4 comments/ 45417 views/ 7 favorites Is Mitch Here? By: lionel_collins It was suspected by most of the guys in the class, with the exception of Mitchell Hollis, that his roommate, Greg Simmons, was passionately in love with him. Eighteen-year-old Greg's five-eleven, one hundred and ninety-five pound body, along with his notoriously aggressive attitude, prevented others from saying anything negative about Mitch, or from telling him about Greg's desire for him. Mitch was the same age as Greg but had a slightly smaller body and a modest attitude, seldom found in truly handsome guys. The typical boy-next-door, he had medium length, wavy, light brown hair and brilliant, laughing-blue eyes that melted everyone. Continual knocking on their door by guys wanting to kiss Mitch's ring was a constant irritation to Greg, who resented having to share Mitch's attention. It was Arnie Phillips who was had knocked. "Oh, hi, Arnie," Greg tentatively greeted, making no effort to hide his indifference. "Yo, Dawg, Mitch here?" "Yeah. Just a sec, huh," he said closing the door to leave Arnie in the corridor. He knew he'd been rude but he'd hoped Mitch wouldn't need to invite him inside. Arnie sighed apprehensively as he leaned back on the sofa. "Hi, Arnie, hey, it's great to see ya," said Mitch, enthusiastically shaking his hand. Greg, pretending he was busily working on his computer, cringed. "Wazzup, Arn?" Mitch asked, smiling widely. "I sure would like to get yer opinion on something that happened-" "Sure, Arnie, break it down, buddy." Greg cringed again. "Well, Mitch, I've gone out a couple of times with this girl okay; she's not my girlfriend, er anything like that." "Okay, so what's the problem?" "Well, she's sorta pregnant," Arnie, said, shyly. "Wow! Congratulations, daddy, I can give ya the name of a good place to get cheap cigars, Greg said, killing himself with laughter, "It mightn't have been planned, Mitch, maybe he didn't know he was cumming." Arnie's eyes shot an arrow in Greg's direction. "What kinda trouble am I in, Mitch, like legally?" Mitch was a brilliant first-year law student but certainly not qualified to be giving legal advice; however, all the guys relied on his knowledge of the law and continually sought his opinion. "Arnie, all ya gotta do is plead that yer dick's so small the condom came off an' ya didn't notice." Greg advised him, smugly. "Fuck you, Greg," Arnie, replied, expressing his appreciation. "What do ya think I should do, Mitch, I sure as hell don't wanna get married to a broad I hardly even know," he explained, needlessly, Greg thought. "Are ya sure yer the father?" Mitch asked. "I don't know how I can know that; shit, I don't know much more than how to get my penis in," Arnie said, expressing how fed up he now was with the whole thing. "Ha, ha, too bad ya didn't know how to get it out," Greg laughed, hilariously, again. "Ya should get a bunch of guys to all say they screwed her without condoms, around the same time," Greg said, trying to maintain a straight face. "Fer jezzuz sake, dickhead, will ya mind yer own freakin' business an' crawl back into yer condom?" Arnie said, cleverly, he thought. "Mitch, can you believe this ingrate? How does he have the gall to come here, begging fer us to help him, with a rotten attitude like that?" Greg asked, indignantly. Arnie released another arrow but said nothing. "Why don't ya wait a little while, Arnie, to see what happens; I don't think you should worry too much, immediately," Mitch suggested. "Ya, I'm in complete agreement with Mitch," Greg said, supporting his legal advice, "No point in us breakin' our head fer nothing," Greg said, readying himself for Arnie's anticipated assault that didn't materialize. "You know, Greg, you're a first class shit disturber," Mitch said, after Arnie had gone. "So am I," Greg replied; and they both laughed aloud. "So, what kinda trouble is he really in, Mitch?" "It's hard to say, but usually this type of thing is resolved, amicably; at least, that's what I think," Mitch said, positively uncertain. "Would his case come to court before you graduate?" Greg asked, facetiously. "For his sake, I hope so," Mitch said; then, at least, he'll have a real lawyer, if it comes to that... I'm gonna shower, Greg, try not to show yer aggra if anyone else knocks, okay?" "Okay, Mitch, I'll be very polite, ya want me to show 'em to the bathroom?" Mitch smiled and left without replying. Greg wished he could show himself in to wash Mitch's back, along with all of the erotic parts of his body. Mitch had always brought clean underwear into the bathroom, where he'd dry himself and put them on before coming out. That was something Greg had always watched for. He had seen Mitch in his tight briefs often enough to know he had a full basket of goodies and a pretty good-looking bubble-butt. That Mitch hadn't taken his clean underwear with him on this occasion didn't go unnoticed by the ever alert Greg. They had been roommates for more than three months, during which time Greg, hoping to provoke Mitch, had occasionally been naked in Mitch's presence, but he'd never been able to catch Mitch staring. The scene was heavenly and surreal when the bathroom door opened and a beautiful, David-like apparition emerged naked from the cloud of steam. Greg, gobsmacked, couldn't have turned away if he'd wanted to; of course, he had no desire to look anywhere other than at the uncut, to-die-for cock and low hanging balls he craved to feel bouncing on his chin. Smiling broadly, Mitch playfully threw the wet towel, making a direct hit on Greg's awestricken face, before going to his bedroom; was it Mitch's way of telling him to wipe the lust from his face, Greg wondered. Greg, his erection trying to bust out of his jeans and his forehead beaded with perspiration, feared he was going to pass out. He leaned back in the chair and tightly closed his eyes, hoping to stop the room from spinning; the image of Mitch's six-pack stomach, muscled arms and legs, not to mention his crotch accessories, was burned in his mind. He tried to imagine what it would be like to stretch the long foreskin over his tongue to savour the precum on Mitch's knob. He found himself in another world where Mitch had straddled his head and was lowering his bubble butt onto his face. He painted Mitch's crevice with a saliva-slicked tongue and having inhaled his fill of Mitch's erotic scent, was about to penetrate his asshole when there was a knock on the door. 'Shit,' he said aloud and went to answer to the intrusive knocker. "Hi Syd, so nice of you to drop by," Greg said, sarcastically, "I suppose ya wanna talk to Mitch, huh?" "Yeah. Is he here?" Syd asked. "Hold on a moment, I'll see if he's available," Greg said, closing the door and leaving Syd outside. "Syd's here! Mitch," he shouted, knocking on Mitch's door. He then returned to his room to continue tongue-fucking Mitch's ass, while masturbating and hoping some of his load would get to his waiting, open mouth; meanwhile, Syd waited in the hall. Having waited almost ten minutes, Syd Cunningham wondered if Greg had informed Mitch, but being aware of Greg's miserable attitude, it wouldn't have surprised him if Greg had gone to bed. "Yo, Syd," Chris Gorham greeted, "Whazzup?" "I'm waiting for Mitch Hollis to come to the door but I don't think his roommate told him I'm here." "Why doncha hammer on the door again?" Chris asked. "Do you know that prick, Greg Simmons? For some freakin' reason he thinks he's Hollis's social secretary," he said, angrily. "Uh-uh," Chris grunted in disgust, "I know of him; I hear he's a fuckin' bully ya wouldn't wanna tangle with," he said, wide-eyed. "So I don't have to say more, do I?" "Ya wanna phone him from my room? I'm just one floor up; ya'd be more than welcome." he told him, sounding really anxious for Syd to accept his offer." Chris was a cute blonde with gorgeous, blue, bedroom eyes that gazed longingly at Syd. "It's up to you, Syd," he said, brushing his hand against his crotch as he reached into his pocket for his keys. "Thanks, Chris, I think I'll take ya up on that," he said, accompanying him to the stairs; Syd hadn't missed Chris's intentional crotch rub. Syd didn't doubt his own heterosexuality but considering he was horny, he saw no reason why he couldn't accept a quickie blowjob; why should the gender of the blower's mouth matter, he asked himself? "Would ya like a drink, Syd?" Chris offered. "I don't drink much, do you have any wine, Chris?" Chris returned with two glasses of wine and sat on the edge of the bed close to Syd. "Do ya know Mitch Hollis well?" Chris asked, sipping his wine. "Not really, but he's so anxious to help everybody that you soon feel as though you've always known him," Syd explained. "I don't know him but I've often wished I did; "I hear he's got awesome good looks," Chris said, raising his eyes to the heavens and lightly resting his hand on Syd's leg. Syd tried to ignore the burning hand that was causing his premature erection. He would've liked to get into a more comfortable position but he was afraid any movement on his part could cause Chris to think he didn't want the hand touching him. Meanwhile it had crept closer to Syd's quickly growing cock. Anxious to have Chris's hand grope him, he tried to activate the muscle that would cause his cock to move, seemingly on its own; but his underwear was too tight. "Would ya like me to freshen your wine, Syd?" "Oh no thanks, Chris, I'm okay," Syd said, preferring that Chris keep the hand in motion. Anticipating the joy of Chris's mouth on his cock, Syd, perspiring nervously wished Chris would hurry up and make the final move. He wondered what he could do to make things happen without giving the impression he was gay. Chris took Syd's glass from his hand and along with his own, placed them on the side table. "You're sure ya don't want any more, huh, Syd?" He asked, softly, as he urged him backwards on the bed and pressed his lips against Syd's. "Open your mouth, Syd," he whispered, sensually. Syd, though almost in shock because of the way he was participating in such a blatantly homosexual act, obeyed and accepted Chris's tongue. Still sharing tongues, Chris single-handedly, unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and stretched the waistband of Syd's underwear to tuck it under his balls. Syd's long, hard cock, now free, proudly stood straight up. "You've got a beautiful dick," Syd," Chris said, sighing in adoration as he stretched his warm mouth over the beautiful dick's, peach-sized knob. Syd sighed appreciatively when he felt his cockhead slowly moving and destined for Chris's throat. He squirmed delightedly when the throat muscle pampered it, lovingly. Chris sat up and pulled Syd's t-shirt over his head, displaying a gorgeous, muscled, upper body. Simultaneously, Syd pinched his own large, pink nipples that caused the exciting, self-controlled, intense pain to shoot through his body. "Take yer shirt off, too, Chris," He urged, excitement in his voice. Chris momentarily surrendered Syd's adorable dick to remove the shirt. Chris's muscled body surprised Syd. Chris placing his hands on Syd's shoulders eased him back on the bed, and, boldly removed Syd's sneakers, pants and underwear. Syd hadn't intended to allow all of his clothing to be stripped from him but he made no effort to prevent its happening; in fact, he was quite enjoying the feeling of the total freedom of his body. He was surprised to see that Chris, too, was now stark naked. Especially since he'd thought he'd only have to take his cock out and put it in Chris's mouth for a few minutes. Neither, did he offer any resistance when Chris scooped him up in his strong arms, kissed him on his lips and stretched his fully compliant body out on the bed. When Chris spread Syd's legs to kneel between them, Syd threw his arms around him and pulled him forward to put his tongue, again, into Chris's mouth. Syd held Chris's head lovingly as Chris, alternately, bit down on Syd's nipples. Intense, sharp pain caused Syd to scream, but still, he held Chris's mouth tightly against his swollen nipple, urging his torturer to continue. Eventually, unable to endure the erotic suffering any longer, Syd released his hold to permit Chris to bury his face under his arm and thoroughly lick his armpit. "Suck me, Chris," he asked, his voice quivering excitedly, as he sat upright to place his hands on Chris's head. Under his direction, Chris moved up and down on the long, hard rod. Syd moaned, continuously, as he pressed on Chris's head to get every millimeter of his long, throbbing cock into Chris's hot, hungry mouth. Feeling Chris's nose pressed hard against his abdomen, he pressed no farther, only wanting to keep his knob in Chris's slippery throat. Chris craved his cock in Syd's mouth, and realizing he'd never have a better opportunity, he threw a leg over Syd and got him into a sixty-nine. He sucked Syd's knob, again, into his throat and hesitated for a moment to see if he'd reciprocate. When Syd failed to react, Chris licked behind his balls, trying to convince him that the hot, tongue was working its way to his butt-hole. Syd, moaning and groaning, raised his butt in an attempt to get his hole nearer to Chris's mouth. Chris maintained his position, refusing to place his tongue any closer to his bull's-eye, and waited for Syd's reaction. Syd continued to raise himself to Chris's tongue till he finally got the message; the moment Chris felt Syd take hold of his cock and put the knob against his wet lips, Chris's tongue darted into his hole. Syd was jolted sufficiently to cause Chris to fear for the safety of his erection. Excited and now fully primed, Chris passionately tongue-fucked Syd's hot butt-hole till he felt his own orgasm on the horizon. His two fingers in Syd's ass along with Syd's cock deep in his throat and his cock in Syd's throat, triggered an incredible, simultaneous eruption that spilled enormous loads into cum-hungry mouths. "Holy fuck!" Syd exclaimed, "I never cum like that before in my life, Chris," he said, gasping for air. "Ya know what, Syd, you forgot to phone Hollis," Chris told him, laughing aloud. "No point, now," he said, joining Chris in his laughing. The next afternoon, Chris went downstairs to knock on Mitch Hollis's door. "Hi," he said, sweetly, to Greg, "Is Mitch in?" "No, I'm sorry," Greg, said, expressing regret, "he had to go home because of some family problem," Greg explained, "He'll be gone for a week. Is there anything I can do?" He asked, smiling broadly at the cute, blonde boy. "I don't know. I'm Chris Gorman," he said, offering his hand, "Can I come in?" He asked, displaying his best smile. "Yes, of course," Greg, said, "My name's Greg Simmons," he said, shaking Chris's hand; Greg held the warm hand much longer than would've been expected, clearly delivering a message to the ever alert Chris. "How can I help ya?" Greg asked, smiling provocatively. "Well," Chris whispered, his hand now overflowing with Greg's jewels, "I was wondering if you'd like to have the best blowjob of your life," He said, smiling widely, as he slowly lowered Greg's zipper. Greg gently moved Chris's hand away before Chris tried to fish for his cock. "Were you expecting to have sex with Mitch?" Greg asked, confused by the strange situation. "No, I don't even know Mitch," he said, smiling again. "I don't get it," Greg said, even more mystified, "Ya don't know Mitch, and ya don't know me either; as far as I know, so whose cock did you come here to suck?" "Whoever opened the door, just as long as it wasn't the maid," Chris said, laughing loudly, "So, wha' d' ya say, sweetie?" He coaxed, reaching again for Greg's cock. "Oh, wow, what have we here?" he asked, laughing hilariously as he squeezed Greg's erection. D' ya want it sittin' down, Greg, baby?" He asked, readying himself for a trip to Greg's bedroom. "No," Greg replied, freeing his erection, "I'll be okay, right here, just leanin' against the wall," Greg said, easing his foreskin back in anticipation of Chris's mouth. "Awww, c'mon, man, can't we get more comfortable?" Chris pleaded, "Can't we go in yer bedroom?" "Ya, okay, Chris, c'mon," he agreed, leading a very excited Chris to his room. Greg balked when Chris attempted to undress him. "I don't have to be naked for a blowjob, Chris." "Aww, Greg, I was hopin' I'd get to see yer chest," Chris whined, "Ya look like ya got such a fantastic build," he complimented, "Couldn't ya just lift your t-shirt an' show me yer abs? Greg was suddenly very happy to remove his shirt. "Ohh, man! Yer awesome," Chris told him, beaming, as he excitedly slid a hand over Chris's six-pack abs. Greg was beside himself joy; Chris was a master In the art of persuasion. "His arms encircling Greg, Chris sucked on his nipples. "Bite it," Greg ordered. While Greg was high on the nipple-biting pain that shot all the way down to his cock, Chris executed his masterful, one-handed opening of Greg's pants and got his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. Though Greg must've felt the draft of cool air on his butt, he remained silent. Chris lowered himself, before the still standing Greg, to begin sucking Greg's cock. "Oh gawd!" "He exclaimed. "What?" Greg asked, anxiously. "Jinkies, Greg, what a freakin' incredible attachment ya've got. Gawd, I can't remember ever seein' such a long foreskin; I'm madly in love with it," Chris said, sighing loudly. "I'm gonna cover my whole tongue with it, Greg; I don't suppose you'd wanna sign a donor card fer me, huh?" He asked, laughing. Greg's cock had grown with each compliment; and had already been transformed into a formidable, steel poker; so, Chris was extremely pleased with how malleable he'd made his victim. He cupped Greg's bubbles and pulled him close. The poker slipped deeper into Chris's throat as Chris urged him ever closer; Greg vibrated ecstatically. Throughout Greg's ooohs and ahhhs Chris had been removing his own clothes. Releasing Greg's cock for a brief moment, he removed his t-shirt. Then, except for two pairs of Nikes, they were both naked, just as Chris had planned. Deliberately, Chris made a loud, slurping noise as he pulled his mouth from Greg's saliva-soaked foreskin; Chris always thought that sound to be exceptionally sexy. He moved his hands over both sides of Greg's face and throat. Then, on reaching his shoulders and massaging to Greg's delight, he eased him back on the bed and removed his Nikes. Excited and ecstatic upon having Greg naked, he licked the soles of his feet, driving Greg insane from the rare pleasure of having his feet tongue-washed for his first time. He then swung Greg around so he was stretched out on the bed. Greg was amazed by Chris's awesome seduction technique. He had never imagined that he could've been so easily manipulated into compliance. "Aren't you gonna take yer shoes off?" Greg asked, sarcastically. "Nope. If ya wanna get fucked, I'll get a better grip with the Nikes on," he explained. "In yer freakin' dreams, Chris," Greg said, "How about getting' around to suckin' my cock, that's what ya came fer?" Greg reminded him. Having removed his shoes, Chris got on the bed between Greg's legs and chewed the long foreskin. Sufficiently stretching the skin's opening, he pulled it over his tongue and licked around the large, sensitive knob. Greg couldn't help thinking of how strange it was that he was having such a fantastic experience when he'd been expecting nothing, while he fantasized rimming Mitch, but the orgasm he'd have had from jerking himself. Chris's tongue, buried in his foreskin, poking into his pee hole and endlessly circling his knob, confirmed that Chris was, indeed, an expert at everything. Chris moved Greg's foreskin back with his lips and descended slowly till the knob was in his throat. Continually twisting his mouth caused his slippery throat to provide Greg with a different pleasure. That along with his throat muscle tightening on the knob caused long, loud moans and sighs to be heard from Greg, who was coming close to his orgasm. "Chris, I don't wanna cum, yet, okay?" Chris slowly removed his mouth from Greg's cock and stretched out on top of him to press his lips against Greg's mouth. Greg's tongue invading Chris's mouth surprised him. Is Mitch Here? "I simply adore your body, Greg, I wanna eat ya with a spoon," he said, sighing, as he licked all over Greg's face. "I wanna suck ya, Chris." Greg had finally gathered the nerve to tell him. "Why doncha straddle my face, huh?" Greg licked the insides of Chris's thighs and sucked his low-hanging balls. One by one, he licked and sucked them balls while slowly sliding the foreskin back and forth on Chris's knob. No longer able to fight the strong compulsion, he placed his hands, lovingly, on Chris's buttocks to move him forward until he could comfortably tongue-paint between his buttocks. "Ohhh, gawd, Greg, that's so freakin' awesome; I must've gone to heaven," Chris said, shaking excitedly. Chris licked him from his balls to the bottom of his back and Greg could feel Chris's body quaking. Greg had a strange problem in that, although he'd never come close to a sexual episode with Mitch, he felt as though he was being unfaithful. His guilt feelings aside, he derived unimaginable pleasure from feeling Chris's knob in his throat; and the fragrance of his crotch pleased him immensely. "I don't want ya to be too rough, Chris, but I'd like ya to fuck my mouth." Chris leaned forward onto the pillows and being almost straightened out, he slowly humped. Withdrawing from deep in Greg's mucus-lubed throat, he moved his knob back and forth between his soft lips. "Ohhh, gawd, Greg, yer fantastic, man, I'm gonna cum," Chris said, breathing heavily. "Wait, Chris!" Greg said, "Sit between my legs, ya know, like balls-to-balls, Okay?" Chris got into the position Greg had requested. "What I'd like to do, Chris, is we masturbate each other, an' whenever we feel like it we can kiss. Chris leaned forward to put his tongue in Greg's mouth as they lovingly massaged each other's hard, throbbing cock. "I'm gonna cum, Greg," Chris said, breathing heavily. "Okay, Chris, we're gonna be very close; jus let it go wherever," Greg sighed, "ohh, yeah, Chris, don't stop." "Ohhhhh, yeahh, Greg, ohhh gawd, get ready, it's on the way." Two geysers blasted, continually, into the air to land all over them. Greg raised himself to lay his cum-soaked body on Chris, squishing cum between them. Then, tangled into a human, body knot, they fought each other to lap up as much cum as possible. Afterward, they sat together, again balls-to-balls, in the bathtub, kissing with the shower spray blasting them. "I'm so glad you were home, Greg, Chris said, smiling, that was the greatest sex I've ever had." "It was for me, too," Greg told him. "Chris, will you tell me why you came to see Mitch, was he supposed to be here?" "Do ya remember leaving Syd Cunningham waiting in the corridor?" Chris asked. "Sure I remember, it was only yesterday," Greg said. "Well, I came along the corridor and he told me he'd been forgotten, so I invited him to use my phone," Chris was explaining when Greg told him, "I told Mitch that Syd was there, then I went into my room. I didn't know he didn't go to the door; maybe he hadn't heard me. Why the hell didn't he knock on the door, again?" "Ya really want me to tell ya?" Chris asked, doubtfully. "Of course," Greg said. "He said yer a bully prick and that you think yer Mitch's social secretary," Chris said, visibly reluctant, "an' he kinda described ya. So, when you opened the door, I knew you weren't Mitch... I hope yer not gonna tell Syd I told ya." "No, I won't even talk to the prick, again," Greg said, determinedly. "Anyway, we kinda connected and after, when I reminded him he'd forgotten to phone Mitch he said something like, 'What's the point, now'? So I figured he'd come here to hook up with Mitch... I dunno, maybe I was wrong," Chris related. Haunted by a disturbing image of Mitch with his tongue in Syd's mouth, Greg spent most of the night crying like a baby. How could he possibly express his feelings to Mitch, Greg wondered? He loved Mitch more than anything else in the world and craved to provide him with a lifetime of sheer bliss. Mitch had been gone only two days, yet Greg felt ill because of his loneliness. Even though he couldn't embrace Mitch, he was happiest when he was near to him. He got out of bed and went to Mitch's empty bedroom. Mitch being away for an extended period, Greg seized the opportunity to spend more time than usual in his room. He opened Mitch's gym bag and withdrew underwear that Mitch intended to take to the Laundromat. Excitedly, he put them over his mouth and nose before stepping into them. He pressed the underwear that had held Mitch's treasures against his own jewels. He stepped into a pair of Mitch's running shoes and strutted around the room. He lowered the bed covers to smell the sheet and savour his roommate's body fragrance; he searched the bed sheet, hoping to find some pubic hair that he could take back to his own room. The solid erection tenting Mitch's underwear dictated Greg's next erotic activity; stretching out on the bed, his face buried in the pillow where Mitch's head had been, he inserted two fingers into his butt. 'Oh, yeah, Mitch, fuck me hard, darling', Oh, yeah, Mitch, hurt me as much as you like,' he said, aloud to himself, as he worked the fingers, like a piston, in and out of his hurting asshole. Turning onto his back, he massaged his electrified cock while continuing to finger-fuck himself. 'Ahhh, fuck, yeah, Mitch, cum in me, yeah, Mitch, baby, ohhh, Mitch, I'm cummin'.' His initial blast delivered a cumload to his face. Successive eruptions were destined for his chest and stomach. He licked up as much cum as his tongue could reach; the rest was wiped up with Mitch's underwear. He made sure everything was left, as he'd found them; with the exception of the briefs that were returned slightly more soiled to the gym bag; and, now, Greg felt closer than ever to his Adonis. Greg felt a little better now that he felt so close to Mitch and being here, in his room, he felt even closer. However, he still had a lot to think about. Was it reasonable to assume Syd had been having sex with Mitch, he wondered? Shit, he thought, that'd mean Mitch is gay. He felt guilty but he convinced himself that it was something he had to do when he decided to search Mitch's room for anything that might tell him if Mitch was, in fact, gay. Could the lube he found hidden in the closet be telling, he wondered? No, he had lube in his own room. Greg was about to leave the room when he thought about the luggage on the closet floor. Opening it, he found several, erotic, gay storybooks; he could, now, terminate his search, he decided. "In preparation for Mitch's midnight return, Greg brought his pillow and a blanket to curl up on the couch and watch a gay, porn film on TV. He draped the blanket over himself and arranged it as though, while asleep, it had slipped and exposed his erection; he moved the foreskin back for a more dramatic effect and on hearing Mitch's key in the lock, he closed his eyes. Loud heavy breathing accompanied by the usual passionate dialogue could be loudly heard from the stereo speakers as a guy was being brutally fucked by another. Through barely opened eyes, Greg watched Mitch entering; his pounding heart made feigning sleep extremely difficult. Mitch's eyes shifted from Greg to the porn images on the TV and quickly returned to Greg. Seemingly dreaming, Greg moaned softly and slowly stretched his arm to allow his hand to come to conveniently rest on his hard cock. Hearing Mitch's loud intake of breath, Greg wondered if he should dreamily massage himself, but decided to leave well enough alone. Mitch, being very careful not to awaken Greg, crept closer to the couch. Then he moved the blanket to expose more of Greg's naked body, changing his position enough to get a good view of Greg's bubble-butt. Greg then stretched a little more trying to assure Mitch a good view of his six-pack abs. He left the room, causing Greg to wonder if his charade had failed, but he quickly resumed his position when he heard Mitch returning. Nervously hoping he was going the right thing, Greg lifted his head while rubbing his sleep-filled eyes and was shocked to find his blanket had slipped. He quickly covered himself and saw Mitch, supposedly for the first time. "Yo, Dawg," he said, smiling happily, welcome back." "Hi, Greg," Mitch replied, his forehead beaded nervous with perspiration. "What the hell 'er ya watchin', Mitch?" Greg asked, pretending he'd thought Mitch had switched to the porn film. "I didn't touch the TV, it was on when I came in," he said, defensively. "Holy shit!" Greg said, "that's not what was listed in the guide. Shut it off, Mitch." "Just a sec, the guy's gonna cum," Mitch said, trying to hide his excitement. The porn star pulled his cock from the boy's ass and jerked, frantically. "Wow, Look at the size of the prong!" Mitch, wide-eyed, exclaimed, "He's gonna shoot his load on the guy's back." Greg trembled excitedly when he saw Mitch's cock trying to rip its way out of his shorts. Mitch lost it completely when the guy who'd been plowed shouted for the other to put the big cock in his mouth. Mitch's hand was now holding his erection through his shorts. Greg wondered if perhaps Mitch had only read porn stories and had never seen guys in action? "Mine's bigger than his," Greg said, moving the blanket out of the way to wave his big erect cock at Mitch so he could compare. Mitch's eyes shifted quickly back and forth between the TV screen and Greg massaging his cock. Their heterosexual game finally ended when Mitch, his hand shaking, fumbled to lower his zipper and free his own large, hard cock. His precum was flowing when he went to the couch to sit close to Greg. "Ya want me to touch it fer ya, Greg?" Mitch, shaking nervously asked. Saying nothing, Greg bent and licked the delicious fluid from Mitch's knob. Mitch gasped loudly and took Greg's cock in his hand. "Why don't ya get outta yer clothes, Mitch?" Greg asked, pressing his lips against Mitch's. "I'm not sure I understand what's happened," Mitch said, pulling his sweater over his head. Overwhelmed at being so close to Mitch's bare chest, Greg couldn't resist the urge to rub his pecs. Urged farther by Mitch's deep sigh, he excitedly sucked on his nipple. "Lemme get outta my shorts, Greg," he said, clearly expressing his desire to be naked against Greg. Unable to contain his passion, Greg pressed his lips, again, on Mitch's and slipped his tongue into his open mouth. He felt a great sensation in his solid cock when Mitch reciprocated. "I'm insanely in love with you, Mitch," he said, softly. He was ecstatic that he'd been able to say what he'd never before said to anyone; and even more so, because he'd said it to a boy- the boy he loved. Mitch smiled, and expressed his own love by dropping his mouth over Greg's bulging knob. The incredible vision of Mitch kneeling before him, his head slowly bobbing on his erection, caused him to feel that he was the luckiest boy in the world. "Mitch, come up on the couch so we can press our naked bodies together; you can't believe how often I've fantasized being with you like that." The thrill of being glued together with hard cocks rubbing together was more than Greg expected. Mitch's mouth pressed against his expressed his joy, as well. Finally, now crouched between Mitch's legs, Greg passionately licked and sucked Mitch's knob. "Greg, yer fantastic, I love ya, baby," Mitch sighed, raising Greg's passion above the boiling point. He sucked the large knob into his throat while trying, at the same time, to get his nuts into his mouth. Greg would happily have eaten Mitch entirely If it were possible; he couldn't get enough of the baby he loved. "Do you want me to lick yer butt, Mitch?" "Are ya sure ya wanna do that?" Mitch asked, incredible excitement in his voice. "Kneel over me with your ass over my face." Once Mitch was in position, Greg kissed him on each of his buttocks before separating them to get his tongue into the crack. "Oh, gawd, Greg, I'm not gonna be able to take much of his awesome feeling," he said, breathlessly. When Greg has sufficiently lubricated him with saliva, he pushed his tongue into the hole. His fingers on each side, he stretched Mitch's asshole until he got most of his tongue inside to work its tip against Mitch's interior. Meanwhile, Mitch, his hand saliva lubricated, twisted it around on Greg's sensitive dick head. Loud ooohs and ahhhs were being loudly heard from each of them. Greg was desperately trying to get more tongue into Mitch's ass when Mitch stopped jerking him. "Greg, I'm gonna cum, ohh, fuck, yeah." "Get your cock into my mouth, Mitch." Mitch swung himself around and just in time, got his already, erupting rod, into Greg's waiting mouth. "Oh, ohh, oh, gawd, I'm cummin'." He screamed, as he shot his largest load ever into Greg. He turned again to take Greg's fully primed cock into his mouth to rapidly bob up and down on him. "Mitch, it's gonna erupt," He said, as his sphincter muscle contracted and his cum was released into Mitch. The very moment Greg had set eyes on Mitch, he was amazed by how badly he wanted him. During the time since, Mitch had dominated his conscious thoughts and sometimes even when he was sleeping. He was always the subject of Greg's fantasies and now that it had become reality, he had difficulty convincing himself it had truly happened. "Mitch," Greg, with tears of joy in his eyes said, "I don't know how to express my happiness at our being together; I hope it'll be like this always." "I'm sure it'll be forever, sweetheart," Mitch sighed, as he, passionately, kissed Greg.