9 comments/ 191295 views/ 20 favorites Life of James Ch. 01 By: Wannabe Chick This is my first attempt at writing gay fiction. I have written several transsexual stories which have been published online, but this is my first male-on-male story. Because I like to learn and grow from experience, I appreciate any constructive criticism, positive or negative. Also, I have decided to try including a synopsis for the first time to give the reader a glimpse at what to expect from my story. This way, if you're not interested, you don't have to read the entire thing. Synopsis: This story involves two high school friends, now both in college, who are compelled by circumstances to share a bed after a late-night party. Sexual talk awakens hidden desires in the two boys and they begin to experiment, gradually becoming more and more bold as their passions awaken their homosexual desires... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -1- It was nearly 4:00 AM and I was beginning to feel tired. With a yawn, I glanced around my friend Jason's living room, just to see if anyone was still paying attention to the old movie on TV. My friend Pat was asleep on the couch, breathing evenly. Apparently, he'd been asleep for a while. My friend Ron was asleep on the floor. Well, maybe "asleep" is a poor choice of words. He was passed out, drunk. So was a girl I didn't know. Realizing I was the only one awake in the room, and I had no real reason to be there, I turned off the television and left, flipping the light switch as I did, and shutting the door. The lower floor of Jason's house looked like a disaster zone. People were asleep in every conceivable spot. Empty liquor bottles and other assorted garbage littered the kitchen, including my friend Dan, who was passed out on the floor. Jason, like me, was home for college on spring break and his parents were away on vacation. In their absence, he decided to have a massive blowout, inviting everyone we knew from our high school days and their friends to his house, providing plenty of alcohol and marijuana to go around. But now Jason and his girlfriend were locked away in his room. Dan was asleep. Everyone I knew was either passed out downstairs or had gone home for the evening. There was nothing for me to do, but fall asleep. The only available room in the house was Jason's parents' room. I felt a little awkward sleeping in their bed, but there was no way I was going to sleep on the hardwood floor, surrounded my drunks I didn't even know. Without knocking, or even thinking to knock, I walked into the master bedroom. "Hey James," said a voice from the room, startling me. At first, I was afraid I had walked in on two people going at it, but it was only my friend John, sitting on the corner of the bed, taking off his socks. "Hey John," I replied. "What's up?" "I was just about to go to bed," he replied. "I was hoping I could crash here but it looks like you've already stolen it, so I'll go see if there's a spot of floor available downstairs." "Well..." he said, looking at the bed behind him. "I guess we could share the bed." "That's alright," I said, thinking it was a weird suggestion. "I'm serious," said John. "It's a huge bed so it's not like we'll be on top of each other. Plus it's better than having to sleep on the floor." I had to admit that he was right on both points. The bed was large enough to accommodate both of us comfortably and a shared bed was better than no bed at all. Granted, I would have rather shared it with a hot chick, but I was tired, and not in a mood to complain. I agreed to share the bed as John removed his other sock. -2- I went to the bathroom to take a piss before bed. When I came back, John was wearing only a t-shirt and jeans, watching a late weather report on the television. I took a moment to look at my friend. He was as tall as me, with short brown hair, and green eyes. He was in good shape, with a handsome face, and a body most girls found attractive. I knew this last part based on how many girls he slept with on a regular basis. He attended the same school as Jason and was likewise on his spring break. When he sensed me return, John turned off the television, and put the remote on the night table. We looked at me and I looked at him. We shared a little awkward moment where we both removed our pants, then climbed into bed wearing only our t-shirts and boxer shorts. We turned out the light and settled in to go to sleep. It wasn't long, however, before we began to chat. Maybe we weren't entirely comfortable sleeping together and were attempted to delay it as long as possible, or maybe we just weren't as tired as we thought. We talked for a while about school, and about what we might do afterward, then about girls. John, as usual, was nailing a steady stream while I was content with the occasional fooling around. "So did you and Rachel hook up?" I asked, referring to a female friend of ours. "Jason said you did." "Sort of," he said, chuckling mysteriously. "What do you mean, 'sort of'?" I asked. "Well, you know how Rachel's really tiny?" he asked, and I nodded in response. "The thing is," he continued, "she was a bit TOO tiny." "Oh no..." I said, sensing what was coming. "Unfortunately," he said. "We tried to have sex, but I couldn't get it in her without hurting her, so we had to give up eventually." "It's really that big, huh?" I said. John nodded. By this time, the room was still dark, but there was enough moonlight coming from behind the blinds that we could see. John and I were both on our sides, facing one another, which made it easier to talk. I noticed that, as the conversation had gone on, we had somehow moved closer to one another than when the conversation had began. "It's hot in here," I mentioned. "Yeah," said John. "I'm gonna sleep on top of the blankets." John crawled out from underneath the covers and I did the same. He extended his long legs, stretching them, and then folded his hands on his stomach. My eyes drifted curiously to his boxer shorts. How big could it be? I wondered. Suddenly, I noticed a bulge in his shorts, and my heart skipped a beat. My mouth and eyes widened. I tried to pretend I had seen anything, but John wasn't fooled. "Do you want to see it?" he asked in a very plain voice. I didn't know how to react, so I blurted out the truth: "Sure." John looked at me for a moment, then reached down to his crotch. He unbuttoned the front of his boxers and his fingers slipped in. He hesitated for a moment, breathing nervously, and then pulled out his cock, which had to be at least eight-inches, still limp. I stared at his circumsized penis in awe. It was bigger than I had imagined, nearly as long as my forearm, and very thick. "God..." I breathed. He laughed nervously. "How big is yours?" "Not that big," I said. "Come on," he said. "Let me see." My chest seized up when he suggested it. I was not ashamed of my penis size, but his was so big, it only added embarrassment to the thought. I'd seen other men's dicks before, but in locker rooms or porno movies, not lying in bed with another guy late at night. But, he had shown me his. My boxers didn't have a button or any kind of hole in the front, so I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband, and arched my back, pulling my boxers about half-way down my thighs, and then I lay on my back. My cock, like his, was circumized, but it was only about five inches limp. It got bigger as it got harder, but it wasn't as impressive as his. "It's nice," he said. "You have nothing to worry about." "Thanks," I said. We both lay on our backs for a while, not saying anything, but neither of us made any move to cover ourselves up. A million, unexplainable thoughts were going through my head. I'd never fantasized about being with another guy, but the idea didn't repulse me either. His dick was so big, and so perfectly-shaped, I would have almost called it beautiful. So John and I lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling when not taking peeks at one another, our dicks out in the open. John stirred next to me. Without either of us speaking, I turned my head to look at him, as he moved on to his side, propped up on his elbow. His hand moved cautiously across the bed until it was inches from my hip, then stopped. He looked into my eyes, but I gave him no discernable response. Feeling emboldened, he reached up and put his hand on my stomach, just above my pubic hair. Once again, he tried to gauge my response. His hand moved slowly down my stomach and through my bush. It rested gently on my cock. Once again, he took my lack of response as a good sign, and wrapped his fingers around my shaft, squeezing it slightly. "John," I said quietly, "stop..." He immediately became embarrassed and jerked his hand away. "I was just... I was..." he said. I reached down and grabbed the waistband of my boxer shorts again. I lifted my legs, sliding them down to my ankles, and then kicking them off, where they landed on the floor beside the bed. John smiled and his hand moved back to my cock, this time without the hesitation. He held my dick firmly in his large hand and began to stroke it slowly. -3- As John slowly stroked my cock up and down, it became rock hard on his hand. I knew I should be shocked out our behavior, but it felt so good being jerked off by another person that I didn't resist. He began to jerk more rapidly, testing my limits. My legs stretched involuntarily and my toes curled. I even let out a soft whimper as my male friend gave me the most amazing handjob of my life. His grip tightened and he began to pump rhythmically until beads of sweat appeared on my forehead and I could barely keep quiet. John began to move next to me and pulled his hand away from my cock, much to my disappointment, until I saw what he was doing. John stripped off his boxer shorts and tossed them away, letting his big dick sit in the breeze. Again, I was captivated by it. John moved again, scooting along on the bed, until our bare legs were touching. He put his arm around my shoulder, and I put my arm around his. We both smiled at each other, and simultaneously reached for the other's dick. As my friend's penis became engorged, it became even bigger, and I could barely get my hand around it. I stroked him as hard as he had stroked me until we were synchronized in our efforts. As he brought me closer and closer to orgasm, my hand clenched his shoulder tightly, trying to keep control. Despite what we were doing, I felt embarrassed about ejaculating in front of him, and wondering how he would react. "Do you want to try something else?" I asked, interrupting. John stopped jerking me and I narrowly avoided an orgasm. "What?" he asked. "I wanna try sucking on it," I said, "if you want me to." "OK," he said. "OK." I spent a minute or so trying to get adjusted into a good, comfortable position with easy access to his cock, which was now at its full height, ragingly hard. Finally, I leaned over his thighs with my elbow on the mattress, his legs under my arm, and my legs running almost parallel to his body with my feet near his head. I leaned my head slowly towards his dick, getting my first close-up look at a real human penis. It gave off a strong, musky smell of skin and sweat. Veins, thick and thin, traced up just beneath the skin to the engorged mushroom tip at the end. I looked up at John and he was watching me with a strange mix of anxiety and fascination. He could probably tell I was nervous as well. John's hand came crawling up my thigh and he began to juggle my balls in his palm, encouraging me to proceed. Once again I leaned in, but this time I took his cock in my hand, and pressed it against my cheek. It was surprisingly warm. Still holding it in my hand, I kissed the side of the shaft, feeling the hard muscle beneath. I kissed it again, this time higher than before. As I kissed the tip, John gave a slight moan, and began stroking my cock as he closed his eyes and let the sensation overtake him. Feeling brave, I opened my mouth, and inserted John's cock into my mouth, barely able to comprehend that I was about to give another man a blowjob, and then my lips were around the head. I bathed it in my saliva, running my tongue all over it, encouraging by the sounds of John's heavy breathing. I swallowed as much dick as I could, which wasn't nearly all of it, and covered as much as I could with my spit for lubrication. I pulled the warm muscle from my mouth and began to lick up and down the side of the shaft, trying to get it all wet, occasionally pausing to jerk him off for several seconds at a time. The scent of his manhood filled my nostrils and the blood was pumping through my head, filling me with strange desires and fantasies. Overwhelmed by it all, I moved until I was on my hands and knees, straddling John's legs. I began licking up and down the underside of his cock like a dog, flicking my tongue occasionally where I could tell he was most sensitive. I licked down to his scrotum, where I bathed his sack in my spit as well, even daring to take one of his nuts in my mouth, although I was ever-cautious of applying too much pressure. As I went back to sucking hard on John's dick, I began rubbing my hands up and down his chest, underneath his shirt and down to his hips, which were now thrusting forward to put as much meat in my mouth as possible. I sensed he was coming close to an orgasm, and I didn't want this to be over quite yet. I relented with my mouth and slid up his body, until I was sitting on his upper-thighs, with our cocks aligned. I took both in my hand and began to slowly stroke us together. As I jerked us off with one hand, and continued rubbing the smooth skin around his hip bones with my other hand, I looked up at my friend. He was watching me intensely and obviously enjoying the physical part, but I wondered how he was feeling inside. I dared to crack a smile at him, not a joking smile, or a stupid grin, but just a friendly smile to let him know I was enjoying this, and it was alright for him to enjoy it as well. John smiled back and I felt relieved. I let go of our dicks and leaned forward, placing a hand on each side of his head to support myself. I leaned in close, until our faces were inches apart. "Hi," I said. "Hi," he replied. With both smiled again. I took one last look, closed my eyes, and kissed him. At first, he was unresponsive, but then he began to kiss me back, pressing our lips together tightly. We broke for a second to take a breath, then kissed again. John grabbed me and pulled my body against his. He hugged me tightly as our lips parted slowly and we each allowed the other's tongue inside, exploring curiously. I had kissed girls before, but no woman ever kissed like this. We continued to grind together as we made out. I don't know how long it lasted and I don't care. Eventually, however, the kiss ended. I rolled off John and lay beside him. "That was a new experience..." he said, finally breaking the silence. "It was a first for me too," I told him. "But good?" he asked hesitantly. "Very good," I told him. "I don't believe this was your first time," he said. "You sucked me better than my girlfriend does. There's no way you could get that good without practice." "Honest to God," I told him. "But I'm glad you enjoyed it. Maybe you're as good as me. Or better." "Should I try?" he asked. "If you want to," I replied. "You wanna try sixty-nine?" "Yeah, that sounds cool." I swung my legs around so that John and I were lying beside our another, heads pointing in opposite directions. We were each lying on our side, with the other's cock in front of our faces. His cock had grown slightly limp in the past few minutes, but I was determined to change that. I began sucking on the tip as John hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. "Just imagine what you'd like done to your dick, and do it to mine," I told him, pulling back long enough to speak before going back to work. "Alright..." he said. I felt a warm, wet caress against the tip of my cock as John's tongue slid out and flicked against it. I shuddered in ecstasy as I felt his mouth clothing around my dick and felt the pressure as he began to suck. After my initial system shock wore off, I went back to sucking my friend as he ate every inch of my erect penis with ease. As I sucked, I practiced as well, seeing how much of his huge member I could take into my mouth without gagging. I was nearly up to seven inches as I felt a familiar pressure building up near the top of my dick. John's head continued to pump up and down on my shaft as he sucked it harder and harder, faster and faster. I began licking his balls as he sucked my cock, loving the tickle of his scrotum hairs against my tongue. Finally, I was on the verge of blowing my load. "Wait," I said, "I'm gonna cum." "Me too," he replied with a whisper. "Hang on..." I turned my body once again, until we were laying beside one another. In unison, we put our arms around the other's shoulders and began to jerk ourselves off. I gripped his arm tightly as I neared my climax. Finally, I felt the surge and I could contain it no longer. A huge stream of hot, white cum shot out of my cock, splashing up my shirt, nearly to my neck. I looked at John, but he was on his own world, masturbating furiously as I watched. His hips bucked, his back arched, and he spurted as well, perhaps even more than me. We both laid back, panting heavily, staring at the ceiling, and milking the last drops of semen from our spent orgasms. We lay there silently, still holding one another, neither sure how to react. I was secretly worried the climactic rush would make John think he'd made a mistake. "We'd better get cleaned up," he said. "Yeah," I replied. John climbed out of bed and walked straight towards the bathroom. I watched him walk, admiring his firm ass, figuring he would slam the door and that would be the end of that. But, I received yet another surprise in a night of many surprises. John turned around and realized what I was staring at. "Are you coming or not?" he asked with a mischievous smile. "I just did," I told him. John laughed and I hopped out of bed, practically running towards the bathroom to stand beside him. We both looked ourselves in the mirror, naked from the waist down, cocks hanging proudly in front of us, shirts covered with jizz. "Well, I guess this needs to be washed," said John. I looked over as John removed his t-shirt, revealing a hard chest with just the right amount of hair. He tossed the shirt on the floor and I repeated his move until we were both standing buck-naked in front of the mirror, admiring one another in the light. I even stole another peek at his butt. "What now?" I asked, tossing an arm over his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "We do need to get cleaned up." "Well, how about..." I nodded towards the bathroom shower. "Shall we?" To be continued... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Here is a sample from my next story, "Life of James – Chapter 2"... "As the steam surrounded me and the hot water coursed down my back, I felt John's hands on my shoulders, massaging them. I leaned back, turning my head and closing my eyes, opening my lips slightly for a kiss, which he gave me eagerly. The kiss broke and I leaned forward, bracing myself with my hands against the tiles. John knelt down behind me in the water. I felt each of his large hands grab one of my buttcheeks and knead them gently for a minute or so. Then, he pulled them gently apart, exposing my brown hole. My heart was beating wildly. A blowjob was one thing, but allowing another guy to finger and lick my asshole was something I'd never even conceived of before. I felt a slight pinch as he pressed the tip of his finger against my hole. I held my breath as slowly, almost painfully, he slid his finger into my butt..." Life of James Ch. 02 Synopsis: This story is a follow-up to “Life of James – Chapter 1”, in which two male college friends were forced to share a bed following a late-night party and ended up experimenting with oral sex and sixty-nine. This continuation involving the continued experimentation of James and John as they move into the shower together and begin to experiment with anal play and more . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -4- So far, this had been one of the most enjoyable, and by far the strangest, night of my entire life. My friend Jason had thrown a party and, long after the festivities had died down, I’d needed a bed to sleep in for the night. As it turned out, the only available bed was Jason’s parents’ bed, under the condition that I was willing to share it with my friend John. He agreed. I agreed, and we settled down for a long winter’s nap. That was when the conversation started, beginning on mundane subjects, moving on to sex, until I awkwardly broached the subjects of John’s penis – and how big I’d heard it was. In a moment of bravery, John asked if I wanted to see it, and I agreed. Out came the biggest dick I’d ever seen. Well, you can imagine how it went from there. Talking lead to showing, showing led to touching, touching led to handjobs, handjobs led to blowjobs, blowjobs led to sixty-nine . . . And here we were. After a nervous hour of sexual experimentation, the two of us were in Jason’s parents’ bathroom, stripped completely, waiting for the shower water to warm up. I had my arm around his shoulders and we were smiling together into the mirror, like two friends posing for a picture after graduation, but with our cocks hanging out instead of tassles on our caps. “So you’ve really never done anything like this before?” he asked, still looking at us in the mirror. “Nope,” I said. “Never.” “I don’t believe you,” said John. “You’re too damn good. You must have experience.” “Speak for yourself, man,” I said, chuckling. “Why should I believe you’ve never done this before?” “You’ve got a point,” he said. I reached down and began to stroke John’s cock with my free hand. He hissed a breath as I began to stroke him and soon, he was reaching for my cock as well. We stood together for a minute, practically hugging, as we jerked one another off, hearing the sound of falling water behind us. My mind was still having trouble processing it. An hour and a half ago, I’d be a normal, heterosexual guy who was forced by circumstance to share a bed with his normal, heterosexual friend. Now I was giving my friend a handjob and my biggest concern was how long it would be before his cock was in my mouth instead of my hand. “I’m gonna check the water,” he breathed. “Alright,” I answered, in an equal whisper. John broke away from me and walked towards the shower. He opened the sliding glass door and leaned in to feel the water, testing its warmth. As he bent over, his firm, slightly hairy butt was pointed right at me. I reached out and began to caress it as he leaned over, rubbing my hand up and down his right cheek and then giving it a small squeeze. John stood up and turned to face me. “What’s with you and my ass?” he asked, smiling. “It’s cute,” I said. “Let me feel yours,” he asked, and I nodded, turning around and putting both hands on the rim of the sink, bending slightly. John came and stood behind me. He put his hands on my back and ran his warm fingers down my spine, sending a tingle through my skin, until his hands finally reached my ass. His strong, powerful hands squeezed both of my cheeks, kneading them like dough for a few seconds. It felt wonderful, having rough male hands groping my body. I turned around in John’s arms and closed my eyes, reaching around his waist to fondle his ass as he fondled mine. Our tongues mingled in our mouths as our dicks rubbed together and we squeezed, pulled, and rubbed one another’s buttcheeks. Overwhelmed with gay desire, I pulled him towards me, grinding my cock up and down against his, forcing my tongue deeper into his mouth. I don’t know how long we kissed, but our bodies were soon glistening from the steam filling the bathroom. Our kiss broke and we looked fondly into one another’s eyes. “Let’s get wet,” he said. “You already are,” I said, touching the wet spot of cum in his pubic hair. He chuckled. “Come on. Ladies first.” I gave a look of mock indignation and turned towards the shower. John gave my ass a playful slap and I stepped under the hot stream of water, making room for my new fuck buddy. He stepped in after me and shut the door. The cubicle was warm and filled with hot steam. Before I knew it, John and I were on one another again, kissing, rubbing, and caressing. -5- After a few moments of getting re-acquainted, John and I set about to washing one another clean with soap, rinsing ourselves clean of semen and sweat. We helped one another wash our hair, joking about how girly it was, then reminding one another that having sex with men was girly too. We both laughed. Then I took the bar of soap in my hand and knelt down in front of John, so his eight inch cock was hanging down half a foot from my face. I began to kiss the veiny shaft as I rubbed the bar of soap between my hands, until there was a large build-up of lather. I gave the tip of his dick one last, short suckle and drew my face away. I pressed my lather-covered hands against his scrotum and began rubbing his sack until it was covered with a rich, white lather. He turned around, presenting his butt to me, and I rubbed my hands in concentric circles over the two white, slightly-hairy globes of his ass. The water from the shower rolled down his spine and through his asscrack. Feeling brave, I slid my hand between his cheeks and soaped up the dark crevice. I spread his cheeks and allowed the water to wash away the suds, leaving a clean, brown hole. I rinsed his cock and his balls once he had turned to face me again. Once it was done, John silently took my face in his hands and pulled me to my feet. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a sweet, soft kiss. We smiled at one another and he gave me a tiny bop on the nose with his finger. “Turn around,” he said. “Why?” I asked. “Please?” Unaware of what he had in mind, but unbearable curious, I turned around and placed my palms against the shower wall, half-way between the faucets and the showerhead. As the steam surrounded me and the hot water coursed down my back, I felt John’s hands on my shoulders, massaging them. I leaned back, turning my head and closing my eyes, opening my lips slightly for a kiss, which he gave me eagerly. The kiss broke and I leaned forward, bracing myself with my hands against the tiles. John knelt down behind me in the water. I felt each of his large hands grab one of my buttcheeks and knead them gently for a minute or so. Then, he pulled them gently apart, exposing my brown hole. My heart was beating wildly. A blowjob was one thing, but allowing another guy to finger and lick my asshole was something I’d never even conceived of before. I felt a slight pinch as he pressed the tip of his finger against my hole. I held my breath as slowly, almost painfully, he slid his finger into my butt. It seemed to take forever. His finger crept up through my nether-regions until I felt the lump of his knuckle. The feeling of having something up my ass could only be compared to (I know it sounds gross) moving one’s bowels, only having something go in instead of out. But, like using the toilet when you really have to go, it was a pleasurable, relieving sensation. John pulled his finger out and I panicked momentarily, wondering if everything would stay inside, and I did. After that, I allowed myself to relax as John continued fingering my ass. After a few minutes with one finger, he moved to two fingers, and then finally three. By that point, I could barely control myself. The feeling was so exotic and delightful, yet naughty and dangerous, that I had pressed my cock against the wall and I was rubbing it up and down, moaning as I felt John digging inside me. Just when I thought I would have my second orgasm of the night, John pulled his fingers out. I turned around to face him, leaning my back on the wall, my knees too wobbly to trust. “God . . .” was all I could say. “How was that? You were groaning. I thought I might be hurting you,” he said. “I was groaning alright,” I remarked with a chuckle. “It felt great, though. Thank you.” “Do you want to get out here?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied. John stood up and washed off his fingers. I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself with a towel I found hanging from a rack. John joined me a moment later, shutting off the water, and grabbing a towel of his own. We dried quietly and nonchalantly, like two teammates in a lockeroom, except our cocks were standing at full height and neither could resist frequent peeks. -6- Once we were dry, we returned to the bedroom without bothering to dress. I walked towards the bed first and stopped at the edge. I turned around just as John shoved me back. I landed on the mattress and bounced once before John was suddenly on top of me, straddling my waist, his cock pressing against my stomach. John leaned down and kissed me fiercely. I couldn’t resist, nor would have if I could. Our tongues touched hesitantly, then began to mingle in one another’s mouths as we grew bolder and bolder, and the idea of French-kissing another boy became less taboo and more thrilling. John moved down slightly so our cocks were lined up and we began to grind them together between our bodies. It was John who broke the kiss and, looking deeply into my eyes, asked: “Can I fuck you?” “Like, put it in my butt?” I asked hesitantly. “Yeah,” he answered. “I don’t know . . .” I said. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” John said. “I just want to try it.” “We don’t have condoms,” I pointed out. “Jason has some in his bathroom,” John said. “They’re in his medicine cabinet.” “OK,” I said, and kissed him. “I’ll be right back.” John climbed off me, someone reluctantly, and swung his legs around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I moved into the same position, next to him. He began to rub my back from my shoulders down to my butt and the feeling was comforting and warm. I gave him a kiss then reached down to the ground for my boxers to begin dressing for the trip down the hall. “No,” he said plainly. “No what?” I asked. John put his hand on my thigh as I lifted my leg to dress. I lowered my foot to the floor again. “Do it naked,” he said, now grinning at me like a devil. “Are you crazy?!” I exclaimed, half-convinced he was and half-excited by the dare. “Yes, but that’s beside the point,” John said. “Come on. Everyone is asleep. They’ll never even notice you went in there.” “The things I do to please my man,” I said, rolling my eyes, and John laughed. I stood up and John followed me to the door. I unlocked it slowly, making as little noise as possible, and opened the door a crack to peer into the dark hallway. It was empty and silent. When I listened hard enough, I could hear breathing in the next room, loud and rhythmic like snoring. Mustering up all my courage, I stepped out of the room, into the hallway. Naked from head to toe, I crept down the hallway and into Jason’s bathroom, feeling incredibly nervous and excited. I shut the door quietly and found the condoms in the medicine cabinet. I took out two and sneaked out of the bathroom, then practically ran down the hall. The door was closed and I momentarily feared John had locked me out in some sick prank, but the knob turned easily, and I stepped back into our little love nest. “Got ‘em?” he asked. “Got ‘em,” I said, holding the condoms up. “Excellent,” he said. “Now come here . . .” John was laying on his side in bed. I locked the door and dove into the bed next to him. We kissed, pressing our bodies together, our limbs becoming entangled as we groped one another, feeling for each unexplored inch of skin. -7- “Ready?” John asked me, whispering in my ear. “Yeah,” I told him. “Lie on your back,” he said. I obeyed my lover’s command, turning on my back and scooting to the center of the bed. I watched as John took one of the condom’s from its package and quickly put it in place over his dick. I rubbed his thigh as he did, eagerly anticipating feeling his beautiful cock inside my hungry ass. He walked on his knees towards my butt as I lifted my legs into the air, grabbing the backs of my knees. John didn’t begin fucking me right away, however. First, he wanted to loosen me up a bit more. John knelt down on his hands and knees like he was performing Islamic prayers with my widened asshole as his Mecca. I felt something warm, slippery, and rough tease the rim of my anus and it took me a moment to realize what it was. John’s tongue traced my rim several times and the feeling was even closer to heaven than the blowjobs or the fingering. He tickled me in all the right places and my cock surged and my balls throbbed. It took all my will-power not to grab it, because I knew one pull would empty the contents all over my stomach. The glorious rimjob continued for several minutes until John was finally ready. He rose to his knees and moved into position. Leaning my head forward and craning my neck, I could see him take his cock in hand and guide it towards my waiting hole. I felt the tip touch and sighed, then leaned my head back on to the pillow. “Do it,” I told him. “Let me know if it hurts,” he said. “I will.” Even with my asshole loosened slightly from earlier, I was still completely unprepared to take such a fat dick in my butt. The pain was excruciating as the inches burrowed deeper and deeper. Tears filled my eyes and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Finally, it was all inside. John grabbed my ankles to keep my legs in the air, so I tucked my hands behind the back of my head. I breathed evenly and the pain soon subsided. John began to move away from me, pulling his cock half-out before pushing it slowly back in until I felt his sack bump against the bottoms of my buttcheeks. Although it was much bigger than his fingers, the shape fit well, and my ass was eager to accommodate. Sensing all was well, John began to increase the pace. He would pull out until his cock was almost out, then bury it once again. He held my ankles tightly as he fucked my virgin ass. I could only close my eyes and moan, trying to widen my legs even farther to make my room. I felt as if my entire body were being filled and my mind raced with wild desires. I closed my eyes and imagined myself in the center of a group of naked men rubbing myself and one another as John pounded my ass. As for John himself, his eyes were closed and a grimace of exertion was plain on his face. His body was glistening with sweat in the moonlight as he rode me like a true cowboy, grunting and groaning, pushing and pulling, stuffing each hot inch deep into me over and over again. After nearly half an hour of hard fucking, I told him to stop. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I want to try something,” I told him. “What?” he asked. “Here . . .” I instructed John to lie on his back, which he did. I changed his condom and his dick stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling. I stood up with my ankles on either side of his hips. I slowly squatted down, repositioning myself slightly until I felt myself being slowly impaled by his huge dick. This time, it went smoothly into my ass. John grabbed the sides of my ass as I bounced up and down, grabbing his shins to support myself as my butt went up and down, riding his shaft John simply lay back, allowing me to do all the work, which I was glad to do. I grunted and panted heavily as I rode his cock. I began to feel him squirming underneath me and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he erupted. Even I was beginning to weaken. Deciding not to fight any longer, I grabbed my cock and began furiously jerking off. John gave a loud groan as he blew his load deep in my ass. I fell back, almost landing on him, but managing to land beside him instead. I grabbed my cock and masturbated as hard as I could until I shot a thick stream of semen all over my chest and stomach. I looked at John and saw a large bulb at the end of his dick where the condom’s reservoir had filled with cum. He took it off and dropped it on the floor, allowing it to trickle down his shaft. For long minutes, we lay silently by one another, our jizz cooling. “I have something to tell you, James,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “What?” I asked. “I think I’m in love with you,” was his response. I turned to look at him. “You’re not in love with me, John. We had a good time. Let’s not complicate it.” “OK,” he said. “Can we go to sleep now?” he asked. I laughed and nodded, saying we could definitely do that. Without bothering to wash off the cum or get dressed, John and I fell asleep in one another’s arms. The next morning, we woke up and got dressed. We ate breakfast and went our separate ways. I still see John from time to time. We’ve never talked about our encounter together, leaving the sentiments we felt and the things we shared unspoken and unexpressed, save for the occasional twinkle when we look at one another. But tomorrow night, Jason is having another part. John will be there and so will I. So who knows what could happen?