3 comments/ 30524 views/ 3 favorites I was Putty in His Hands By: VeryDirtyMind This is a story involving two men, one mostly dominant and the other submissive. Please look at the story tags at the end should you desire more information on the story content. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO The year was 1978, and I was a skinny 18 year old who was insecure and uncertain about myself. To say I was easily impressionable would be an understatement, and when I fell for somebody, either male or female, I fell of them and fell hard. Since I was neither confident, good looking or very well off, it was rare when anyone would give me a second look, and since I lacked the testicular fortitude to make my feelings known to the one I was madly in love with, you can imagine what my love life was like. Then came Tom. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was hooked. I saw him in the gym, lifting weights while reclining on a bench, and even though I was a bony kid who packed only about 135 pounds on an close to 6' frame, I started to hang around that part of the gym whenever I would see him there. I looked as out-of place as you could imagine. Still, I fiddled around with some of the weights, even though my eyes were on the prize, the prize being Tom. He looked to be a little shorter than me, but he was all muscle, especially his upper torso. His biceps were, without exaggeration, as big as my thighs, and when he would get really pumped up, with veins bulging and tendons rippling, it was a sight to see. I thought it was weird that I would get infatuated by somebody like this, because I had never been drawn to anybody like that before. Maybe it was because Tom, like me, seemed very shy and kept to himself. He never looked at anyone while he worked out, and just kept lifting weights and doing stuff with the various machines. Actually, that's not quite true. He did look at one person. Himself. He was fond of watching himself in the mirror, checking out his body while he lifted absurd amounts of weights with relatively little strain. I couldn't blame him, and often cringed when I saw my own reflection in the mirror. The mirror was what led me to meeting Tom, and it was because he caught me staring at him. My eyes were fixed on his bulging biceps, as they often were, but I happened to glance up and saw him watching me watching him. A little grin formed at the corners of his mouth, and I read the look he gave me as contempt. I tried to keep my distance for the rest of the day, and the next day I vowed to make sure I wasn't so obvious, but I was startled when a voice came up from behind me. "Hey," said the voice, which I had never heard but sounded just like the body it came from. "I need a spot." I knew little about weightlifting, but knew enough that what my hero was asking was for me to stand over him behind the slanted bench and be ready to grab the bar in case he needed help for some reason, like losing a grip in the bar. "I can't - too much weight," I mumbled, trying to explain that I couldn't be of much help, given the amount of iron on the bar, but he acted like he didn't hear me and waited for me to follow him. "What's your name?" he asked as he looked me over. "Eric," I squeaked, and when he extended his hand and told me his name was Tom, like a fool I extended mine. He didn't break any bones in my hand, but I could tell he enjoyed my discomfort. When he let me go I tried to tell him that I could never lift that much weight off his neck if it ever fell on him, but she shook his head. "Ever hear about people who lift cars off kids? About people doing inhuman things when they had to?" "Yeah, but..." "Well, that's what you'll do too if you have too," Tom said matter-of-factly, and after he put rosin on his hands and got onto the bench, he continued. "After all, if I broke my neck, who else in here would you have left to stare at?" "You'll get a better look from here anyway," Tom concluded with a knowing grin as my face probably turned crimson, but still I stood behind him as he lifted the bar off the brackets. He was right. I was able to get a better look, and while he started lifting I got interrogated. Yes, I was a freshman, 18, and lived with my folks because the college was only about 2 miles from home. In return I learned that Tom was a junior and 3 years my senior, and as he finished his brief biography all of sudden the bar started shaking and his eyes bulged. "Losing it," he gasped, looking for me for help, and I grabbed at the bar and pulled up with all my might. It was a titanic struggle, but after a few seconds I could tell my the look on Tom's face that he was only kidding and had still been in control. Effortlessly, he jerked the bar up and put it back in place before rolling off the bench to put more weights on the bar. "Just testing you. Wanted to see whether you would piss your pants or run," he informed me, and while I hadn't done either, I did lose the hard on that I had gotten from staring at Tom from above. The hard on returned as Tom went back to lifting, and I had to press it down between my legs so it wasn't obvious. Toward the end of the workout, I had figured out that Tom was not only tolerating my staring at him, he was enjoying it, feeding off of it. It wasn't boring, just standing there watching. I could stare at Tom's shoulders and arms all day, enjoying the rippling of the muscles and the animal-like grunts he would let out. Being up-close, I got to see the little wisps of hair that grew deep in the hollows of his armpits. From a distance, I had thought he must shave his body hair, maybe for body building or something. The few hairs were a light red, so light it was almost invisible, and as I watched trickles of sweat roll down his sides I was tempted to towel him off. My eyes went down to Tom's baggy shorts, and I let my imagination wander at what wonders they held, and just then Tom announced that the workout was over. "Let's hit the showers," Tom said, and a shiver went down my spine. I usually avoided the showers because they were so public. Not that being naked in front of guys bothered me, but seeing other guys naked would often give me an erection, and that doesn't usually go over too well. Now, the prospect of taking a shower with Tom was giving me mixed feelings, and I was tempted to go into a toilet stall and jerk off first so I didn't have to worry about that. As it turned out, I didn't have to worry. I ran in the the shower room, made sure the temperature of the water would be cool enough to made an erection tough to happen, and stood under the spray for a while. A shower wasn't really necessary because I hadn't even worked up a sweat, but I stood there and waited for Tom to come in. After a couple minutes I stepped out and dried off a little before going to my locker. Tom was down there in that direction and was putting on sweat pants, having just dropped his shorts, and I got a nice view of his muscular butt but missed seeing anything else. "Get dressed and you can come to my place and give me a rubdown," Tom informed me. "You ever do that?" "No," I said and I got dressed in a hurry, not only because the idea excited me but before Tom was staring at me. My body was nothing much to look at, but Tom seemed interested on one particular part of me, and I needed to get my boxer shorts on fast because his attention was getting me rather excited. While I wasn't blessed physically in very many ways, I do have a big cock. Big as in long, that is. It's slender, embarrassingly so, and in my eyes it resembles one of those foot-longs you get at a ballpark. I'm used to having guys do double takes (along with an occasional snicker I must admit) when they see my dick flopping around, but if I had my druthers I'd trade half the length for a doubling of the girth. Tom didn't snicker, and that made me happy. It also made me wonder if he was gay, instead of being just a shameless narcissist. Was he looking at me as a potential lover, or just in the market for a fawning personal assistant? As for me, I didn't much care which. He was gorgeous. I was young, immature and plenty shallow myself. Considering that I was far from being a prize package myself, I didn't really have the right to be that way, but that was the truth. As the saying goes, I was young, dumb and full of cum. After I got dressed Tom led me out of the locker room and down the street toward what was known as the student ghetto of the town. It was a less than charming but very accurate description of the area, and as we walked Tom answered a lot of my questions on the way. "You should get a haircut," Tom informed me, and he was probably right. I wore it long in the fashion of the times, and it could have used a little work, but there was no way I would get it cut short like Tom's was, which was close to a crew cut. "You are queer, right?" Tom asked after I mumbled agreement about my hair styling, and his bluntness put me back on my heels. I mumbled my standard response, which was that I was sort of playing the field, which consisted of both teams, although I had very little luck with either gender. "You ever suck cock?" Tom asked, clearly annoyed at my response, and when I mumbled that I had, he concluded, "Then you're queer." "Um - er - um," I said on the way to asking him if he was homosexual. "Some stuff I do and some stuff I don't do," Tom said as he ushered me up some rickety stairs that led to his apartment. "You'll learn." Tom's apartment was a studio that was very sparsely furnished. A little kitchen table with two chairs, a ratty looking couch, a TV with a coat hanger as an antenna, and a bed. "Get undressed," Tom said before ducking into the bathroom. This was hardly the romantic moment I had imagined, but I obediently took my clothes off, except for my boxer shorts. When Tom emerged from the bathroom he told me to take my underwear off while throwing a tube of lotion at me, but I barely heard him because I was staring at him. Tom was naked, and while his physique was amazing, what caught my attention was his dick. I was expecting something magnificent, along the lines of the rest of him, so as he walked over to the bed and fell down on his stomach I did my best to keep a shocked expression off my face. All I could think of was the statue "David" by Michelangelo, only compared to Tom, David was well hung. I told myself that it probably looked small because the rest of him was so massive, and while that might have been part of it, the simple fact was that Tom had a small penis. This did not bother me, and to be honest it kind of turned me on. For one thing, his dick looked beautiful regardless of the size, at least in the brief time I had seen it before he got onto his stomach. He was circumcised, I had noticed, and he had a tiny tuft of red hair above his dick which was cute too. I took my boxers down and walked over to the bed, with Tom's eyes following my swinging dick doing the metronome thing, and when I got to the side of the bed Tom told me to put some lotion on my dick. "Grease it up good," Tom said as I fumbled with the cap of the tube of lotion. "You got a real big one. How long is it hard?" "Uh, I dunno," I replied. "Bullshit," Tom said. "That's it, Pull on it. Damn. Never had one that big before. Skin it back. That's it. Don't cum, just get it up." Despite the awkwardness of the moment, I had no problem getting hard simply because I was looking at Tom's naked backside. A backside that I was about to massage, starting from the feet and working upward, according to Tom's instructions. "Harder," Tom said as I rubbed his feet on my way to his ankles. "Dig in hard. I need to feel it." I dug my fingers into Tom's flesh as best I could, but it was like massaging a statue. Rock hard with very little give, and after I got up past Tom's calves he told me to get on the bed and straddle him. My dick was bouncing like a diving board as I climbed onto the foot of the bed, and as I dug into the backs of Tom's thighs I felt the light down that grew on the backs of them. It struck me how little body hair Tom had, and that was something I liked, never being very fond of the overly generous amount I had ended up with that made me feel like a Sasquatch. I felt a bit embarrassed when my hairy legs rubbed against Tom's smooth ones, but if it bothered Tom he didn't show it. Now my hands were up to his ass and since they were now dry I reached for the lotion. "You like my ass?" Tom said. "Yes," I assured him, and before the long string of pre-cum dangling from my dick ended up landing on him I swiped at it with the back of my hand. "You don't talk much, do you?" "Kinda nervous," I admitted. "I know. You're doing good though, Eric," Tom said, sighing when my greased hands dug into his butt, which had a little give to it. "You open-minded?" "About what?" I asked. "Things," Tom said generically. "I guess." "Good," Tom said. "Some of the stuff I'm going to have you doing might be new to you." I waited for Tom to continue talking, to maybe tell me that if he suggested something that I found objectionable, I should just say so, but Tom didn't say that and never would. The implication was clear. Whatever he wanted me to do, I was going to do. "Put a finger in my ass," Tom said as I pondered what he was going to have me do, and because I had done very little in my 18 years so far, his prediction about things being new to me would probably be right. I had done this before, so putting my finger between his firm buttocks was nothing knew. My digit pushed into the snug ring, and as I moved it in as far as I could Tom groaned at told me to put another one in. "Like that?" Tom asked, and I admitted that I did. His ass was warm and tight and I had a perfect view. What was not to like? I did this for about a minute or so before Tom told me to go back to massaging him externally, so up I went to the small of his back, and when I got to the part I was looking forward to, his broad back and shoulders, I was faced with a dilemma because while my cock was so hard it was practically pinned to my stomach, my balls were about to start rubbing his ass. "Your cock still hard?" Tom asked, and when I told him it was he asked again how long it was. "And don't give me that you don't know bullshit either." "I don't, not really," I protested, not mentioning that a kid measured it one time and he said it was almost 11", but he was pushing the ruler into me. "Ten inches seems about right to me," Tom said, probably guessing accurately. "Bet you'd like to check my oil with that dipstick, wouldn't you?" "What?" I asked, confused about his jargon. "I said I bet you were thinking that you wished your cock was doing what your fingers were a minute ago," Tom said. "Anybody ever able to take all of you?" "Huh? No. I mean, I never did that," I said, and that was the truth. I knew about what he was talking about but had never done it, a tribute to my lack of experience. "Well, if you treat me right maybe you'll get the chance later," Tom said. "Now really work my shoulders because they ache." I slid up, my balls running along the crack of Tom's ass, and as my aching hands dug into Tom's chiseled shoulders and neck I though about what he said he might let me do. It sounded exciting but I didn't have the slightest idea about how to do it, a commentary about my inexperience and ignorance at the time. Tom's neck. As my fingers worked along the back of his neck I tried to figure out what size shirt collar he wore. I wore a 14 1/2" neck, and tried to figure out if they even made shirts to fit a neck like Tom's, which was bull like. As for his arms, which I kneaded passionately, while his sleeve length might not be overly long, they had better be baggy sleeves. It wasn't very hard to fantasize about Tom flexing his arms and having his shirt sleeves tear open, like The Incredible Hulk or something, and I was certain that if he wanted to, he could put me in a bear hug that could kill me. "Okay Eric," Tom said. "Get up so I can roll over. From the feet up again." I climbed off the bed and fiddled with the lotion while going to the end of the bed, and after Tom rolled onto his back he lay there looking magnificent, with his hands linked behind his neck while he waited for me to make his front side glisten like his back had. As I massaged Tom's feet, I was aware of his looking at me. I couldn't help noticing that Tom's penis was no longer little and limp. It was hard and arching back onto his little nest of pubic hair, and while it was now erect it was still small. I had thought that Tom might have been a grower, one of those guys who gets a whole lot bigger when hard, but that wasn't the case with Tom. I tried not to look at it, because as I massaged Tom's ankles I knew that I would be up close and personal with it soon enough, but I did take peeks in that direction. Tom's balls were big, that much was for sure, and the size of that meaty pouch made his dick seem even smaller. I had never been much on size anyway, and for whatever reason, I found his small cock very erotic looking. It looked out of place, both because of his Adonis-like physique and because he was a 21 year old man with a penis that might have been 4" long at best, and no thicker than my own needle dick. Tom seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but that wasn't my nature. Besides, he looked beautiful to me in every way, and I also loved the way he made no effort to hide or apologize for the way he was, and that was something I would have loved to have been able to do. So my hands went up the fronts of Tom's calves, the down on the insides of his bulging calves soft and sexy to the touch, and when I got up to his massive thighs I climbed back up on the bed without being asked, something that Tom seemed to appreciate. "Your hands getting tired, Eric?" Tom asked, and I lied and said no. "You're doing great, as you can tell," Tom said, nodding down at his dick, with sported a bead of pre-cum on the tip of the gumdrop head. "Massage everything but my cock. Don't touch that yet." I nodded and after filling my palm with lotion I ran my hands up Tom's upper things and past his cock, and after A couple more passes Tom told me to massage his balls. "Don't be gentle," Tom said. "Work my nuts over good." "Don't want to hurt you," I said as the golf-ball sized balls rolled in my palm. "You won't. Hard." Tom's legs were spreading apart, which had the dual effect of making it easier to play with his balls but also having me almost doing a split to stay straddled over his thighs. I wondered if it was possible to pull a hamstring like this, and hoped that I wouldn't cramp up in this awkward position. My right hand kept squeezing Tom's scrotum while my left hand spun in the area around his cock without touching, and he kept telling me to play with his nuts harder. Sweat was pouring off of Tom and he was turning beet red as my hand practically yanked his balls off his body, when suddenly he let out a bellow. His dick sprang upright and then back down to his pubic hair, and when it rose again it started squirting jets of cum into the hair, mostly landing on his six pack abs, and when he stopped cumming he told me I could let go of his nuts. "That took the edge off," Tom said before telling me to clean up the mess I had helped cause, but when I reached up with my hand he shook his head. "Not that way," Tom said, and then I realized what he wanted me to do. His seed was tart, aided by the sweat that covered his body where the lotion hadn't reached, and I could feel his eyes on me as I lapped up the ropes of semen until it was gone. There was a little cum on his dick and bush, and before I could get the words out Tom nodded. I put my lips around Tom's dick, which now resembled a toad stool, and as I sucked on his stem, pulling it upright a bit as I did so, it was a strange feeling indeed. I was Putty in His Hands "That's good Eric," Tom sighed, telling me that was enough for now. "We've just begun." Up I went, my oiled fingers throbbing but still interested as I neared his pectorals. My cock was springing around above Tom's spent tool, and he grinned as he saw my dripping member. "You're excited, aren't you Eric?" Tom asked, and when I nodded he asked me if I would like to cum. "Yes," I admitted. "Not yet," Tom said as my hands approached his mammoth man boobs and the dusty rose nipples that looked so inviting. "Soon, but not yet. Lift my dick up." I leaned back and did what I was told, and after that he told me to take my own cock in my other hand. "Rub the tips of our dicks together," Tom said, and I had to lean further back to make it happen, but when I did, wow! "Feels good, doesn't it?" Tom asked as I pulled my foreskin all the way back and rubbed the gooey openings into each other. "You're drooling all over us. Feels so good." "It does," I gasped, the sensation of our sensitive tips sending shivers down my spine in addition to making me drool even more. "Do you like my dick, Eric?" Tom asked. "Can you feel me getting hard again already?" "Yes." I said, having noticed a bit of firming up in his dick even though he had just cum a few minutes ago. "Ever see one that small before?" he asked. "I mean, since grade school." "It's not that small," I said. "Besides, size is overrated." "Nice of you to say, but I know better," Tom said. "Size is one of the reasons you're here." "Huh?" I mumbled, having been concentrated on rubbing our dicks together. "I saw you changing in the locker one day," Tom said. "That, along with noticing that you seemed to look at me a lot, was why I made my move today. Obviously you were never going to do it." "I'm kinda shy," I shrugged while trying not to cum. "I know. Quiet and obedient," Tom said, and I couldn't argue with that. "There's something else I love about you too, but we'll get to that soon enough." "Let go of my cock and just grind into it with your nuts," Tom instructed, and after I let his nearly erect dick fall back into his pubes I slid upward. "Oh that's good," Tom said. "Now put your hand behind your head, like I am." "Like this?" I asked, unsteadily trying to get into the position he wanted me in. I felt silly, mounted on this Adonis with my balls rubbing on his prong while in this muscleman position that only accentuated my scrawniness, but apparently my muscles or lack thereof was not what Tom was interested in. "You sweaty?" Tom asked, and I nodded. "I used deodorant after I showered," I said defensively, fearing I was smelly or something, but Tom shook his head. "Don't next time. It burns," Tom said and I nodded, the idea that he thought there was going to be a next time exciting me even though I was confused. "Run your fingers through your armpits. Fluff up the hair." "Like this?" I asked as I raked my fingers through the damp jungle of hair that filled the deep hollow of my armpit, and as Tom nodded I felt his cock twitch under my balls. "Beautiful," Tom sighed as he stared at me. "The other one now. Rake you nails through there. Can't believe how hairy your pits are. That's so sexy." I thought I looked goofy, but seeing the way Tom was engrossed by what I was doing, who was I to complain? Besides, the playing around took my mind off the fact that my cock was aching for release. "Nice," Tom said, and when I saw his hand reaching out to me my heart fluttered because I was longing for his touch - something he hadn't really done yet - and I knew that if that hand grabbed my cock I would be shooting all over his chest within seconds. "Give it to me." Instead, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of my armpit hair and pulled me down to him. Now my face was just above the headboard and my armpit was in Tom's face, which was obviously what he wanted because I felt his tongue burrowing into the tuft of hair while he made snorting noises much like a bull would. I didn't understand it, and except when he started chewing under my arm I couldn't really feel it because the hair was so thick, but while I was confused I was not used to being wanted like this, so I was enjoying it despite my trepidations about my sweaty condition. Tom sure had no problem with it, and after about a minute of this unique treatment, with Tom thrusting his cock against my undercarriage, that stiff tool now rubbing the area between my balls and ass - he let out a moan as I felt him cumming again. I thought I was rather virile back then, but Tom was practically insatiable. He kept me in that awkward position, his hand on my back while he kept sucking my armpit, and then moved over to the other side. "Don't you dare cum," came Tom's muffled voice from under my arm. I had started to try and rub my cock into Tom's stomach because I was aching for release, but that wasn't what Tom wanted, and only after Tom finished with my other underarm did Tom let me straighten up. "You like that?" Tom asked as I reached for the lotion. "What I did to you?" "Yeah, I guess," I admitted. "Looks like it," Tom commented. "Your dick is getting red. Bet you want to cum, don't you?" "Yes." "Your balls starting to ache?" "A little." "I'll bet they are," Tom said as I began to massage his chest, the large round man-boobs as hard as granite. "You cum a lot when you shoot?" "I guess - sometimes," I said. "Suck on my nipples," Tom said, and I ducked right down and covered his plump right nipple with my mouth, nursing on the bud like he was my mother. "Harder," Tom said once, and then again when I still wasn't sucking hard enough to suit him, and after he pulled my head over to his other nipple he sighed contentedly, saying, "Don't baby me. I like it rough and I'm no pussy." Back and forth I went, nibbling on Tom's nipples while looking up to him for approval. He looked down on me like the lord of the manor, posing in his muscleman way, and after he had enough he reached down and grabbed my scalp at the back of my neck with his right hand. "You know what I want now," Tom said, and after I gave him a look that suggested my confusion, he pulled my head up and over to his left armpit, pushing my face into the muscular and pungent hollow. My mouth being pushed into the sweaty grotto, I had no choice, and when I first started licking his armpit I shivered as the tartness burned my tongue. Tom hadn't showered back at the gym, I recalled, and now I was doing the cleaning as my tongue was pressing the little cluster of red hairs against his skin. The odor and the taste had offended me at first, but the more I lapped at Tom's armpit it began to change for me. I didn't notice when Tom let go of my scalp, so engrossed was I at what I was doing, and when Tom told me to go over to his right armpit I did so willingly. The initial strong blast of tart taste and aroma hit me after I dove over to the other side, and I attacked the ripped cavern like the animal I felt I had become. Tom was exhorting me to suck and chew in a fevered voice, and then his left hand was on my backside, pushing me down onto him. "Grind it. Grind your cock into mine," Tom was grunting, and in seconds I was cumming, the force of my orgasm making my entire body convulse, and after it was over I kept my face under Tom's arm. "Good boy," Tom was whispering in my ear. "Keep going. You like doing that, don't you? You like it as much as I do." I did. I couldn't deny it. A few minutes ago I was revolted, and now I was on top of Tom, practically worshipping his armpit while squeezing his massive bicep. "You've got another mess to clean," Tom finally said, and when I got up onto my knees again I looked down at Tom's stomach and chest. "Oh man," I said when I saw the incredible load that covered Tom's front, along with a little on mine. "Look at that." "I came too," Tom said, and when I glanced down and saw Tom's dick back in the toadstool mode I shook my head in awe when he added, "Plenty for you to lap up." I did as Tom asked, my mouth so dry that the warm cum was welcome, and as I licked my way from Tom's pectorals on down, Tom told me I could now suck his dick. "Move around so I can reach you," Tom said, and as my mouth took in Tom's stem I moved my hips in his direction. Tom's hand was on the back of my thighs, running his hand up and down, and then I felt his fist grab my balls. He was rough, but I expected that. My nuts were a little sensitive after just cumming, but I endured the ache just to have Tom touching me like that. In my mouth, Tom's dick was impossible to suck by moving my lips up and down because there wasn't enough there, so I contented myself with simply sucking on it like a pacifier. Tom let go of my balls, but then I felt his fist wrap around my dick, and he began pulling on it like it did everything else, hard. He was stretching the rubbery hose to the limit, almost as if he was trying to rip it off me. Tom even pulled it back under me, and I noticed him leaning over while he yanked it up between my balls in an effort to maybe stick it up my own ass, before going back to milking it. I thought I was pretty resilient, but I was nowhere near getting hard again and Tom's cock was showing signs of life in my mouth again already. "Proper diet," Tom said when I raised my mouth off of his dick and looked at it standing up like a thumb. "Get up and stand by the bed." I climbed up of the bed and stood there while Tom took his dick between his index finger and thumb and started slowly moving his hand up and down. "Put your foot up on the bed," Tom said. "Up here. Now start pulling on your cock. That's it. Just like that. Now put your other hand up behind your head. You know what I want." I assumed this awkward position and although I thought I looked dumb, it seemed to please Tom, who kept stroking his dick with his right hand while reaching over with his left hand to my leg. "You think I'm weird, don't you Eric?" Tom said as I felt his hand running up and down the inside of my calf while he watched his fingers running through the hair, his teeth biting into his lower lip. "You can answer honestly." "I dunno," I said. "I'm kinda weird myself." "I know," Tom said. "You probably never had anybody think you were sexy before, have you?" "No," I said. "Uh - I think you're sexy too." "I know," Tom said nonchalantly. "You ever jerk off while thinking about me?" "Yes," I said. "You getting hard yet?" "A little," I said. "Pull on your cock hard," Tom said as he began to move his fingers up and down fast on both his dick and my calf while his voice started getting frantic. "Stretch it out as far as you can. Farther.... farther..." Tom's dick started spurting like a geyser while his fingers dug into my calf with an iron grip, and after he got done cumming he asked me if he had hurt me. "A little," I said after Tom let go of my calf, and without being asked I began to lick the semen off of Tom's belly and crotch. "Good boy, Eric. You catch on fast. Now after you get done I want you to to loosen up for me," Tom said, and after I sucked the cum out of his bush I asked him what he meant. "Warm up like you would before you workout," Tom said, and that wasn't something I was familiar with because all I usually did at the gym was walk around while looking at Tom. "Stretch. Reach high," Tom instructed as he got off his back for the first time and sat on the edge of the bed watching. "Do some jumping jacks. I want you to get your back really loose." Thankfully there was no mirror so I didn't have to see myself with my dick flapping around while I exercised for Tom like he was my personal trainer. "Your back getting loose?" Tom asked, and when I said that it seemed to be, he told me to touch my toes. "That's it, now spread your legs apart and touch the floor. Can you touch your palms down there? Yeah," Tom said approvingly, and then asked. "Your asshole. Is it hairy?" "Huh?" I said as I looked upward toward Tom on the edge of the bed. "Yes, I guess so." "I figured as much," Tom said. "Straighten up and turn around. Back up to me." I turned around slowly and bent over, and when Tom told me to spread my ass cheeks apart I did, although it felt like my already red face must be crimson by now. "Back up a little more. That's it," Tom said. "Oh yeah, it is hairy." I felt Tom's hands join mine on my butt, prying it open as far as he could, and then I felt Tom's face moved into my steamy ass crack and something wet and slippery rubbing into my anus. "OH!" I cried out when I felt Tom's tongue push into my asshole. "You like that, don't you?" I heard Tom snarl, and after he told me to keep my butt apart and spread my legs further, his tongue went back in while his hand reached between my legs. I wasn't hard then, but I was in a few seconds, the combination of Tom's tongue at my anus and his fist milking my cock making my dick stiff as a board. It felt so good that I might have cum if it wasn't for the fact that my erection wanted to point out and up while Tom's grip was yanking downward and backward, and that minor discomfort was keeping me in control. "Lay down on the bed," Tom commanded. "On your back." As I did what Tom wanted I looked over and saw that his dick was hard AGAIN! I thought I knew what was about to happen, and the only thing that kept me from panicking was realizing that since Tom's dick was no bigger than my thumb, it probably wouldn't hurt much. But that wasn't it, and it was then that I realized why Tom wanted me to loosen up. I had tried this before, in my room by myself, but wasn't able to do it. Maybe it was because of Tom's help, who yanked my legs back up over my head while jamming a pillow under my lower back. Maybe it was also because I wanted to please him. Whatever the reason, as Tom implored me as he knelt on the floor behind me, even bringing my erect prong within reach for me, my tongue reached the tip of my dick, even getting my lips around the gumdrop head briefly before I started cramping up and had to lower my legs down. "That was so good," Tom said, noticing with pleasure that I hadn't cum because my erection was still curled back onto my stomach. "You can have me now." Tom climbed onto the bed and got on all fours, his ass cheeks parted to reveal his pendulous balls and his anus, which was pink and smooth. "I don't know how," I said as I climbed behind Tom. "Stick your cock in my ass," Tom said. "Lotion in up a little, skin it back and put it in me. Hard!" I fumbled with the lotion, and took forever to find his anus, but when I found it I slid in effortlessly, no doubt thanks to my skinny member. "Don't cum!" Tom bellowed. "Harder. Faster!" My cock felt like it was in an oven, and while I didn't want to hurt him, Tom kept screaming for me to go harder. "Harder! I want to feel your nuts slapping me. Put it in all the way." I felt the head of my dick slamming into what felt like a wall, causing Tom to cry out along with a command not to dare stop. I felt like the commander of a vessel, with my hands on Tom's hips while sweat flew off my brow and onto his broad back, but it felt too good for me to last very long. Tom reached back and grabbed my wrist off of his hip and yanked it underneath him, causing me to fall onto his back. He brought my hand to his dick, which was hard of course, and although the tiny stem was touch to get a grip on, within a few seconds I felt the surge go through his dick and then I was cumming myself. "Stay like that," Tom said as I was draped over his chiseled back, and he kept me like that for quite a while until finally my manhood slithered out of his rectum. At this point I was hoping just to cuddle with Tom, to hold him in my arms and thank him, assuring him that while most everything was new to me, I loved it all. Loved him too. That wasn't Tom's way though. We climbed off of the bed, which was a disaster zone, filled with out sweat and cum, and was told that we were going to take a shower. I remember that the shower was a big metal square that made a loud noise when your elbow would hit it. Our shower was as close to a tender moment as we had, as I got to soap Tom up and rinse him off, and after I got done I was surprised when Tom did the same to me. Tom started on my feet and worked upward, and when he reached my cock and balls he treated me gently for the first time. He took a particular delight in cleaning my dick and foreskin, and while that long hood had always made me feel self-conscious, he enjoyed fiddling with it. "Wish I didn't get circumcised," Tom said. I think it would look way bigger then." I nodded but Tom said he was just kidding, that he knew no foreskin could change the fact that his dick was small. It wasn't the only time Tom would make light of his modest endowment, and there were times during our relationship that he would bring that into our lovemaking. "Look how puny your dick is compared to mine," he had me say to him while he held our cocks together to compare them, and while I didn't enjoy saying it to him it seemed to be yet another thing that would get him excited at times. For whatever shortcomings he seemed to think he had, virility was not one of them. The man was astounding, and I could never keep up with him. During the three months were were together, it wasn't uncommon for him to have a half dozen orgasms in the course of a day, and I enjoyed being a part of causing them. The end came suddenly, and it wasn't my idea. I had done everything he asked, including a haircut and not using deodorant before going to his place. I had let him take Polaroid pictures of me, naked and posing like he wanted me to, even ones of me with a ruler under my dick and of me jerking off. Whatever he asked and I did it without question. Tom never gave a reason fro dumping me, and cut me loose with a lack of emotion on his part, something that I can't claim. I was crushed, having done anything and everything to please him, including some things that I won't get into here. I would still go to the gym to look at him afterward, and soon I saw the reason I had been dumped. I saw his new weightlifting spotter one day, a kid that was in one of my classes no less. He was from India, and one day after I worked out I happened to go into the locker room after they went in together. Part of the reason was to remind Tom what he was missing out on. I knew where he would be, sitting on the bench waiting for his new lover to finish showering, skipping it himself of course so "Bali" (the guys first name, which was all I knew) could clean up later, no doubt. Tom gave me a smile as I walked past him, and I gave my hips a little bump so my dick would swing a little more. Inside the showers, Bali was the only one in there, and it was a strange scene as we stood under the spray, not even hiding the fact that we were checking each other out. I wanted to see what Bali had that I didn't, and he was looking at me probably thinking the same thing. Thankfully nobody else was there to see us staring at each other's dicks like that.and while he was nerdy looking like I was, I could see the traits in him that I knew attracted Tom to him. We were about the same height and weight, but Bali's skin was a cocoa brown. He was also uncircumcised, and while his cock wasn't as long as mine, he was much thicker. It was his body hair that was the main difference, and while I always thought I was hairy - too hairy - Bali was in another league. While I was richly endowed with profuse armpit and leg hair and a thick triangle above my cock, I had only a couple of hairs around my nipples. Bali, on the other hand, was virtually covered with hair from his neck to the ankles, like a bear. To put it mildly, Bali was hirsute, and while I didn't know him, I hated him because I knew what Tom would be doing to him instead of me. I was Putty in His Hands By the end of the school year I had pretty much gotten over Tom, and one day after class Bali even struck up a conversation with me. He apologized if he was a part of Tom and I splitting, but I shrugged it off. Then he told me that he and Tom were no longer a couple, and I was surprised at that, especially when Bali said that he was the one that broke up. He told me that while he enjoyed Tom and got a kick out of the way Tom seemed to be so infatuated with certain parts of him, there was something that Tom would do, or should I say couldn't do. "Let's just say that I prefer to receive more than give, if you understand what I mean," Bali confided, and to underline the point he elaborated. "Tom - he couldn't reach." "Can't have everything," I said, not adding that I already knew that and was content back in our days, when the mood struck Tom, just let him stick his dick in the crack of my butt and root away. "I much prefer a man - let's just say better able to satisfy my needs," Bali said, and scribbled a phone number on a scrap of paper and handed to me. "You certainly have something that I would love to experience. In case you ever want to get together. You know, swap old war stories and - you know." I told him I would think about it but never called Bali, and frankly never even considered it. For one thing I found the thought of talking about Tom behind his back distasteful. I was no longer infatuated with him but still had fond memories, and even though Tom wasn't as noble, since Bali mentioned before leaving that he found the pictures of me very interesting, but just wasn't the type that turned me on. He was too much like me. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I thank all who read my story, and while I know it will not be for everyone, I welcome your votes comments and suggestions. Thank you.