2 comments/ 39142 views/ 15 favorites New York Trip Ch. 01 By: joshprim DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between a teenage boy and a man. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or if viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT If you like it, please feel free to let me know. My email address is available through the link below. *************************************** It was Christmas break and we were off from school. I was 18 and in my senior year of high school in the mid-60s in Southern California. I was a pretty good looking guy I think, 5'9", slim, cute face. Of the groups at school I was considered one of the brains and hung out with other kids that were in the advanced classes. My parents were divorced and I used to live with my mom until a year ago, but she died and I now lived with my dad in an apartment near my high school. He had remarried, but his wife was living in a retirement area now while he continued to work. When I lived with my mom, the house was always a mess (she was always a poor housekeeper and when she was ill she did very little). The apartment my dad and I lived in was nice, but very small. Neither place was a place where you would want to have friends over, so I didn't have a lot of friends. I never went to the parties at school. I never had either the clothes or the transportation, so I stayed home. I was generally perfectly happy at home with a good book and some nice music. So since I didn't date, I was still a virgin and likely to remain that way for a good while. Was I queer? (gay wasn't a term we had back then) I didn't know. I knew I was excited by boys' bodies. But then I like str8 porn I was sometimes able to get my hands on. On camping trips with the Boy Scouts, some of the guys used to do things in tents, but I never found out what because they never invited me to join them. I think I was too "clean" and too brainy for them – not that I ever put anyone down, it's just the way it was. So except for masturbation (which I did a lot), I hadn't had any kind of sex. To get to the story, my older sister had joined the army about a year before and had been discharged about 6 months later. It seems she was a lesbian and I guess the army found out. So she had moved in with another girl she knew in Brooklyn and was living there and working in New York. I guess she missed me, because she invited me to come out at Christmas and spend my Christmas break with her. Her place was big enough and I had a bed to myself. She and her roommate worked, so I took care of my own meals during the day and we'd meet in the evenings and often go to a show. I prowled all around New York, mostly by myself. I tried to find some porn theaters that I could go to, but I guess they couldn't advertise and I didn't know where they were (and they probably wouldn't let me in anyway), so I spent most of my time riding the subways and shopping for things. One night though, we got home and a guy they knew from somewhere was going to spend the night. He was a sailor on leave and was about 20. He was slim and very good looking and I was extremely attracted to him. He moved so smoothly and had a really cute grin. He was about 2 or 3 inches taller than me. It was late when my sister and I got home, so I didn't get to talk to him much. But he was going to spend the night on the couch in the living room and then move to a friend's house for the rest of his leave. As usual, I read until 1 or 2 am and then went to sleep. The next morning when I woke up about 9, my sister and her roommate had gone to work and I was left home alone with him. I was wearing pajamas back then and looked in on him before I had some cereal. He was sleeping in his briefs and I could see his chest and flat stomach moving up and down as he breathed. He had only a little hair on his chest and the hair running down from his navel into his briefs. I watched him for a few minutes, wishing he would wake up, but he kept sleeping. I returned to my room in my pajamas and lay in bed reading. After about an hour, I heard the noise of the bathroom door closing and then the toilet flushing, so I knew he was up. Then there was some noise in the kitchen and a few minutes later he was at my door with a glass of milk. "Hi Greg," he said. His hair was tousled and he was still just in his briefs. He still looked sleepy, but his body was sooooo nice. He said, "I didn't really get a chance to meet you last night and I'm not going to be here long today, but I'd like to get to know you a little. Do you mind if we chat for awhile?" "No, sure," I answered. "Pull up a chair. I'm not doing anything special." This was certainly true, but more importantly, it gave me a chance to look at him some more. Not only was his face very attractive, but his chest was well-defined, although not muscular, with a small patch of hair in the center and a thin trail of hair leading from his navel down into his briefs. His legs were long and attractive, again not muscular, but well built, more like a runner's legs. And lastly, I couldn't take my eyes off his briefs. I really couldn't see anything, but for some reason, I was terribly turned on by looking at them. I tried not to be obvious about looking at his body, but it was hard for me to look anywhere else. He picked up the chair by the dresser and brought it over, sitting close to the head of the bed with his knees almost touching it. I was still in my pajamas of course, but not under the covers. I put my book aside and sat up, leaning my back against the wall, my pillow on my lap and laying my arms on it. He asked me about where I lived and so on and I gave him the basic details about my life. He was a great listener and he was very easy to talk to. All the time though, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Not only did his legs turn me on, but his chest and arms were so damn sexy. I longed to be able to touch him, but I just wasn't sure how he'd react. "So," he went on, "what did your sister tell you about me?" "Not much," I answered. "She just said you were a guy she knew who was on leave from the Navy and needed a place to stay for the night." "She didn't tell you how we know each other?" "No." "We met at a club for gays and lesbians," he smiled. "We don't have a lot in common but when I said I'd need a place for tonight, she offered to let me stay. She said her kid brother would be staying with her and that I might like to meet you. Besides, she knew I liked young guys like you." "You mean you're gay?" "Yes," he said, "does that bother you?" "Uh, I don't think so, I ... I don't know. I've never met a gay guy before. You mean you have sex with guys? Blow jobs and things like that?" "Well, yeah, I've done things like that. A friend introduced me to gay sex when I was 16 and I've never regretted it. But back to you for a few minutes if you don't mind a personal question. You're a very good looking guy, Greg, but I noticed you haven't said a word about dating or sex at all. Don't tell me you're a virgin?" "Uh – yes, I am," I said sort of embarrassed. "It just hasn't worked out for me to do much. I don't have any transportation and all the intelligent, pretty girls already have boyfriends." "Do you go to school parties or other activities?" "No, I just pretty much stay at home and do things with my father." "Then your father isn't doing you any favors, Greg. By the time I was your age, I had had sex at least 10 times. You're certainly old enough and you ought to be doing something about it. You're at the age when you ought to be having sex regularly – and with your looks it would be really easy for you. Sex is a really great thing and unfortunately you're missing out." "But what can I do about it? I just don't have any opportunities," I answered. He smiled. "You have many, many opportunities. Become friendlier with the girls, flirt with them, go to parties, just socialize more. It isn't easy and like most things it takes practice before you get good at it. But if you never try, you'll never get any better. So do it." "Or if you like guys, you just have to hang out in the right places. You live in California? Near a beach? Go there, wear a sexy swimsuit and just walk up and down until you see a guy watching you. Then sit down near him for awhile and see if he pays any attention to you. Be a little obvious that you would like him to talk to you – or start a conversation yourself. Or you can go to swimming pools or the gym, especially in winter. Hang around, make yourself available. Just remember, you're not looking for friends, you're looking for guys that look hot to you and that you'd like to have sex with." "I've noticed you looking at me," he continued, "in fact you can't seem to take your eyes off me. Do you find me attractive? "Uh ...," I was confused and had no idea what I should say. After a minute or two, he said, "It's all right, don't be shy." "Uh ...," still not getting anything out. "Do you want to touch me? I don't mind." I sat up on the edge of the bed facing him and reached out with my hand and touched his leg lightly, letting my hand rest just above the knee. "Do you like that?" I nodded. "Do you find it exciting?" I sort of choked out, "uh, yes." "Don't be so damn shy," he said. And he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his semi-hard cock inside and squeezed softly with my fingers. He watched me intently while I did this. "Maybe you'll find this even more exciting." He stood up and pushed his briefs down and stepped out of them. His cock was halfway hard and was rising. It looked like it was 7" or a little more. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, it was so beautiful. It continued to rise as I watched. There was a dark bush of hair all around it (I find pubic hair very exciting.) He took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his almost hard cock. It was amazing. I looked straight at it and rubbed my fingers around the head. The head was slightly purple and was leaking some clear fluid. He removed my hand and put his hands on my head and pulled my face towards his crotch until his cock was almost touching my lips. "Go on," he said, "take it." It had a slight musky odor and I couldn't help parting my lips as he pushed it forward towards them. My mouth wasn't fully open when it touched my lips, but I let the head slide in until I could run my tongue over it. "Ahhhhhhhh," he moaned, "that's it, Greg. You're doing so good. Take a little more of it." He pushed, sliding it in about half-way and then he slowly began fucking my mouth. After a couple of minutes, he pulled off my pajama top and began playing with my nipples. This really got me excited. He pushed me back onto the bed, his cock falling out of my mouth, and grabbed my pajama bottoms and yanked them off so that I was completely nude too. He laid down beside me, kissing me and playing with my nipples, making them harder than they'd ever been. "Are you enjoying this, Greg?" he whispered. I answered, "It's fantastic!" And I immediately moaned as his fingers found my cockhead and began rubbing it. He sucked on my nipples and then kissed his way from my chest to my neck and to my lips, pushing his tongue between them and opening my mouth to his passion. At the same time, he had been stroking my cock and, as his tongue went into my mouth, I began to cum. He continued to kiss me with his fingers sliding on my shooting cock, making me cum even more. The cum shot up onto my chest, some hitting at the base of my neck, the last shots in my pubes. He stopped kissing me, but his fingers kept still milking my cock with cum still dribbling out. He raised up a little looking down at my body and the cum in spots all over it. "Very nice, Greg! I love making a guy shoot like that." His fingers traced some of the cum on my chest while I was still catching my breath and then he licked them, amazing me. "I think we might want to clean that up a little before we do any more," he laughed. He got up and walked out of the room bare-assed and came back with a roll of toilet paper. "Here clean yourself up while I go get something." I took some of the toilet paper and wiped all the cum off me as well as I could. I still felt sticky, but that was OK. I put the toilet paper on the floor and laid back, enjoying the feeling of what I had just been through. Jon came back in again with a bottle that he said was lotion that he always carried with him. "OK, Greg, roll-over, I'm going to give you one of my famous back rubs," he smiled. I rolled over and he positioned me in the middle of the bed, but up near the top. He opened the bottle and poured some of the lotion over my shoulders and upper back. He straddled my back and then leaned over and began rubbing the lotion in very smoothly. I could feel his balls and cock on my back as he did this. He started very lightly and then somewhat harder, making me groan as he worked on my back muscles. He slowly moved lower and lower until he was sitting on my legs and rubbing lotion into my ass cheeks. This felt so good and was such a turn on that I was getting hard again and I lifted up to re-position myself. He took advantage of this and had me raise myself up on my knees so that my ass was more in the air. He used his knees to spread my legs and then leaned down and began kissing my ass. He reached under and massaged my balls as he kissed along my ass crack. When he got to my hole, he used his tongue to lick around the rim. Needless to say, I'd never even imagined that someone would do this to me and it felt wonderful. I lifted my ass up to his mouth and he spread my cheeks wider as he licked at my hole. He stuck his face in my ass and began probing with his tongue, pushing it in as deep as he could, over and over again. As he tongue fucked me, his hand was rubbing my cockhead. I moaned louder, unable to contain the feelings he was giving me. He kept licking at my ring and probing with his tongue, getting my ass really wet with his spit. He got some more lotion and rubbed it around the rim of my hole with his index finger and then began pushing it slowly into me. "What are you doing?" I gasped, feeling this strange intrusion into my body. "Just showing you another one of your erogenous areas, Greg," he said. The ass is one of the hottest things about a guy and you've got one of the sexiest I've ever seen. Close your eyes and feel what I'm doing to you." He pulled his finger out, put some more lotion on my hole and then pushed it inside me with his finger. It felt strange yet good as his finger went deeper and deeper and he massaged the walls of my asshole. He was still stroking my cock and he must have massaged my hole with his finger for a couple of minutes before he put a second finger in, using both now, turning and twisting them, pushing them in and out until I began to move my ass in rhythm with them, pushing back each time he pushed them in. His fingers were sliding easily into me now and every time he went deep, they touched a spot which felt so wonderful that I shivered each time it happened. I was enjoying it a lot. But he pulled his fingers out and moved up between my legs, bending over my back. I was still on my knees and elbows and it was easy for him to reach my hard cockshaft and my hard nipples with one of his hands. With his other hand, he took his cock and slid it up and down my crack, pouring some lotion on both as he tweaked my nipples and kissed my back and neck. I don't know why, but as his cock slid lower and lower in my crack, I opened my legs wider and lifted up until his cockhead hit my hole. He held onto my shoulders and pushed his hips forward, his cockhead pushing against my hole. "Greg," he said softly. "I want to make love to you. You're a very sexy guy and I can tell you need it." He pushed a little harder and I could feel my ass opening up to him. I moaned a little, wanting it but not sure what it would be like. He kissed my neck and shoulders some more, still playing with my nipples. "Tell me you want it, Greg. Tell me you want to feel my cock in your pretty ass." "I, uhhhh, I w—want it," I choked out. "But d...don't hur..rt me, p..please." "Good boy," he said. He applied more and more pressure until the head went into my hole, eliciting a groan from me as it forced my ass open more to accommodate it. It felt weird and not too bad until he had about an inch in and it started to hurt. "Stop it, Jon, it hurts!" I cried. He stopped pushing, his cockhead lodged in my ass. "It's ok, Greg," he said softly, rubbing my back and kissing my neck lightly, "it always hurts at first. Relax, breath deeply and just let it happen. It'll feel better in a minute or two as your ass muscles adjust." I breathed deeply and tried spreading my legs further. Jon kept kissing my neck and reaching under and playing with my nipples. I guess he sensed I was ready for more because he pushed his cock into me further. It was easier now and he rocked back and forth a little, the head going a little deeper each time. He reached down further and found my cock and stroked it. As it hardened I felt him going in further and further until he grunted and I felt his pubes up against my ass cheeks. "God, I love a virgin ass," he groaned as he held his cock deep inside me. He held me close for a minute or two, our bodies wrapped together, his chest against my back. Finally, he began moving his hips slowly, his cock pulling out a little and going back in. I'm not sure how I felt. I think I was overwhelmed that I could give this wonderful guy pleasure with my body and I welcomed his cock every time it went into me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side and kissed my cheek. His hips started moving faster, his cock going in and out of my ass, over and over. It was sliding in and out easier now and I started pushing back against him each time it went in. There was still a little pain but my body was responding to being taken by him, by his cock making me feel a part of him. I wanted more and more. He must have fucked me slowly like that for about 10 minutes, our bodies rubbing together, his cock making slurping noises as it slowly went in and out of my ass. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled them up higher and began moving his cock in and out of me faster, his pelvis hitting my ass harder each time. I tried squeezing my asshole when he started to pull out just to see how he would react. "Oh yeah, Greg! Squeeze that hole, suck my cock with your ass! I'm gonna plant my seed in you soon! I'm gonna shoot a ton of sperm deep into you!" "Fuck me, Jon! Make my body yours! I want to feel your cum in me!!!" He slapped my ass and pounded his cock into me until I almost forgot there was another world, I was so deeply into it. "OHHHHH FUCCKKKK!", he shouted and he froze as his cock began pumping his juice into my hole. He held my hips tight and shoved his cock as deep as it would go as his body jerked and deposited his seed deep inside me." I was overwhelmed with feeling and knew I'd somehow never be the same again. He bent over me, his cock still deep inside of me, and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders, breathing heavily. "God that was good," he said softly. "Are you alright, Greg? I didn't hurt you too much did I?" "Yeh, I'm fine. I liked it," I answered. "That was awesome!" He pulled back and his cock slipped out of my hole. "Hold it there, Greg. Let me get a towel so we don't get too much on the sheets." He came back a minute later and wiped my ass off. I could feel his cum oozing slowly out of me. He laid another towel on the bed and turned me over on top of it. I stretched out and he put his arms around me and held me. New York Trip Ch. 01 We kissed slowly, loving each other. He kissed my forehead and my cheeks and my neck and down to my chest, slowly savoring my body with each touch of his lips. Then he started licking and biting my nipples. I had no idea they'd be that sensitive. It felt wonderful. In the meantime, his hand had moved down to my groin and his fingers were tracing through my pubic hair all around my cock. He grasped it lightly and began rubbing the head with the palm of his hand. I was as hard as I had ever been. But he kept it easy and soft and kept tantalizing me, keeping me hard. He ran his tongue over my stomach, stopping to kiss in a few places. Then he tongued my belly button sending shivers through my body. I giggled, "stop, pleease, that tickles." He moved his hand from my cock to my nipples, pinching them and looked up. "I love your body, Greg. It's so beautiful. I can't get enough of it!" He lifted one of my legs and moved between them so he could see the length of my body, from my cock to my chest to my face. He leaned over and kissed down my treasure trail and then all around my very hard cock, licking the balls and taking each of them into his mouth, one at a time, and sucking softly on them. Then, with my cock flat on my stomach, he kissed up the shank, going up and down several times. Finally, he licked around the glans and then opened his lips and took my cock into his hot mouth. I groaned and lifted up, my cock sliding through his lips to the back of his throat. He pulled off and looked up at me. "Oh no you don't, we're gonna do this at my pace. Don't rush it, Greg." He put his hands on my hips, holding me down, as he again took my cock in his mouth, slowly sucking it in, his tongue running all over the shaft and head, surrounding it with the warmth of his mouth. He tightened his lips and slowly raised his head, letting my cock be pulled out. He inhaled deeply and took all of my shaft in and repeated the process, sometimes twisting his head back and forth as my cock withdrew. I was on fire, never had I felt such feelings before. It felt like all my nerve endings were centered in my cock and they were in ecstasy. I put my hands on his head and played with his hair and ears as I watched his lips sliding up and down my shaft. I got close several times, but each time he slowed down and seemed to savor just holding my cock in this mouth. Finally, he started rubbing the spot just under my balls and stroking my cock with his lips faster and faster. Each time he'd take it all the way in, he'd hold it there and use his tongue on the underside, rubbing the tip of his tongue just under the glans. It didn't take me long then. He took my cock as deep as he could and I could feel it hitting the back of his throat. He stroked it with his tongue and set up some sort of vibration with his lips and the cum just surged out of me, exploding into his mouth and down his throat over and over. Even though he was still holding me down, my hips lifted up as I came into his waiting mouth. I tried to pull him off after the last spurt, but he resisted and kept sucking on my cock until it slowly started to soften. Finally, he slid his lips off of it, sucking on the head one last time. He moved up on the bed next to me and murmured, "I really love the taste of fresh virgin boy cum – and yours is smooth and sweet." He then leaned over and gave me a long deep kiss. I kissed him back and could taste my cum in his mouth as we kissed for the next several minutes. "Oh I forgot," he said grinning. "You're not exactly a virgin anymore, are you? But I guess it's close enough." I blushed. "Hey what time is it, Greg?" "Almost noon," I replied. "Shit, I have to go. I wish we had more time." Jon got up and wiped himself off. "I've gotta get out of here, but tell you what. I'll be staying at my friend's place for the next couple of weeks until my leaves over. He's got a young guy about your age living with him right now. Would you like to come over for dinner while you're here some night this week?" Wanting a chance to see him again and possibly have more sex, I answered, "I'd really like to, but I'll have to check with my sister." "Well, here's the number I'll be at. Give me a call and let me know. I'd love to see you again while you're here." With that, he showered, dressed and left soon after. I did check with my sister and it turned out she had to work on Wednesday evening and so I called Jon and let him know. He was really enthusiastic and said he'd pick me up at 6 pm on Wednesday. He also said to tell my sister that he would get me home safely, but that it might be late and not to worry. Stay tuned for the sequel, "New York Trip, part 2". *************************************** I'm always eager to hear comments about my stories. Feel free to email me through the link below. I'd love to hear what you think. New York Trip Ch. 02 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teen boys and men. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or if viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! There's a lot more sex in this chapter than in the first, so I suspect most of you will really enjoy it. If you do, please email me and let me know if it turned you on. ****************************** The time until Wednesday night went by very fast. I had a good time roaming around NY during the day and my sister and I went to a Broadway show Tuesday night that I really enjoyed. When Wednesday arrived, I began to get a little nervous. I didn't know how to dress, but was afraid that the clothes I had brought with me might not be good enough and I didn't want to wear a suit shirt, so I bought a nice short sleeve shirt during the day and I found a neat short silver necklace that a lot of guys my age were wearing. I thought it looked good against my rather pale white skin and made me feel sexy. I made it home about 5 pm and, after a quick shower, was ready to go by a little after 5:30. I decided to wait outside for Jon so that he wouldn't have to find a parking place. Jon pulled up in an old Chevy a few minutes after 6 and I hopped in. "Hi Greg, good to see you," Jon said as he patted me on the leg. "It's great that you were able to come to dinner tonight. I was really hoping I'd be able to see you again while you're here." "You look really good," he continued. "Nice shirt ... plus I love the necklace, it really makes your neck look very sexy." He drove for a while through the streets of Brooklyn, pointing out a few places here and there while he drove. Then he said: "There's one thing I have to ask you. Are you ok after last weekend? There's one thing funny about having sex with another person. You're never sure how they're going to feel about you the next day or two. Are you ok with me? No regrets?" I looked at him, noticing the worried look on his face. "No, I'm fine, Jon. I really appreciate your opening my eyes ... even my world for me. I feel different somehow, but I'm ok with it. I feel somehow older, more mature in such a short time. I probably should thank you ... really, I mean it." "That's wonderful, Greg," he replied. His hand returned to my leg, rubbing it. "I hope you enjoy tonight, Greg. Both of these guys are really fun and I think you'll like them. They're both gay and it will be interesting to see how you get along with them. Paul is a little older than me by about a year. He can get carried away sometimes though and be rather open about some things, saying things that you might find surprising or shocking. Just go with it – Paul's got a good heart and he never says anything to hurt anyone. And I think you'll really enjoy Ronny. Ronny grew up here and really knows the city. He's 19 which I think is a year older than you. His parents kept giving him grief about his lifestyle, so Paul let him move in with him. Ronny's a very amusing, fun-loving kid – plus he's very, very sexy." Jon laughed softly as if remembering something about Ronny. I spread my legs slightly, enjoying Jon's hand on them. He shifted his hand until it was on my crotch, continuing to rub. It felt so good, but I had to reach into my pants and straighten out my dick 'cause it was getting hard. "I do have to warn you though about us gay guys, Greg. Sex is something very natural to us and we're much more open about it than heterosexuals. Both of these guys are going to be blown away by you and your looks and they're both going to want to have sex with you. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I can take you home. On the other hand, if you want to broaden your horizons," Jon stopped talking for a second and chuckled, "this could be an excellent opportunity for you and you'll probably have a lot of fun if you go along with it." "Well, we're here. Now let's see if I can find a parking place." We found a place about a block away and then walked to the apartment house where Jon's friends lived. We went up the stairs to the second floor to the first door on the right. Jon knocked and a few seconds later it opened. The man in the doorway was bigger than Jon and more muscular. He had very well muscled forearms and I bet the rest of him looked very strong too. His shirt fit tightly across his chest and outlined his pecs, leaving little to the imagination. Paul had opened the door and greeted his friend Jon and the boy Jon had brought to dinner. The boy was very cute, plus he was slim, but probably not an athlete. He had the kind of lankiness that Paul had always found very sexy. The boy's hair was a little shaggy and he had short bangs that emphasized his youthfulness. The boy's lips were also very full and Paul knew he would like very much to kiss them. Jon introduced him, "Greg, this is Paul. "Hi Greg – wow! Jon said you were cute, but he didn't say you were so awesome! And Jon got your cherry, the lucky bastard! How many is that now, Jon? Seven or eight?" "Cut it out, Paul. You're embarrassing Greg – not to mention me. And it's nine if you're keeping count." We stood around for a few minutes and joked and chatted. I looked over at Ronny who was standing next to Paul and liked what I saw. He was a couple of inches shorter than me but very cute. He said he was 19 but he had one of those faces that made him look about 16. "Dinner's just about ready," Paul said. "I hope you'll like it, Greg. Ronny and I have been slaving over it for almost an hour getting it ready!" he chuckled. "Neither of us are great cooks, but we have a lot of fun messing around in the kitchen." We laughed at that and walked over to the table which was set for the 4 of us. Paul and Ronny went into the kitchen and then were back out shortly with plates full of spaghetti and a bowl full of salad. We all sat down and the salad was passed to each of us. Paul got up again and went back out into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of red wine. "Alright, who wants wine?" he smiled. We all raised our hands. He chuckled. "Well, Jon can have some – after all he brought it. But you boys are going to have to do something special to get any." He seemed to think for a second. "I know! You can have as much wine as want – if you eat dinner without your shirts on!" Ronny looked at me and I looked at him. "Damn," he said, "I definitely want some wine - so no problem!" He quickly took his shirt off revealing a smooth boyish chest. I really liked the look of him and the trail of hair going from his navel into his pants really turned me on. Ronny held out his glass and Paul promptly filled it. "Alright, Greg, what about you? Do you want some?" I didn't want to be the only one without wine – and if Ronny didn't mind, I guess I wouldn't either, so I slowly pulled my shirt off. "Undershirt too, Greg," Paul told me. I pulled it off over my head and sat back down. "Very nice, Greg. I like that necklace on you, it looks great against your skin," Paul said as he filled my glass and poured for himself and Jon before sitting down. The spaghetti was very good and the wine was great. I'm afraid I must have had 3 or 4 glasses before dinner was over and I was feeling very happy. During dinner, I had told Paul and Ronny about myself and my trip out and how much I had enjoyed it. Ronny talked some about how he had come to live with Paul and how much better it was away from his family who didn't seem to understand him. When we finished, everyone took their dishes out to the kitchen and Ronny and I volunteered to do the washing. "OK, Greg, you want to wash or dry?" Ronny asked. "Doesn't matter to me," I replied, looking around the small kitchen. "Good, I hate to wash!" Ronny smiled, "You get to do it – here's the soap." So we got to work cleaning the dishes. I made up some hot soapy water and plunged the dishes and silverware into it. Paul put on some Latin music in the other room and Ronny and I danced to it while we were washing and drying, laughing and moving our bodies sexily to the music while we worked. We were almost done when Paul danced into the kitchen to see how we were doing. He stood behind us, watching for a few minutes, lost in the image of our asses swaying to the beat. Then he moved up behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and moved his body closer and closer to mine in time to the music. He molded his pelvis against me and we swayed together. I could feel his cock harden against my ass, his body and mine locked in rhythm together. He brought his lips close to my ear and said softly, "I'm going to FUCK you tonight Greg. I'm going to FUCK you so good that your hot ass will remember it for the rest of your life. Each time I thrust my hard dick up into you, your boy pussy is going to love every second of it and you're going to want it to go on forever and ever and ever!" His hands moved down from my shoulders and over my chest, pinching my nipples and caressing my abs, making me shiver with passion. I pressed my ass back into him and felt his hard cock pulse against me. My own cock grew harder and harder and I knew it wouldn't take much more of this to get it harder than iron. His hands moved back up and pinched my nipples again, harder this time, and he leaned closer and licked my ear lobe, pulling me even closer at the same time. Ronny was watching with a smile on his face, enjoying the effect that Paul's loving was having on me. "Oh yeah, baby – you're one hot sex machine, aren't you?" Paul murmured in my ear. "Let's see just how 'hot' you are." He opened my belt from behind and pushed a hand into my pants, sliding it down into my briefs, his fingers finding my erect cock and caressing the shaft. I moaned. He pushed down my pants and briefs until they fell to my feet. Then he grabbed my hips and turned me around, squatting at the same time. My hard cock was right in his face now. He looked up at me, smiling slightly, and without a word, he slid his lips over my cockhead. He pulled on my hips and my cock sank deep into his mouth. I could feel his tongue washing all around my shaft and then he began rubbing his tongue on my shaft, just under the head. At the same time, he was holding my ass and making me move it back and forth. I got the hint and started fucking his mouth, my hands steadying myself on his head. Jon walked into the kitchen then and said, "Hey, what am I missing? And then quietly, "Oh, I see." He and Ronny stood silently and watched the show. Paul's mouth was so smooth and hot, sliding up and down my hard cock. I watched it going in and out of his mouth and I knew I wouldn't last too long, because his mouth and tongue were giving me feelings I had never even imagined before. Paul moved his hands up while he continued to suck on me and started twisting my nipples. That's all it took for me to start cumming. My sperm boiled up my balls and shot into his hot mouth. His cheeks went in and out and you could see him actually swallowing my warm cum as it filled his mouth and then went down his throat. I shuddered as I shot the last of my cum into his sucking mouth and almost collapsed on him, but Jon held me up as Paul sucked the last of my cum from me. He stood up then and french kissed me and I could taste my cum on his tongue. "That was really nice, Greg. Best after dinner drink I've ever had!" Jon laughed, "I see you've gotten better acquainted with Paul, Greg! It looked like you really enjoyed that!!" I sheepishly smiled. "That was AMAZING!!! I can't believe he did that! It was awesome!" I started to pull up my pants, but Paul held them down. "No need for those now, Greg. You've got a beautiful body and I'm sure we'd all like to be able to look at it the rest of the evening!" he laughed. We finished cleaning up the kitchen and all went out into the living room. Paul turned on the TV and we watched a wrestling show where two hunky guys were trying to pin each other. They weren't bad looking, but I wish they'd been younger. "You know, Greg," Jon said, "in early Greece, where the Olympics are from, guys used to do all their sporting events in the nude, even wrestling. I bet it was a great sight to see, those hot oiled bodies grabbing each other and trying to pin someone to the mat." "I know just what I'd use to pin them with too!" Paul joked. I looked over at Ronny, smiling, "Hey Ronny, let's wrestle Greek style!" Ronny quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes and we fell on the floor and started wrestling with each other. We wrestled all over the living room floor, knocking against furniture, both grunting and laughing at the same time. Our bodies rubbed against each other and about every minute, one of us would grab the others balls or cock and give them a yank. We tried several different holds on each other and I came close to pinning him a couple times. I thought I had him once and he grabbed my head and pulled it down and gave me a really passionate kiss and I had to let him go just so I could breathe. We were both out of breath when I finally got him down on his back and sat on his legs. We were both smiling and I was enjoying my triumph over this hot, sexy guy. I got on my knees and leaned over and kissed his cute face on both cheeks and lips. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down and gave me a slow, passionate kiss, our tongues playing with each other. He spread his legs further and then raised them and wrapped them around my waist. Our cocks, which were already semi-hard, rubbed against each other and I moved my hips back and forth increasing the feeling. I kissed his neck and down his chest. His nipples were hard and I licked around the brown patch around them and then sucked on each of them lightly until they hardened. He moaned and held my face in place so that I could suck on them more thoroughly. Jon and Paul had been quietly sitting on the couch, enjoying the sight of our young teen bodies. I had almost forgotten they were there until Paul said with a grin, "Hey John, it looks like we're finally getting somewhere." I twisted around and found Ronny's hard 8 inches starting me in the face. Ronny was quicker than I was to react and I felt his wet lips encircling my cock. I didn't waste any time and started sucking feverishly on him. It didn't take long before we were both ready to shoot but Ronny had other ideas. He turned me onto my back and sat on my stomach, leaning over and kissing me again. I moved back up to his face and we lay there, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. Ronny had this expectant look on his face and was rubbing the heels of his feet against my ass. He reached down and took my cockshaft in his hand and rubbed the head, coating it with my precum. Then he slid up a little and forced my cock past his dick and under his balls until it was pressed up against his crack. I looked down at him into his eyes. I'd never fucked anyone before and that's what it seemed I was about to do! Jon picked up a tube and got up and moved over by us, "Hold on one second, Greg. Put Ronny's legs on your shoulders first. That'll make it a better angle and easier for both of you." Then he squeezed some stuff out of the tube and rubbed it onto my hard cock and a little onto Ronny's ass. "Ronny loves to fuck, Greg. Try to take it easy at first and enjoy yourself." I grabbed Ronny's ankles and lifted them up until they were resting on my shoulders. I could feel his ass raise up further and my cock seemed to nestle against his puckered hole. Ronny moaned as I pushed my hips forward and my cock started spreading his ass ring. I kept on pressing until my cockhead slipped in. He grunted and shifted his hips up a little and my cock sank all the way into him He moaned in pleasure and I held it deep inside him while I leaved down and kissed him. As we kissed, his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. At the same time, I started moving my cock in and out of his ass. The feeling was so intense!!! Jon urged me on, "Go ahead, Greg, fuck him, fuck him! He really wants it. Take long slow strokes, almost pull out and then shove it back in again slowly." His asshole was wrapped around my cock so tightly that I would have cum right away if I hadn't already had that bj earlier and if we hadn't been going slow. Paul was standing now next to Jon and they were both watching us and quietly talking to each other. Isn't that a great sight, Paul?" Jon said. "Two beautiful teenage boys fucking like that. It doesn't get much hotter, does it?" They were obviously enjoying watching us since both had their cocks out and were stroking. I started making longer, faster strokes and you could hear the sucking sound of his ass each time on each of my out strokes and slapping together of our bodies as I drove deep into him.. From there, our hips just sort of took over and our fucking grew hotter and faster. "Wow, Jon," Paul exclaimed. "Do we look THAT good when we're fucking, Jon? Look at those great bodies going at it!!" "You have to be young and slim, Paul," Jon replied softly. "Yeh, they do look very, very hot together." Ronny and I were lost in each other. I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was 'cause his hips met each of my thrusts and his moans and soft cries made me even hotter if that was possible. I could feel myself getting close and I increased my tempos with faster, shorter and deeper strokes. My eyes seemed to glaze over and all I could think of was how it kept feeling better and better. I slammed into him a few more times before I felt my orgasm coming and I held my cock as deep in him as I could as I shot my sperm into his insides. It seemed to last a long time before my balls were drained. I found I had my eyes closed and opened them to look down and see Ronny's grinning face. I leaned down and kissed him. He wrapped his legs around me and held me in him while we kissed. "Thanks," he said softly. "That was wonderful." We lay there together, me on top of him, for several minutes before we separated. I must have shot a pretty big load because my cum started dripping out of him. Jon handed both of us towels and we wiped ourselves off and then headed into the kitchen and got some drinks. When we came back out in the living room, Paul and Jon were sitting next to each other and chatting about something, occasionally looking at me. Both of them were naked now and Paul had his hand in Jon's lap and was playing with Jon's semi-hard cock. It was clear the evening wasn't over yet. I was familiar with Jon's cock of course, but I hadn't seen Paul's before. It was larger than Jon's, and would probably be a little over 8" when it was hard. It was thicker and had a large flared, almost purple head. I would have liked to look at it closer, but Paul got up and went into the bathroom saying he'd be back in a few minutes. Jon looked at Ronny. He got a half grin on his face as he looked at the young teen's lean body. "Hey Ronny, come over here. Let's have some fun and put on a show for Greg. That is if he didn't wear you out!" Ronny smiled and winked at me and then went over to Jon and sat beside him. Jon leaned over and kissed Ronny and Ronny kissed him back. Ronny moved his hand over to Jon's crotch and began stroking Jon's already hard cock. I stood there by the dinner table and leaned over the back of a chair and watched. They sat there kissing for a while and then Ronny got on his knees and straddled Jon while they continued kissing. He took Jon's cock and rubbed it against his ass and then raised up and positioned himself over it and slowly lowered himself. I saw Jon's hard cock slowly disappear into Ronny's boy hole as Ronny lowered himself further and further. What a sight that was! I had never seen anyone get fucked before and Jon and Ronny were going to do it right in front of me! New York Trip Ch. 02 I was lost in the wonder and eroticism of the scene when I sensed Paul move up behind me. "That's quite a sight, isn't it Greg. You know what Ronny's feeling, don't you, Greg. After all, you had Jon's cock inside you just a few days ago. You like what you're seeing?" I nodded, not able to take my eyes off the fucking couple. "Ronny really likes a hard cock inside of him, he just can't seem to get enough. I already fucked him once this morning and again this afternoon. And then you did him and now Jon. Look at the expression on his face, Greg, the kid's in heaven." I nodded again. "Why don't you just stand there and watch, Greg, and I'll see what I can do to get you even more turned on." Paul ran his hands over my back, pressing up against me. I could feel his cock against me and it felt good. He kissed the back of my neck and then on down my spine until he was on his knees. He kissed my ass in several places and then he bent me over a nearby chair. He used his hands to spread my ass cheeks further apart and he licked up and down my crack. It felt good, but it wasn't until I felt the tip of his tongue probing my asshole that I really started to get turned on again. "God! What are you doing, Paul?!" I moaned. "Don't worry about it, just keep watching them and I'll take care of you and show you a good time." He spread my cheeks further and I could feel him pushing his tongue into my hole. He was using lots of spit and I could feel it getting really wet down there. Then I felt a finger touch my hole. It felt very greasy and Paul was able to slowly push it into me. I pushed back and it went in deeper. He pushed it in and out several times and then took it out. But a second or two later he was pushing it in again and it felt even slipperier. He repeated this several times and then it felt like he was pushing in 2 or 3 fingers. I was still watching Jon and Ronny fuck on the couch. Ronny was still on Jon's lap but he had turned around and Jon had ahold of his hips and was raising him up and down on his slick cock. Ronny was moaning and making soft squealing noises each time Jon's cock went deep into him. One of Jon's hands was caressing Ronny's chest and the other was slowly jacking Ronny's stiff cock. Paul got up on his feet behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me back a little, and bent me over further so that I was leaning over the chair more. I could feel his large cock rubbing against my ass and he spread my legs a further apart. "Alright Greg, it's time. I know this is going to make you real happy!" And I could feel the pressure against my asshole as he pushed his cock against it. I was so excited at watching Jon and Ronny fuck that I wanted it too. Paul held my hips tight as his cock found my opening and made its way into me. I could feel it get just past my tight ass ring before it began to hurt some. "Take it easy, Paul," I begged, "it's starting to hurt!" "Just relax, Greg, I'll take it slow for you – but I've got to have that cute ass of yours! Just relax, kid, you're too tense." He held it in me for a minute until he felt me relax and then he pushed more until it was about half in. It sure felt big, but the pain had past and it was beginning to feel good! I wiggled my ass a little and he pulled out a little and then started fucking me with short strokes. I could feel him going a little deeper each time and it wasn't long before I felt his balls hitting mine. "Yeh, boy!" Paul cried, "That's it, move that teen ass for me." Paul was now going so deep that each time he went in, I could feel him rubbing against something. Each time it hit it, I got an erotic jolt so strong that I moaned or cried. My dick which had been soft when he started was beginning to stand up again. Jon grunted and groaned and I looked at his face and I could tell he was shooting his sperm deep inside Ronny. Ronny was moaning and a second later, Jon's stroking brought him off and his cum shot onto his stomach and Jon's hands. It almost made me forget what was happening to me, but not quite. Paul was going faster and faster and grunting each time he sank himself all the way into me. I was sweating now and very turned on. I almost couldn't wait for his cock to drive into me again, it was that bad. I started pushing my ass back at him each time he thrust into me. He was fucking me so hard now that he was moving the chair and me a foot or two with each stroke. "Oh God, Greg! I love your ass!" Paul exclaimed as he drove into me again and again. He grabbed my upper body and stood me up at an angle and pushed the chair out of the way and he kept fucking and pushing me until my hands were up against the wall. Then his fingers found my nipples and he started twisting them until they hurt. I couldn't take anymore, the pain and pleasure was too great! I groaned and cried out as the sperm shot out of my cock onto the wall and I almost passed out from the orgasm. There wasn't much cum fortunately because I had already shot off twice before and my body only had so much. Paul was lost in what he was doing too and I don't think he noticed me cumming because he kept fucking me as hard as he could. Almost before I had stopped cumming, he let out a roar and slammed into my ass really hard and held my hips tight against him. I could tell by his heavy breathing and the pulsing in my ass that he was cumming too. His hot sperm was shooting deep into my bowels. I couldn't feel much, but I knew that I was getting a really big load in me. We must have leaned against the wall for a couple of minutes, catching our breath, before he backed off, his cock making a soft popping sound as it came out of me. We both collapsed into chairs, with Jon hurriedly putting a towel on the chair before I could sit down. It was a good thing too, because I could feel Paul's cum starting to drip out of me. We sat and talked a little while longer before Jon said he thought he'd probably better get me back to my sister's before it got too late. We dressed and then left. Both Paul and Ronny kissed me and said they'd really enjoyed the evening. "I did too. It was amazing! I wish I could come back!" It was a quiet drive back to my sister's. Jon was able to find a parking space near her apartment and we sat in the car and talked for awhile. "So, Greg, are you going to be alright? The last few days have been really different for you, I'm sure," Jon chuckled. "I think so, Jon, but I don't know what I'm going to do when I get home. I don't know anybody who I can have fun with like we did tonight." I frowned. "There are places you can go to meet guys. Greg, You're too young to go to clubs of course, but you can join a gym, go to the beach and hang around a lot. With your looks, there will be lots of guys who will come on to you." He thought for a minute. "But stay away from the guys that are much older than you, don't encourage them. You'll be better off with guys closer to your own age. The older guys might be into scenes that you wouldn't be comfortable with and which you wouldn't understand." "Oh, and another thing, Greg," he added, "in the future, always use some protection. I know we didn't tonight, but I think we're all clean. But you don't want to get VD. Sure they have drugs now that can cure most of it, but it's downright embarrassing to have to go into some doctor's office and explain how you got it!" He fondled my crotch, making me harden a little, and then leaned over and kissed me. "Take care, Greg, I know I'm going to miss you. Please write once in a while and let me know how you're doing. And if I'm ever out in California, I'll try to look you up." He kissed me on the lips for a minute and then I got out of the car and watched him drive away. I felt a loss inside but I really felt that maybe I'd see Jon again someday. I'm always eager to hear comments about my stories. Feel free to email me. I'd love to hear what you think and if it affected you in any way. Also, if you have any ideas about what Greg might get into when he gets back to California, let me know. Maybe there will be a third chapter.