- Blue Trojans -- Zach tops
The rest of the morning passed in a glow of sexy pleasure as I walked around campus keeping my cock in check. It occurred to me that I needed a plan, that what I wanted wasn't going to happen by itself. I walked down to the lake to think and saw two squirrels chasing each other around the trunk of a tree. One of them stopped and the other jumped on top and started humping. I couldn't tell the difference between male and female, but did it matter? That's what I wanted from Tom. I went back to our room to see if he'd come back from class and found my valentine.
The door slammed shut behind me, and Tom grabbed me in a tight headlock and muttered "Take that, you big time cum shooter." I struggled but not too hard. I liked him holding me.
I pretended to be angry, "What the hell are you doing?" I asked as he held me tight to his chest. I liked the smell coming from his arm pit and didn't really want him to let me go.
He didn't answer, but forced my jaw open and stuffed his funky briefs into my mouth. "Chew on that, smartass. What'chou doin' pokin' through my stuff? Think I couldn't tell you were watchin' my porn? This is the price you pay for soakin' my undies in your cum," and he laughed.
I broke free from his headlock, and mumbled with the briefs still in my mouth, their aroma intoxicating, pure Tom funk. "I'm gonna keep these," I said.
"What was that, big boy?"
"I said I'm gonna keep these, and I am," holding them behind my back. Sing song, "I'm gonna keep em, I'm gonna keep em." We were two seven year olds at recess.
"No way, I'm bigger than you are," and he grabbed me again and wrestled me to my bed. He was stronger than I was and I didn't resist. Any physical contact with his gorgeous body was a turn on, my kind of heaven. We landed with him on top of me, not by accident.
I grabbed his head in both hands, looked him hard in the eye and said, "You wanna fuck me now?" He went serious and limp, fell beside me on the bed and studied the ceiling. "So what do you say?"
A long pause, then "Maybe."
I flashed with anger. "Man you are one frustrating bastard. Why'd you leave me that valentine?"
"Just for fun. I know you like my cum -- and I like yours."
"Liar. Tell me about your father and his cheesy cock -- ever send him a valentine?"
I felt his pelvis tense next to me. For a moment I regretted what I said, but then I thought, `No, he's gotta come clean or I'm gonna -- I don't know what, but I can't stand this.'
"Yeah, I sent him a valentine -- once. I heard some kid at school say rubbers were sexy, so I bought him some at the drug store." His voice got more remote. "I had to ask Mr. Wilson for them and he said, Did your father send you?' I nodded. Did he give you a note?' I shook my head. `Well, OK, but you tell him jus' this once. Huh, no note. How many you want?'
`I don't know, how do they come?'
Watch your tongue boy. Nobody talks dirty in my store.' I didn't know what he meant. Six in a pack. A buck fifty, for six. Usually fifty cents apiece.'
He didn't say how many. I guess I'll take a pack.' He got em out from a drawer, the package said Trojans. It was bright blue and shiny and slick.
You know what to do with em?' I nodded yes, but I didn't and it felt wrong to have them so I paid him, slipped them in my pocket and ran home. Next day we were alone -- me and Pa -- and I figured I sorta knew what he wanted, so I gave him the rubbers. He looked at them with a sneer. `Boy where'd you get these.'
`Mr. Wilson.'
You wasted your money, boy. You're gonna take em back, cause in this family we don't need no rubbers, we're all clean, real clean, and close. Now I'm gonna show you about good clean loving.' Tom paused for a long time.
"I didn't know what he meant, but I was scared." Another pause.
"Then what?"
"I can't -- I don't want to tell you the rest."
I felt I had to urge him, get him to tell me, everything hinged on it, "You were just a kid. You're a man now so trust me. Remember? I said I want you to fuck me, but we could switch places, I mean if that's what you want. I could do that, I could be the top if you want, and you could be the bottom." I said it without thinking, without thinking about what I was offering, what I was committing to. I didn't know how he'd respond. Had I screwed things up?
Tom looked at me, "You mean that?" I nodded, beginning to realize what I was promising.
At last he said,"OK," and he breathed out as if some big load had been lifted from him.
"Which one you want?" Without a word he came back to being Tom, grabbed me suddenly like an animal, bent me over his lap, pulled my cheeks apart, knocked the wind out of me. Whoa -- I was gonna ream him. Was I getting what I wanted?
Then he spit in my hole, pressed against it with a knuckle and spread me wide open. I was so shocked, I held my breath, then he spit on one fingered and pushed it through my hole. I clutched.
"Relax boy, relax, let go my finger. This is gonna feel so good -- for both of us." He sounded different again, not like Tom, and I didn't know what he meant, but his finger felt good, so I let go, I couldn't help myself, I mean, did he love me or what? Then a second finger, then a third, and each one made me feel better.
Then he stopped stroking and his voice got strange again and he pulled out his fingers.
"Then Pa lifted me up, turned me around and sat me on his thighs. I saw his cock for the first time right in front of mine and it had a drop of something on the tip. Suddenly I knew what he wanted to do and I panicked. No Pa, let me go. Don't, I'm scared. That's my shit hole!' He looked dark, and scarier. Shut up boy. No man in this family talks like that, no sir. This is what men do and you're gonna learn it and you're gonna like it -- without rubbers cause in this family we're clean.' He lifted me up, set me over his cock, and lowered me so he pushed his crown hard against my hole. I clutched. Relax, boy, open up. Pa wants to make love to you. And lovin' feels good.' He pushed in. You want to love your pa, don't you?'
"I couldn't talk but I nodded -- I did love him -- and he pushed all the way in. It hurt so bad I wanted to scream but I knew that wasn't OK so I bit my lip. He started to fuck me, in and out, I tried to let go, he fucked a little faster, my hole relaxed and he grunted, `Good boy, you're gonna be a good fuck, I'm gonna teach you --now ride me,' so I rode him till his balls slapped hard against my cheeks. It felt so good and got better till he hit something in me that sent shivers through my legs and up my spine.
And then he gasped and said, I'm gonna cum, boy, I'm gonna shoot inside you and you're gonna squeeze my cock so I'll cum harder.' He gasped again, You got that?' I nodded and he bucked me, fucked me fast and hard until his eyes went wide and then he squinted and bridged, Squeeze boy' and stiffened under me and shot loads of hot stuff into my hole. He made a low growling sound, and went soft in me and under me. He left me hanging, didn't touch my little cock -- I was a lot smaller then, and I cried. No tears boy. Just tell me how much you liked me fucking you -- that's what it's called, fucking. Learn all the words, boy, and the actions. That's what our men do soon as we're old enough. We fuck, we fuck hard and often whoever we can wherever we can, anyone who's clean. No rubbers, they just spoil the feeling. Remember that boy, no rubbers. Now get off me.'
My legs trembled as I got off, my small cock hard and bouncing. Feel me, Pa, I can do a dry cum. My hole hurts. Feel me.' He stopped at the door and turned. You some kind of queer faggot? Never ask that again and never tell anyone about our times together. Keep it in the family. People won't understand and you'll make me ashamed. Got that?' I nodded. `Don't you dare shame me.' He left me hanging and walked out. I could taste the blood from where I bit my lip."
There was a long pause.
"What did you do?"
"I tried to pump a dry cum but it was no good. I wanted him in me, hurt and all. And I wanted to cry, I don't know why, like feeling stopped up or -- maybe it was the dry cum."
Long pause. "Jesus," my mind was racing. What do I say, what do I do?
"You're embarrassed. I knew it, I shouldn't of told you. I never told anyone before. I remember everything, everything he said, the hurt, the high and how he just left me hanging there. I swore I'd never let that happen again even though I knew swearing was wrong."
I didn't know what to say, but I saw that his cock was getting hard. Then I blurted out, "You wanna ride me now?"
He seemed to collapse in despair. "Oh man, that ain't what this is about. You missed the point."
I struggled to recoup. "Maybe yes, maybe no. Can you see how hard your cock is now -- you're turned on by your own story. You loved your pa and he loved you, in his way." I ran my right hand up his thigh and began to knead his muscles. "See how tense you are? Your muscles are like steel cables." I kneaded some more and felt his thighs relax. "I can play you like a guitar, make you sing," and I moved my left hand into his crotch. He was hot, just the way I thought. I began to stroke him through his fresh whities. "You were just a kid. It's OK."
"No, wait man -- oouh -- I don't know -- "
"I do. It'll be OK." Long silence. I continued to play with his bundle. The heat and the hardness grew.
Then sudddenly, "Goddam, do you know how to fuck me?"
"Sure." I lied, but I understood his anger. What if I couldn't be top? I kept digging deep into his thighs with the heel of my palm while I kept stroking. "Do I feel like a beginner?"
"No, I guess not. Oh, shit, I want it, do it." Consent. No need for talk now.
I threw my leg over his belly, straddled him and lay down on his chest so our bodies meshed. His breath was shallow and quick. I couldn't tell if he was eager or terrified. I kissed him softly on the lips and I had my answer. Whatever stood between us melted away in that gentle touch, like the past fading if even for a just a moment. We were two fresh virile young men in love, if only for now, and I knew I could make love to this gorgeous and damaged man. Something I'd never done before.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth and invited his tongue to join me. He did and our first gentle exploration moved quickly to a tongue wrestle and I knew Tom was back from the past. He was under me and with me. Confidence surged through me -- I was the top, Tom was the bottom, and that's the way we wanted it right then. All the maybes were gone. Now to make it perfect.
I took my tongue from his moist hot cave and rose on my elbows so I could look into his eyes. My cock was hard and the head pushed into his bush. I felt his cock hot against my chest. Our eyes locked for a long moment.
"Maybe we love each other," I said.
"Maybe we do. Now come on, I want you in me." I was overwhelmed with desire for this beautiful man, a fierce yet tender desire. I would do anything he wanted for as long as he wanted it. All my sense of me was gone and my cock was just for him. Everything I had was just for him.
I kissed my way to his right nipple, inviting me, dark as a raspberry on his chest. I swirled my tongue around it and felt the little bumps swell from the aureol around the tit, it swelled, I sucked, he bucked a little, I moved to the left nipple, it swelled, he bucked a little more, then I licked down his firm abs, combing the fine hairs with my tongue into a trail that led to his briefs. He raised his hips and I pulled them down and off. His cock was hard and hot. I took it pulsing into my mouth and in one fast move sucked him in till his crown hit the back of my throat and his balls drew close to his shaft. His smell was sweaty and funky but fresh and filled my nose with the memory of his valentine. It set my brain on fire. My mouth flowed with saliva that ran down his cock as I pulled out. I would have plunged back in, but there was more serious business ahead. This was not a blowjob. This was a first-time fuck. Tom was breathing deeply and steadily. His chest rose and fell, I slipped past his balls, kissed my way across the sensitive skin between his balls and his hole. His breathing quickened. I was buried between his thighs, they shivered on my cheeks as I kissed.
"I'm gonna turn over. I want it doggie style," he said. "I want you deep." I wanted him deep too. He turned, and I straddled his thighs, caressed the arch of his back massaging down his spine to spread his cheeks. He flexed and I kneaded each cheek, half envious, half tender straddling such a beautiful ass, perfectly rounded, perfectly muscled, perfectly male. I kissed both cheeks again and then I nipped them so he bucked a little with surprise.
"Yeah, bite me again then eat me." I bit him harder this time, then tongued down his crack to the dark rose pucker that waited for me. Tom flexed it, inviting me in. Watching his dark pink flesh open and close, soft, moist, waiting to kiss my cock -- made me harder. I burrowed into his crack and sent my tongue into him. He moaned and I tongued, sucking his inner taste into my mouth, up my nose, into my brain. He moaned again. I spit on one knuckle and pushed it into his hole, reaming him gently so he'd relax and open wide to me. "Yeah, now fingers and I'm gonna fight you so you gotta make me let you in."
His bravado was back, "Buddy, if you're a stud, prove you can make me."
That was all I needed. I'd give it to him hard and deep. I started chanting `Hard and deep, hard and deep.' I slipped one finger into his rose and the petals grabbed me. I slipped in two more and he began flexing in time with my chant. His deep body scent rose in waves to my nose and spurred me to poke for his prostate and give him a finger fucking so deep so intense that he'd never forget this first time.
"Oh, that's good, man, that's good." His voice was low and husky. "Now come inside and hit that same spot with your snake, hit me hard, and bite my ass."
"Whatever you want, Tommy, I'm your man." My cock was already flowing with precum so I didn't need any lube and I didn't need any more invitation. I moved up his legs so the head of my snake met his flower, he opened and I plunged in, up to the hilt in one big thrust.
"Arggh, goddam man, easy, it's my first."
"Liar, you wanted it deep, you got it deep. Here we go," and I started a slow rhythmic thrust searching for the spot on his prostate to make him writhe with pleasure and lust. He started rotating his hips. He was trying to help me find it, and after five, six, seven thrusts together we did.
"Oh, oh, oh that's it -- don't stop -- oh, oh -- it's coming, I'm gonna cum. Faster, man, faster," he slapped my butt, one cheek then the other, and I plunged forward pushing my speed and trying to ignore the rumbles in my gut, the fire in my thighs that told me I was close too. I kept thrusting, he kept trying to control, to make the pleasure last. He wanted more, I wanted more. But it was no use. We were both helpless as the spasms started in unison deep down.
I whispered in his ear as I nipped his lobe, "Just go with it man. I'm right behind you and we're gonna cum together,"
I could feel his balls tighten against his shaft, mine did the same. He cried out, "Ha, ha, fuck me, fuck me," I fucked him harder, shoving my snake head into his prostate till his first spasm rose up his cock. The pulse in his cock pushed me over the top. I came with him in one fierce spasm, then two, then three, four, mine matching each of his. "Whoee, hot juice in my ass, cum hot up my cock -- I can hardly stand it." He spurted. Then, "My god, there's more coming." Two more spasms and I felt his body buck under me as he clamped his hole around my cock and I felt more coming too. My balls burned but I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. Then my cock swelled and my whole body went crazy, lights flashing on and off till I spewed my last cum into him. I hot hurt like hell but it was so good. Then we both collapsed, spent. "Oh, Tom Tommie Tom, what a great fuck you are, I've got no words for how you sent me into the fire."
For a long moment I stayed in his hot hole, swimming in my own cum, catching my breath, smelling our sexy man scent. Loving him in the glow of all my senses firing.
I pulled out of him, my cock dripping cum on the bed. He rolled under me as I straddled him again. "Don't go, man. I'm cold. Don't leave me."
"I won't. I can keep you warm." His cock was still hard and shiny with cum that leaked out of his slit. Sweat ran down my chest and landed on his cock, running down his shaft, mixing our juices. I took him in my mouth and sucked him clean, then kissed him and blessed him with his own cum. He licked his lips and hummed with pleasure. "That makes me warm again. Look, you're leaking out of my ass. Get me some so can I taste you, so I can taste us."
I scooted down his thighs so my tongue was at his ass, my cock flopping. I kissed his pucker and sucked out my own juice, mixed with his, moved back up and planted another cummy kiss on his lips. He sucked me in and I started to swell. I felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he tongued me. I wrapped my hand around his warm cock, a little soft from all that cumming, and stroked slowly.
"You're getting hard again, Tommy Tom. Want another go?" I knew I did.
He smiled that cocky smile of his "Maybe in another twenty, but I can't promise much juice." I slid my other hand down his chest through my own cum drying on his fine lack hairs, put my index finger on his pucker. "Want a place holder?"
"Yeah, that'll keep me in shape, maybe give me a dry cum." He laughed as I slipped my finger into his hole, settled at his side, and stroked his prostate slowly, lightly. He hummed.
We lay that way finger fucking for an hour or so till he came in two translucent drops and we fell asleep. Later I felt him massaging my cock. He made me hard.
"Fuck me again," he said, and I fucked him again, this time face to face so we could kiss. Neither of us could spurt, not even a dry cum, but that didn't matter. At that point nothing mattered except Tommy and me cuddling like spoons.