down stroke, I suck a little bit more into my mouth, taking it out only to lick the head. A few times, I take it to the hilt, then backed up slowly, then down halfway, then up to the head, down to the base, up halfway, down to the base, up to the head, licking and sucking and drooling as I go along.

“I want your load when you’re gonna shoot, Rick,” I say, finally taking his dick out of my mouth long enough to get some air. I continue to stroke him with my right hand wrap firmly around his shaft. Damn what a nice cock he has.

“Okay. If you say so.”

I go back down on him, sucking and licking, enjoying the taste of his cock flesh in my mouth, playing with his balls as I go. I lick my middle finger and massage his asshole, just at the outside edge. We had not talked about fucking and I do not want to make any assumptions. But I know that when I am jacking off, I love to have my asshole massaged. He groans and opens his eyes wide. In another moment, I got my reward. It is hot and thick, creamy load, as if he had not come in a few days. He shivers and lays his head back on the pillows, holding my head in both his hands. I lick his cock clean. The cream slides down my throat and I lick my lips as I look at him. In a moment, he raises his head again and locks his eyes on mine.

“Wow. I’ve never had better. I can’t believe I shot off in your mouth.”

“I can. I like sucking dick. I think I do it well.”

“Oh yeah, man, you do it well.”

“I must have done something wrong.”

“What? No way.”

“You’re still hard.”

“Anticipation of more. I think I could do this all night.”

“Me too man. You wanna have a go at it?”

He licks his lips and smile. “Oh yeah.”

I lay on my back as he settles between my legs. He takes my cock in his fist and strokes it a few times. He starts by licking, from the base up. When he reaches the head, he opens his mouth, goes down a couple of inches on my dick, and closes his lips around my shaft. He pulls up, leaving the head inside, and licks around with his tongue. He gets down about half way and leaves my cock there, moving his tongue around my shaft with it in his mouth. He comes back to the head, takes his mouth off my dick, and licks my head all around. He stops long enough to look at me. Ah man, it is good to have a hot mouth on my dick.

“Is it okay? Am I doing it right?”

“I dunno. Do it some more and lemme see,” I said with a pleasing smirk on my face.

Rick goes down on me again, half way, pauses, and then sucks me to the base, leaving it there as he runs his tongue around me again. His first taste of cock is mine. He looks at me. I lick my lips, approving of what he is doing, putting my hand on his head to let him know he is doing just right. To see what I am seeing and feeling what I am feeling is like heaven. It has rarely been any better than this. Doing this with a guy whose first time it is made it even better. He had his mind totally on pleasing me, making me feel good.

“Oh man, I know you said you’ve never done this, but you’re so nice. Your mouth is incredible. I do not know if I’ll ever lose this erection.”

“Yeah? We’ll see about that. I am gonna suck you dry. You’re gonna want me to come back and do it all again too.”

It is not bragging. It is a promise. He is getting his confidence up so that I will ask him to come back. Hell, I planned on begging him to come back, on my knees if I had to. Or even if I do not have to. Oooh baby!

He goes back down on my dick, half way down, pauses, and then sucks all the way down. Lick, suck, taste, and lube, all the while playing with my balls. Then he remembers something. He stops sucking my cock long enough to take his finger into his mouth to wet it. He massages my asshole at the same time he starts sucking me again. He gets a little bolder than I did and puts it in up to his first knuckle. I moan and push my ass further onto his finger. He finds my prostate and withdraws, fearing he hurt me.

“S’okay man. It’s supposed to feel like that. You will not believe what that feels like. Next time I’ll show you, and teach you something new if you’re up to it. Go ahead, put your finger back in.”

He does, carefully, and feels around again until he hit the spongy gland. I again push down on his finger as he sucks me into his mouth. I massage his shoulders as he finger fucks me, and gives me as good head as I’ve ever had.

“I’m gonna come in a few minutes. You sure you want my cum?”

He nods and keeps sucking. He is glad to know he is doing it well enough that I will come. It is not long before I start leaking pre-cum into his mouth. He pulls back a little bit, not knowing if I shoot a stream or ooze out my load. My cum flowed thick and creamy into his mouth. He sucks it down greedily as I hold his head and let it fill up his throat. He swallows and keeps my cock in his mouth, not wanting to miss a drop, not wanting to stop me from feeling how good this really is. When I stop coming, he sucks any remaining drop off my cock and then licks me clean, leaving me shining in the lamplight.

He gives me a large grin. I grin back and then pull him on top of me, hold his head, and bring him to my lips.

“You sucked me dry, man, just like you said. It’s gonna take me days to recover what you took out of me.”

“But you’re only half soft. How do you explain that?”

“Easy. You turn me on.”

“Cool. I can live with that.”

He lay beside me, one hand on my neck and one on my chest.

“Jeez man, I feel like I am still coming. You got me off and I never stop,” he said as he held me closer.

“You really enjoyed this, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, Eric, a lot. I was nervous about E-mailing you the first time, and then sending a response back to agree to meet you in person. But I could not say no. When I closed my eyes last night, all I thought about is having a dick in my mouth. It’s all I thought about today, all day, starting with when I woke up this morning. I was going to jack off in the shower, but I wanted to save it. Getting through the work day was hard enough that I take my most challenging task and buried myself in it.”

“Sounds like me, Rick. Everything you said, minus the nerves. All I felt was anticipation. Every chance I got, I put my hand inside my pants and fondled my dick, thinking about what it will feel like in your mouth.”

“You’re hard again, or still, I am not sure.”

“Look who’s talking. You’ve been soft about ten minutes since you arrived here.”

I touch him, kiss him, and wrap my fist around his cock. He does what I do. I slide down a little and swallow his stiffness.

“Yeah.”

I set my mind to this being our first time all over again. After a couple of minutes, he turns around and we got into a 69 position. He wants to share. What he wants is more cock. He’d had enough to know he likes it, and that he could have it any time he wants it. More is better. I lay there, as I suck this man’s fine cock, thinking that it will be nice if we could do this once a week, just enough to keep both of us horny and eager.

We eat each other’s balls. We probe each other’s asses. We suck cock. His mouth is like pure silk. He must have liked mine too because together we shot hot cream into each other’s throats, spurt after spurt, me matching him creamy load for creamy load. We swallow. We do not move for a few minutes. He takes my hand, pulls me up to him, and kisses me, the taste of my cock on his breath and his on mine.

“I guess I am a cock sucker now.”

“No, you’re a good cock sucker. There’s a difference. You’re also a good man. And a better friend.”

“Thanks. Can we do this again?”

“Yeah. Can you come again tomorrow?” I said with a wicked laugh.

“I could *come* every day,” he said in return, smiling. “My calendar will talk to your calendar.”

“Cool. By the way, there’s not a drop of cum left in my balls. You got it all in there.”

I pointed to his stomach, slim and firm. I bend down to run my tongue over it then up to his nipples, first one, then the other, licking the smooth skin along the way.

“What else are you going to teach me, next time?”

“What do you want to learn?”

He smiles and puts his hand on my ass.

“Really? Giving or getting?”

“Both. I am still curious. You’re an awesome teacher.”

“Okay, if you make me, then I guess I can do it,” I laugh, pretending that it is such hard work.

How will I ever manage? I guess I will find a way. His body is going to be my playground. I already know that mine is his when he wants it.

We dress. He is not quite ready to leave yet. He holds me and kisses me. We lay back on the sofa, me on top of him. Neither one of us got hard, not that we could. We just kiss. The intro to male sex had been successful. This is just dessert to top off the evening. He’d been here over two hours, being an apt pupil. His curiosity is going to keep me on my toes.

I walk him out to his car, and then stand watching the red taillights move away in the darkness. I feel nothing but contentment. Tonight my wishful thinking is rewarded. My friend Rick and I are opening up new avenues in our friendship. I am glad that it was he at my door tonight. Better to learn from a friend than a stranger who might not treat him so well. Would we be awkward at work tomorrow? Maybe, but I doubt it.

Part 2

When we are at work, it is life as usual. Well, for me there is private lusting when I do manage to see a glimpse of him down the hall, or in the cafeteria, or in the parking lot, but the building we worked in is large and we do not run into each other that often. I do not know if bi-curious guys graduate to being bi guys. I do not know if they privately lust over their office mates who they now know are gay, even though no one else in the office does. Yes, I have had these very conversations in my own head. Sometimes I have too much time on my hands. I am always horny. When you are 31 and you discover a friend of 27 likes sucking your cock, and having you suck his, you are always horny. Trust me.

He led his life in the straight world. I led mine in the straight world. I am not out to the straight world. Frankly, my private self is private. I will not be judged by idiots. One thing I feel about being gay—it is not who I am, it is merely a small part what I am. It is nobody’s business that I am gay. My sex life is not up for discussion with any of my friends. My life is not spent in the pursuit of sex. It is spent in the pursuit of pleasure, friends, occasional seriousness, and attempts at being a good man in general. Sex is there when it feels right to look for it or to accept it.

So when Rick and I are together sexually, it is for mutual pleasure. He does to me what I do to him. When he comes to my place, it is with the intent of spending good time with me, not rushing through the evening in giving or getting a quickie blowjob and going home again. When we are together at work or at lunch, it is for friendship. I look at his butt on the sly, knowing what it looks like in the flesh. Even then, I had rather be a friend to him than an object of sex because it is in friendship that needs become answered and rewards are given.

Our second time together brought new explorations of sex with a man. He sent me E-mail asking if he could come over Tuesday after work for a couple hours. Learning how to suck a dick is nice for him, and quite nice for me since it is me that he experimented on. Letting me suck his in return showed he likes being equal. I still know more than he does about male-to-male sex, so he wants me to tell him what it is about. Kissing had been a part of it.

We sit on my balcony for a half-hour and enjoyed the fresh air. Winter had run a long course for this part of the country and we are looking forward to spring and outside activity. It is nice to cool down from the day’s hassles, shooting the breeze, enjoying the company of a friend.

“Ready to show me something new?” he asked.

The pace is his to set. I let him pick the day or days of the week that he wants to come over. I let him decide how long he will stay. He lets me pick the activity du jour, knowing he wants to know what I know.

We come inside and go down the hallway to my bedroom. He lets me undress him, and then I let him undress me. We tease each other’s cocks while we are down on our knees, taking off the other’s jeans. We kiss because he likes the feel of our lips together. We kiss because I like it too, showing that, for now, we are a little bit more than friends. We hold each other close as we kiss, first standing up, and then laying beside each other in bed, then him laying on me and then me laying on him, touching all the while. The boy loves to kiss forever. He is passionate about kissing. I think he likes it even better than sucking dick. Passion over sex—I like that.

So I figured that if he likes kissing on the lips (and ears, eyelids, noses, cheeks, necks, shoulders, nipples, chest, and belly button), that he might like kissing my ass. I do not ask. I showed him instead what it feels like. I got between his legs, raised them up, spread his cheeks, and put my lips on his hole. Then I poked my tongue into his tight hole, lick all around it on the outside, and then tongue fucked him until he squealed. I lick from his hole up to the underside of his balls, and then back again. I munched his ass as if I had not eaten in a week. When I take a break, he is staring at me, unblinking, with a grin on his face.

“So that’s what it means when you tell someone to kiss your ass, okay Rick?”

“In that case Eric, you can kiss my ass any time.”

“Good,” I said as I lay on my back. “Now come and sit on my face.”

He straddles my face, facing the wall. I run my tongue up and down his asshole as he hovers over my face. I got him wet and slick. When I lick his balls, I massage his asshole with my middle finger, letting it disappear inside just enough so that I can make the rim of his ass wet.

His dick stands out straight. I pull it into my mouth and alternately suck his dick and suck his ass. This is how I show him that sex need not be boring, and what guys do together. It said that we are not queer, that we just like pleasure as much as anyone else does. Why should straight guys have all the fun anyway?

He climbs off me, rolls me on to my stomach, and spreads my cheeks apart. He buries his face in my ass, working his lips over my hole. He tentatively stuck out his tongue, licking around it a couple of times and then right into the center of it.

“You smell like fresh soap down here,” he said as he looks up at me.

He licks and munches, using his lips and his tongue, sending a shiver up my spine. Teaching him is as good for me as it is for him. He had not found anything yet that he does not like. I wonder how he will feel about fucking me, or getting fucked by me. I do not know how far he will want to go with sex, but it is not for me to decide. He is the student, and I am the patient teacher. Whatever he wants he will have. He pulls my cock and balls from underneath me and licks them. I am harder than I had been on Thursday when we first got together. Five days later, he is as eager to learn.

He rolls me onto my back again and gets between my legs, sliding my cock halfway into his mouth. He looks at me, knowing I approve of him using my cock for his toy.

“Want me to suck you too?” I ask.

“Not yet. This is for you, to thank you for teaching me and for not letting me feel embarrassed that I had inadvertently contacted you.”

“A buddy is a buddy, Rick. You could have turned and left.”

“Nah. I like you. It had crossed my mind that I’d eventually meet someone I knew. I’m glad it is you, Eric. Really.”

He played with my dick as he talked to me. He leaned up to me and kissed me nicely.

“I’m glad you’re the one I had my first time with. I don’t know if anyone else would have been this way with me.”

He smiles and then goes back down on me, giving my dick his full attention. I lay back on the pillows, watching him watch me as he sucks my cock. He licks my balls and carefully pokes his middle finger into my asshole, massaging it, returning to my cock to keep it stiff and wet. His mouth is sweet. His face is so cool to look at as he sucks me. He raises his eyes to mine every few minutes, but spends his time on the task—making me feel good. I start to move my hips, as I get closer to orgasm. He pokes his finger in a little deeper and sucks just a little more. I close my eyes and put my head back as I shot a lot of fresh white cream into his mouth. He swallows and keeps sucking me. When I am done erupting, he licks my cock clean. He continues to fist it as he lay beside me and kisses me.

“Damn, Rick, you make me so hot,” I said as he looks into my eyes, smiling.

“Yeah? I’m glad. My dick has not been soft since I got here. Want some?” he said in a teasing voice, waving his cock at me.

“Nah,” I said, looking and sounding very serious.

The smile goes off his face. He looks at me, and then looks deeper into my eyes.

“Liar,” he said, knowing damn well that I am not going to turn him down.

I get between his legs, raise them up a little, and wrap my arms around his hips. I go down on his cock, to the base, and hold it there. I move my tongue around it and pull it out only halfway. For fifteen minutes, I suck this fresh boy-cock, lick his sweet boy-balls, and massage his sweet boy-ass. He starts squirming. I stop sucking him and then just lay there, as I was, looking at his face.

“Hey, why’d you stop?”

“Don’t want you to come yet.”

“What? But I wanna come yet.”

“But I like it too much to make you get off so soon.”

“Come on man, lemme come. I don’t tease you, much.”

“But I like teasing you. You can’t come until I let you. Maybe I’ll let you go soft first, and then get you hard again. Maybe I’ll just stop and look at you instead. You are cute, you know.”

He played my game. He does not care, because he knows he’d get off. He is not picky about when.

“Cock teaser.”

“Yeah. Nice cock by the way. Did I tell you that yet?”

“No, but I sorta figured you liked it the first time you sucked me off.”

“Nice mouthful—not too big—certainly not small. Just the right length and thickness. I like stroking it, playing with it in my fist. Tastes really good too. Too bad you can’t taste your own dick, you’d like it.”

“Does it taste like yours?”

“Dunno, I never tasted my own dick, just my own load.”

“Can guys suck their own dicks?”

“Yeah, some can. I’ve seen it in videos. Takes a little doing from what I can figure out. Mine’s not quite long enough.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to do it for you.”

“Yeah, I guess you will.”

“You ready to suck me yet?”

I wink at him. I had teased him enough. Time to get his rocks off. I go back down on his cock and suck for all I am worth. It does taste good. It really is just the right size. He is clean and fresh. I could even smell the baby powder he had used after his shower. I swallow it all, down to the base. Oh man how I loved to suck my friend’s dick. A week ago, I only anticipated what it will be like. Now I want him every chance we get.

He starts grinding his hips again. He is close, so I just keep on sucking. I want his load so bad. He does not make me wait long. It is thick and sweet tasting, creamy and smooth, hot on my tongue. He does not disappoint me, not that he ever could. I swallow all he pumped out into my mouth. Then I lick all around his shaft and cock head. He is finally going soft when I lay beside him. He looks into my eyes again and kisses me lightly on my lips.

“Thank you,” he said simply.

“You’re welcome, friend. Any time.”

“So what are you going to teach me next? Can we get together Saturday morning?”

“Saturday is just fine. What do you think you want to know next?”

“I want to know what it’s like to get fucked. Will you fuck me? And, can I fuck you?”

“Geez, you gonna make me fuck you?” I said in mock tiredness. “You think I am young enough to do that anymore?”

“You’re young enough. And horny enough,” he said reaching down to my hardening cock.

“Okay, okay, I guess I’ll just have to fuck you then. And you can fuck me. Ohhh baby. Man, you make me work so hard to please you.”

I laughed aloud. He is not buying my “old man” act. I do not act or feel over 30. And he is certainly right about me being horny.

I reach for his cock and stroke it to full hardness again as he strokes mine. We kiss as we jack each other’s cocks in our fists. Two horny men, that’s all we were. We both erupted at the same time, into each other’s mouths. We got into a 69 position and cleaned each other up. So far, we had not wasted a drop of cum between us.

When we are getting dressed, he told me how much he appreciated me being so good-natured and so patient. I told him that it is nice that he let me too. After all, he could have run away when he saw me at the door a few days ago.

Part 3

I had set my alarm for 8:00 a.m. on Saturday. I do not normally sleep in much past that anyway, but I want to get into the shower and clean up good before Rick comes over. We are going to meet around 9:30. I had bought some lube last night on my way home from work. Normally I will have bought condoms too, but considering who my buddy was, I do not this time. When I played with someone unknown, I played safe. I told Rick to do that too, in case he starts out with someone new along the way.

Rick arrived right on time. He kisses me at the door lightly, then wraps his arms around me and pushes me back into the wall to kiss me some more. He moves his hips into my crotch. I reach down to cup his ass into both hands, inside his jeans. He smells of fresh soap and shampoo, with a light dusting of baby powder. He is fully dressed. I am wearing only jeans and socks.

“My ass is twitching in anticipation, buddy,” he says. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I fingered my ass in the shower this morning. Can’t believe I got myself so hot.”

“Here, feel this,” I say as I put his hand on my crotch.

“Damn you’re hard!”

“Let’s fuck, buddy. I am so hard I am going to burst!”

“Where do we start?”

“Come lay across the bean bag. I want to eat your ass first.”

He lays down on his stomach. I pull off his sneakers, socks, and jeans. I go right for his asshole with my tongue. We do not warm up very long. He is ready for some dick up his ass, and I am ready to give it to him. I straddle his legs and spread his ass cheeks. I lubed up my cock with a thin coating of Wet and put my head up against his hole. I slide forward until just the head pop into his ass ring. Rick takes a deep breath, then pushes back on my cock as he lets it slide in at a pace he could take it. It takes about a minute for him to take the whole thing, but neither of us is in a rush to go anywhere. Once I am in to the hilt, I just lay on top of him, letting him get used to it.

“Does it hurt, bud?” I asked him.

I had been as careful as I could be. I am not into pain. I am into his pleasure only.

“No. I just feel full. Feels nice.”

“I’m going to pull out a little, then push it back in. I’m going to do that a couple of times until I can get into a rhythm. If you feel pain, at all, tell me and I’ll pull out. I want this to feel good for you.”

“Go for it man. My virgin ass is all yours.”

I raised myself up off his back, kneeling in this straddled position. I slide my cock out a little, then back in to the base again. I am pulling out only a quarter each time. I do it slowly so he’d feel my hard shaft. After a few minutes, I pull out halfway and then push it back inside, still nice and slow. He moans.

“Yeah, it feels incredible, Eric. It’s a thousand times better than my finger. I can’t believe we’re here, you fucking me like this.”

“Is it just fucking?” I ask, hoping not.

“No, it’s not. Someone else would fuck me. I know how you feel about my pleasure.”

I smile as I continue to penetrate his asshole with my stiff cock. I moan as I fuck his hot hole, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in, and pulling out. I increase the rhythm a little as I withdrew three-quarters of my cock now, then push it back to the hilt. His ass swallows my cock as his mouth did. We are now fuck buddies, not just friends. The thought made me hotter, but I keep up the slow pace. He seemed to like it a lot. I pull out and add a little more lube, then put my cock in halfway, waited a few seconds, and then push it all the way in again. This time I pull out to the head and then slide the length of it back inside him. I massage his ass cheeks as I slow fuck his ass. I take it all the way out a few times, and then plunged it in the whole way nice and slow.

I then fuck him with just half my cock in him, pumping it in and out, listening to his moans of pleasure. After a few minutes more, I pull it all the way out, then push it all the way in, and then pull all the way out again. I repeat this for several strokes, watching his asshole close up completely each time my head withdraws from his ass. Once again, I buried it to the hilt, fucking him in short strokes. I give him my cock for about fifteen minutes, but finally I could not hold it any longer.

I pull out leaving just the head in his hole. A few strokes with just the head and then I explode inside his ass. I push it in all the way, lay down on his back, and bucked while I give him short, quick strokes, sending shot after shot of hot juice inside of his ass. I kiss his neck as I come, wrapping my arms tightly around his chest. When I finish, I leave my cock inside of him. I put my head on his back and close my eyes for a few minutes, letting the waves of pleasure work their way over my body.

“Wow, Eric. I can’t believe how great that feels. My ass is still tingling. What a kick.”

“You would not believe how your cock tingles when you come. I don’t know what it’s like in the straight world, but when you fuck a guy, you know what tight is. You ready to try it?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait. Let’s switch places.”

He is like a kid, doing something for the first time. It takes seconds to get his cock hard. He lubes it and asks me how I want it, a little at a time or all at once.

“All of it man, I want it all.”

“You’ve been fucked before?”

“I’ll answer no if it makes you jealous.”

“Nope, not jealous, because you’re my buddy now. A friend and a fuck buddy. I like who we are together, Eric.”

Rick mounted my ass and slides the full length of his seven inches into my ass. He yipes as his entire cock disappears into my ass. He only stops when his balls will not let him go any further.

“Holy moly, man. Geez you are incredibly tight. You have not been fucked in awhile, have you?”

“Nope. If I am as tight as you are, then you’re in for a great ride. Fuck me, buddy. Let it fill me up.”

He lay against my body, pumping in and out in short strokes. I push my ass up as he pushes in, and clench it tight as he pulls out. He moans and then withdraws more of it, pushing back in an equal amount each time. He knows I had fucked him with just the head of my cock, so he wants to try that too. He pulls out first and puts some lube on his cock head. He pops it back in and then fucks me for a few minutes, using just the head. Then he gives me half his cock in and out. He groans in the feeling of it all.

“How is it man? Am I a good fucker?”

“You’re a great fucker man. Do what comes naturally and you’ll make me feel good.”

He slides all the way in, then all the way out a few times. The length disappears inside me and I push up to receive it. He grinds his hips against my ass when he is completely inside of me, pushing it in as deep as he can. I moan each time that he does that because he hit my sweet spot, sending an incredible tingle up my insides. We work together, pushing and pulling, gripping and releasing, in and out, making a great team. He knows how to use his cock. My hole is wet and slippery.

In a few more minutes, he starts bucking and moaning. He is getting ready to shoot. I push my ass against his crotch, clench his dick tightly, and wriggle my hips until I know that he is filling my ass with his hot cum. He grabs hold of me and holds on tight. He does not say anything. He could not for all the groaning that he did. He just pushes inside me as far as he can and bucks his hips.

When he finished shooting, he turns my head to his and kisses me hotly on my lips.

“What a great fuck you are, Eric. I have not felt anything like that in all my life. I wonder if I got any cum left in my body? Talk about being drained!!”

“So you like laying your buddy, huh?”

“Oh yeah. And getting laid too. Have we run out of things for you to teach me?”

“No way man. You want more?”

“Yeah, I do. Can you fuck me again?” he asked.

“Horny much?”

“Yeah. I don’t care if I come again later, but I have to feel your cock in me.”

He goes off me and I get up. We stand kissing each other, holding on to each other’s asses. We stop and look into each other’s eyes, enjoying the silence between us, just looking, and enjoying our time together. I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom. I lay him down on my bed and get more lube. I guide him onto his back and raise his legs, putting them over my shoulders. I lube up my middle finger and slide it inside his ass. I find his prostate gland and massage it gently. Then I put my index finger in him at the same time, feeling around his tight hole with my two fingers. I fist his cock with my left hand as I finger fuck his ass. His incredible eyes watch me in fascination.

I withdraw my fingers, lube my cock, and put the head in his ass. I slide it in an inch at a time, stopping when he shifts. Getting fucked face-to-face is a little different from doggy style, so I want to be easy on him. He will like this too, because, as much as he likes kissing me, it will make it easier to do so. I watch his eyes as I slide inside his tight hole. He nods when he is ready for more. It takes a few moments to enter him the whole way. I lay down on him, bending him in half, and we kiss for a few minutes while he gets used to my cock.

“Your cock feels great, man. Same as before, but different. As good as it feels, I can’t get hard though.”

“I can’t either when I am being fucked. All the sensation is in my ass and I go limp, even though I am turned on as ever. A lot of guys can’t stay hard when they’re getting it.”

He is glad for the reassurance. He is afraid of making me think it does not feel good. I know it feels good, or at least I hoped it makes him feel good. My dick is like a rock so he knows for sure that I like his ass. I begin a slow and steady rhythm, using half my cock to fuck him. He pulls me down to his lips and kisses me with the same passion as he had done the very first time. This is our third time together. I am still teaching and he is still learning. I still think he likes kissing as much as anything else.

He pushes into my ass with each thrust. He clenches his hole tighter around my cock when he could do it. It take some doing to get into that type of rhythm, clenching and unclenching at the right times. I still do not manage to do it just right. I told him to keep doing it, because it feels good.

“I am still amazed that you and I are doing this, Eric. It feels so great. I am glad I finally let my curiosity get the better of me. To not be doing this, with you especially, will be something that I do not even know I had miss out on. I do not want to miss out. On anything.”

“Me either, bro. Life is meant to explore. Doing this with you is ... so right, so good. My cock feels better than it has in ages. You bring out the best in me, man. I am so hard, and you’re so tight. I want to keep doing this for a long time.”

“Yeah. Me too. Fuck me man, give me your cock.”

I raise myself up on the balls of my feet and pump steadily and slowly into his young tight ass. I watch his face as he watches me. My strokes are long a smooth. I pull all the way out to the head, and then plunged back in again, giving him my full length and hardness, down to my balls hitting against his ass cheeks. He likes being fucked. He moans and twists as I enter him. He pulls his ass closed as I partially withdraw.

“I am gonna shoot man, I can’t hold it any longer,” I said as I fill his hot hole with my juicy cream.

Just when I do not think that I have any cum left in me, out shoots more and more. I think he tapped a secret reserve, making it boil up and out every time we tried something new. I love fucking this young man. I love fucking my friend. He is not demanding and he is thankful for all that I teach him. He takes my cock in his mouth and in his ass, giving me great pleasure. I take his cock with equal vigor, enjoying it any way he wants to share it with me.

I pull my cock out of his ass when I go limp. I spread his ass cheeks and munch his hole, licking out some of my hot cum. He writhes as he pushes his ass deeper onto my face as I go mining for white gold. His cock is getting hard, so I lick it and then swallow it.

“Don’t make me come, Eric. I want to return the favor.”

I lube him up with spit and then with Wet. I show him how to enter me from the front, my legs up over his shoulders. He thrusts inside me in one motion, smooth as silk, hot and purely sexy. He began pumping right away in the smooth in-out stroke, leaving just the head of his cock inside my hole each time he partially withdraws.

“Man, you do not waste any time. You’ve been fucking me in your dreams, practicing for the real thing?”

“Yeah, bud, just like it is you beneath me. Having the real thing is even better. Does my cock feel good?”

“Oh yeah, Rick, it feels like the way I like it. If you’re good to me, you can fuck me the rest of the day. Use me bud, give my ass a good workout. It’s hungry and it needs your cock to fill it up.”

He repeats what he had seen me do, on the balls of his feet. He fucks me that way for a good ten minutes, and then gets on his knees and pushes hard and deep into my ass, in long strokes.

“I want to eat your load, bud. When you’re gonna come, give me your cock.”

The idea thrilled him a lot. He gives me a few more strokes, deep and even, hard and regular, and then pulls out. I gobble his cock a second later, to be rewarded by his cum. It still tasted incredible. I loved his thick white cream flowing onto my tongue. He can come up my ass anytime he wants. I cleaned it from top to bottom, leaving no proof on it that he had shot just now.

He lay on top of me, kissing me, tasting my cock breath, licking inside my mouth for any residual cum. He pulls his head back and looks at me, and then rolls us onto our sides so we could hold each other close and continue our oral lovemaking. I kiss his closed eyes, lick down to his ear, and then his neck. I take his lobe between my lips and suck them. I run my tongue inside his ear canal and make him shiver. I smile.

“You like to make me do that, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah. It only proves to me you’re paying attention to me.”

“So there’s not much new to teach me.”

“Nope, but perfecting our technique could take months, years even. If you do not do it right, you gotta do it over and over until I say it’s good enough.”

“Oh man, the pressure you put me under! I don’t know if I can live up to your needs.”

I laugh aloud and pull him close. We do not talk for a few minutes. I just hold him, kiss him lightly, and smile.

“So what’s next?”

“Sex in the dining room.”

“Mmmm.”

“Sex in the shower.”

“Ooh baby.”

“Sex on the balcony.”

“Yeah.”

“Sex in the spare bedroom.”

“Yum.”

“Sex in the woods.”

“Outdoors? Mmmm, sounds nice. Getting laid under a full moon. How’s that sound?”

“Oooh, I like that. When’s the next full moon?”

“Wednesday.”

“Cool. Will you suck my cock in the moonlight?”

“Yeah, gladly.”

“Will you cum in my mouth in the moonlight?”

“Uh huh, sounds like I can do that.”

“Will you take my incredible manhood up your sweet ass in the moonlight?”

“Only if you shoot your hot load too.”

“Try and stop me,” I said grinning.

“And then?”

“Sex in the rain, until we could not possibly get any wetter.”

“Yeah, natural lube.”

“I like holding you, Rick. I like me inside you, but above it all, I like that you are my friend and that you let me teach you about guy sex.”

“And about caring. Thank you for doing that.”

“Come on, let’s go and shower. I might even drop the soap a couple of times.”

“Oh baby, lemme see you bend over!” he said with the laughter of a child.

Our playtime is great. We had a lot of ways to make each other shoot heavy loads, and he could do me anyway he want. He did, too.

After the Lessons

Hey bud. Just want to let you know I am in today, home from the road finally. Come by and see me if you get a chance.

This is an E-mail message my friend, Rick, left me at work. We had a good, close friendship going and our tastes in many things are mutual. He likes one thing I do not particularly care for, sexually that is, but who can fault the guy for being straight?

Rick is about 5’6” tall, about 150 pounds, has short brown hair and brown eyes, a trim cycler’s body, and a real pleasant smile. He is 27, to my 31. I am often out with him and his girlfriend for dinner or local doings. He has also asked me if I want to ride in an upcoming 150-mile charity event. I ran more than I cycled, but I am game.

We meet up Saturday morning. We had decided to cycle through the local neighborhoods in a 20-mile circle. As we sweat together through the hills and straight-aways, I thought of only one thing ... a nice long hot shower for my tired muscles. When we arrive back at my apartment, I got us some more cold water. We had been hydrated on the road, but more is better. I have two bathrooms. We decide to use one. The whole ‘save water, shower with a friend’ thing. I got hard a couple of times but I do not pay my dick much attention. Now is not the time to be walking around with an erection pointed to the ceiling. His inflated and deflated too. We loved sex, but we loved taking our time better. No quick fucking, and no hard fucking. He steps out and towels off, heading to my room.

He is almost dressed by the time I came out of the bathroom. I put on a pair of running shorts. He had put on bluejeans and socks, but no shirt yet, like me. I take every chance I could to look at him on the sly. We sat outside on my balcony for a while, enjoying the warm summer breeze. My cock will not stay down. Rick notices but does not say anything. When he left an hour later, I go into my bedroom and jack off two loads. Damn he made me hot.

Sunday brought us back to cycling again, and extended our distance by five miles. And a cold shower for me later. Geez …

At work we had morning coffee together, one meeting together for two hours, a couple hours spent at my desk thinking more about him than work, a run together at lunch, spending all afternoon thinking about him, and then going home to work out on my Nordic Track. I got a voicemail message during my workout from him, saying he would like to come over and watch the ball game with me if I want company. Funny he does not mention his girlfriend. And I do not ask. Actually, I know they have a solid engagement. Time apart means better time together. I was his friend and little secret. The friendship did make it better, but sometimes I felt guilty.

He sits on the sofa and I sit on the floor in front of it, to his left. He is dressed just the way I like—a polo shirt, form-hugging bluejeans, white socks, and Nikes. And an erection sticking down the leg of his jeans. Wait, do I really see that? I did, and it takes all my effort to ignore it. He rubs his knee against my back unconsciously. I push against his knee, not unconsciously. When I turn to talk to him, he puts his hand on the hardening bulge, and touches my shoulder.

“I want you,” is all he said.

And all he had to. I turn my head to look at him as I touch his hand. He bends forward and kisses me, deeply, with his tongue gently exploring my mouth. I lick and kiss his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the feeling. I stand and remove my shorts, exposing my lean body and hard cock. He lies back on the sofa and I lay on top of him, holding him in my arms, and kissing him forever. He sure knows how to kiss.

“You’re amazing,” I said to him. “This feels so good. I do not expect it, just so you know.”

“I know. But you and your hard-on have been driving me crazy lately. It took all my willpower not to jump you on Saturday or Sunday. Today I finally decided I could not take any more.”

“I am glad you did,” I said as we continue to kiss.

I move from his lips and into his ears, licking and sucking both of them, down his neck, to his Adam’s apple, up to his chin, and back to his lips, from one ear to the other and back. He obviously likes what I am doing.

“Is this still new to you? Still fresh?”

“Yeah. You do know I like you, a lot. My best friend and I used to fool around, but it was just jacking off. This is not just jacking off.”

I sit back on my knees, unzip, and open his jeans so I could see his cock. I wrap it in my fist, playing with the purple knob and licking at the pre-cum. It had grown to seven hard inches, perfect in thickness, and beautiful. We kiss for the better part of an hour and play with each other’s cocks.

“Let’s save some good stuff for later in the week,” he whispered in my ear. “We’ve got a long time to enjoy each other.”

“Are you reading my mind, or what? I am having fun just as we are. And I don’t want to rush anything, not with the way you kiss me you fucker.”

“Fucking is Friday’s lesson. For now, just kiss me cocksucker.”

“Cock sucking is Wednesday’s lesson. Kiss me back.”

His breathing changed a while later, which got me hotter, and we jacked each other’s cocks into two simultaneous loads. We both shot on his stomach, in one large, wet puddle of cum. I lean over and lick it up, mingling both of our juices in my mouth. I saved a bit for him and fed it to him in a kiss.

“Mmmm. Not what I expected. But not bad. Got any more?” he said with a smile.

“Only if you got another load.”

“Nope. Not now anyway. Let’s go to bed. Uh, if it’s okay if I stay over.”

I stand naked in front of him, playing with my dick. Then I take his hand, pull him off the sofa, and take him to my bedroom. I slowly take off his clothes, licking at his body as I go. We slept, finally, after kissing for a long hour. I know I could make him come just by holding and kissing him. He’s sexual, but he’s a bit of a romantic, too.

Wednesday. Cock sucking day. I waited all day and thought about nothing else. We go for our weekly short cycle of 10 miles. Along the way, he pulls off the road, down an abandoned path. My cock is already hard enough, of course. I almost creamed in my shorts knowing where he is leading us.

We take our shorts off, leaving just our socks and sneakers on. I kneel in front of him, push my face into his shorts, and then pull them down.

I take Rick’s seven inches into my hungry mouth. I lick his knob, making his head more purple than when we jacked off Monday night. I am guessing he’d never had as eager a blowjob. Too bad, because his cock is perfect. Length, thickness, taste … nothing could have been better about his meat. I suck it. I lick it. I suck his balls, one at a time and then both together. Straight cock tastes great. Knowing it is in a forbidden place this time just makes it better.

Rick lies on the ground and spreads his legs. I lick underneath his balls in that wonderfully sensitive spot. He moans and begs me to keep at it. No problem. I even hit his hole a few times, just to give him a prelude to Friday. Then I bugged his hole while I go back on his cock. I worked him over for ten minutes more. He moans and suddenly shoots a streaming load of hot cum on my tongue. I swallow most of it and then lay on top of him. I give some back to him in a kiss. We kiss for almost as long as I had sucked him. I want more of his cock, but he wants mine too.

He needs little coaching. Being sucked by a straight guy feels great. He is a little clumsy at first, but he knows he wants to do good by me, so he sucks and licks and follows my lead. I fought off the temptation to 69 with him, at least for now. He seems to be enjoy being between my legs, giving my 7 1/2 uncut inches a good tongue-lashing. I am obviously enjoying it. He even gets brave and licks my asshole too. Wow, does that ever feel nice. He must have liked it too because he lingered in my ass, and planted his face as far in as he could. His tongue licks everywhere it could reach, leaving my ass wet and tingling.

“Do you wanna taste my load?” I asked, as I feel close. He nods and goes back on my cock, sucking with a passion, eagerly pleasing me for the reward I had give him.

With a groan, I start shooting into his mouth. He swallows eagerly, moaning as he keeps up the mouth action on my dick. Once I am spent, he lies on top of me and shares some of my hot cum in a kiss.

When we are both hard again, we got into a long awaited 69 and suck for all we are worth. I know all the things he likes and he seems to know all the things I like. I am not hard to please. Everything I do to him, he does to me. He realizes that giving and getting head is more than just sucking a dick. It is about tasting, licking, munching balls, and asshole eating.

As the sun sets, we both fill each other’s mouths with another creamy load. Then we lie in the long twilight shadows and kiss until we decide to go back to my place for the night. Man, is he ever horny. He makes me feel like a teenager, although at 31 I am far from being past my prime. We wake in the morning early. We have eaten yet more cum for breakfast.

Thursday found me exercising at home alone again. I enjoyed my time alone at least one day a week, usually two when I could say no to offers to go out. My dick is insistently hard, but I leave it alone. I want to save my cum for Rick tomorrow. I slept from 11:30 p.m. until 7:00 a.m., uninterrupted, if somewhat alone. I needed the rest.

On Friday, I had a planned half-day off. Rick could not join me because of an appointment an hour away. We’d agreed to meet at my place at 4:00 instead. Early enough. I am changed and ready to ride when He gets to my place. It takes us a half-hour to get out to door because all we could do is kiss. He finally pulls himself off my lips and said, “Let’s go before I rape you right here.” What, me complain?

At the 30-mile mark, we pull off the road again into a secluded area near a pond. Nobody is around. We strip and I fell to my knees to get him hard. I want him inside me, raw and hot. When he is fully hard, I put lube on his cock and get down on all fours. He gets behind me and slides into me in one thrust. Seven hard unbelievable inches of joy up my asshole. And belonging to Rick no less. Man, I am in heaven.

He gives me a nice slow fuck, just the way I like it. I push back onto his hardness, letting him pull most of the way out and then slide slowly back into me. I lay on my stomach and he humps me with a slow, steady rhythm. I turn my head so we can kiss and he keeps up the rhythm. When he is getting too close, he pulls out to kiss me some more, letting the fire back off a little. He helps me turn onto my back and then reenters my hot hungry hole. He loves this the best, putting my legs up over his strong shoulders, and plunging deep into my ass. He is on the balls of his feet, drilling the length of his cock into my tight asshole, in and out, steadily and with great skill. I shiver and shoot a load between us, letting him rub it into his stomach as he reenters my asshole. When he is ready to cum, he pulls out and quickly slides into my mouth. I swallow as he shoots a thick hot load across my tongue. When he is spent, he slides back into my asshole, fucking me a second time. Now that he had come once, he is able to fuck me for a solid half-hour before firing off again. The second load when right into my ass. He lay on top of me as we kiss, until his dick slips out of my well-fucked asshole.

“My turn,” he said with a sly grin. “Fuck my tight ass. My cherry was yours before, bud. Now take the rest of it.”

He put my cock in his mouth and sucked me until I am hot and hard. He gets on all fours as I had done, holding onto the fabric of the blanket, not sure what to expect. He does know I will not fuck him hard, but we have not fucked enough to make him trust me 100%. I used a little extra lube and go in slowly and steadily. It takes him four seconds to accept my seven plus inch length. My cock is not very thick, but thick enough. I leave it deep inside his hole until he lets me know I can pull out and push back in again. I take my time, having no desire to do anything but give him the same pleasure back as he had given me.

For a near-virgin fuck, he takes me in and makes me feel extraordinary. I fuck him for ten minutes on his knees and then for fifteen more on his back. His hole is wet and eager, swallowing my hardness quickly and with as much skill as he had fucked me. We grunt and moan together.

I told him I want to plant my seed inside his asshole and he nods. A couple minutes later, I shoot deep inside him, shooting endlessly, draining my cum-filled balls of my hot cream. I smile as I feel the spurting come to an end. When I pull out, I am still hard as a teenager. I pull him to his feet, turn him around, bend him forward, and get back inside his ass. With my hands on his slim hips, I rode him until I am ready to cum again. He has already told me he wants this one in his mouth, so I pull out and he drops quickly to his knees.

We lay at the edge of the pond, holding each other close, and kiss deeply. I could taste my load on his breath. When I reach down to play with his cock, it is hard as ever. I take it in my mouth and suck him until he shoots in my mouth again. Then I roll him onto his stomach and push my hard dick inside his no longer near-virgin hole, sliding it in as if this is our first fuck together. No hard fucking. Passion is better. I want him to be in this for the long run. It takes twenty minutes to come in his sweet hot hole, and I enjoy it as much as he does.

We get dressed and cycle back to my place. He brought his duffel in from the car. We stand in the middle of my living room and kiss for fifteen minutes before deciding to shower. He drops the soap. I fuck him yet again. I do not drop the soap, but he fucks me anyway, twice. It seemed like we would never get enough of each other, which is fine by both of us.

We lay in bed in each other’s arms. “I do not know if you want to hear this,” he said shyly, “but I love you.”

“Yes I do want to hear it. I love you too. I want you with me. Will you stay?”

“Yes. I’ll stay. Now kiss me fucker.”

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