Fuck it like its hot 2 #375

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I was between graduating High School and joining the military, living in a very small apartment complex in L.A. County. Glenn, his girlfriend Julie and I were coworkers at the local In and Out hamburger when we were invited to a cool costume party.

We were hanging out at my place discussing what we going to wear to the big costume party. �How about we go as members of the Mod Squad?� Glenn said. Julie looked puzzled �Who are the Mod Squad?� �Never mind� Glenn shook his head in disbelief. �Look� I intervened �We have to come up with something that is not only related to the whole Television theme but let�s try and find a show where there are two guys and a girl as the stars!�

�T.J. Hooker!� Julie blurted out. �Huh?� Glen and I said at the same time. �You know that new T.V. show with that guy. You know that guy from space�

Both Glenn and I were confused as Julie tried to �mime� the lead character from T.J. Hooker. �He had that spaceship and he was on like a five month long mission.� Then her eyes got really big �Captain Kirk!� She excitedly said. �Oh, you mean William Shatner� I replied. Glenn snapped his finger is an approving way �Yea man, think about it!� he was looking at me �The main characters are two guys and a gal!�

I smiled �I think we have a winner�

The following day at work Glenn found out that the manager changed the work schedule and now Glenn had to work the night of the party. �Man this is bullshit!� Needless to say Glenn was pissed off. �No shit dude� my reply. �What are we going to do?� I asked. �Man I don�t know� Glenn dejectedly said.

About that time Julie walked in. �Hey guys, what�s up?� Then her smile went away. �What�s the matter? It looks like someone kicked you dog� �Worst� I said. �Glenn has to work the night of the party� �That son of a bitch� Julie�s eyes filled with a hint of rage. �I take care of this!� Julie then stomped off towards the manager�s office.

I would had guessed that twenty minutes had passed when Julie can out with the, I just fucked the neighbor�s cat, look about her. �You two clowns owe me big time!� �What do you mean sweetie?� Glenn said. �You don�t have to work�

All three of had a big smile and were very happy. �How did you do it?� I asked. �Well� Julie said �Lets just say that the good old �Married� manager likes to flip more then burgers� Glenn had a disgusted look about him. �You didn�t do the manager did you?� �No!� Julie answered sharply. �But he was doing Carla� �How do you know that?� was my next question. �I didn�t but come on you have to be pretty stupid not to notice� �Yea, Pretty stupid� was my and Glenn�s response. I felt pretty stupid.

Later that night we were back at my place smoking some killer weed when Glenn asked �So baby, what do Will and I owe you for getting the night off?� Julie scratched her chin in deep thought and the she got a sheepish smile. �Have you clowns gotten you costumes yet?� Both of us replied no. �Good� was her �evil� response. �I want to go to the party as the whole T.J. Hooker thing but let�s reverse the rolls� I looked a Julie with a question in my eyes. �What do you mean?� I asked. �Simple� she said with a smirk. I will dress up as a guy and you two, being that you owe me, will be my hot, sexy bitches of the law!�

I couldn�t help but laugh. �Are you serious?� Glenn said laughing. Julie now looked a little mad now �Yes!� �Do it or I will tell the manager that you forced me to lie to him� �Now now� I said �No need to get mad� I looked over at Glenn. �Ah fuck it I�ll do it� Glenn smiled at me and said �But I�ll be a sexier bitch of the law!� Julie smile �Beside it should be a good time any way�

Over a period of two weeks Glenn, Julie and I went out bought our costumes. Julie had it the easiest because all she had to do is but some navy blue slacks and shirt. Her father was a cop and had all the cool belt and badges that we needed.

Glenn and I had some issues. Glenn stood about 5�7 and 130lbs with little body hair but like me he had some big feet, size 10 to be exact. I wore a size 12 and let me tell you it is almost impossible to find shoes that big. We were luck to find a store in Hollywood that carried ladies shoes that big.

The only thing that Glenn and I did not have to buy was a wig. Both Glenn and I had long hair and it was thick. Not as �thin� as it is today.

The next problem I had was, I stand about 5�11 and 175lbs and hairy. Let me tell you something, if you haven�t shaved you body before, don�t!

Back then there are not too many stores that carry ladies cloths for an Amazons! Fortunately Julie knew a place and with her magic of the sewing machine, she was able to make some smoking hot bitches out of Glenn and me.

After Julie finished our costumes she gave them to us and with a small gift wrapped box. �What�s this?� I asked. �Well since you two �girls� have gone all out for this party I thought I would give you a small gift�

Glenn and I ripped the boxes opened to fine a pair, silky navy blue panties. I couldn�t help but ask �How did you know I needed a pair?� All three of us laughed.

The night of the big party came and it was my turn to be the driver. As I walked to my car I got a lot of strange looks. I guess you couldn�t blame them. Earlier that day Glenn and I went to his cousin�s house to get our hair and make-up done. She was studying how to be a cosmetic artist. I had so much make-up on I thought that if I were to sneeze that make face would fall off but I did look hot!

From head to toe I was wear a small old time lady police hat, an navy blue button down blazer with a matching corset that you could see, I had a thigh length skirt on with a split that went all the way up to my hip, navy blue stockings that were being held in place with matching garter belt and of course the lovely panties that Julie had bought for Glenn and I.

Hanging from my hip was a black shinny police belt with handcuffs, holster and a toy gun. I was one sexy bitch.

I drove over to Glenn�s apartment were he had greeted me wearing the same outfit. �I�m sexier� I said with a smile. He responded with �Yea right. I �m the pretty one� and with that we hoped into my car and went to get Julie.

Once there Glenn and I got into out �sexy bitch� stance and rang Julie�s door bell. We were not ready for what we saw. There stood Julie in her P.J.�s looking like death. She was pasty white and it was obvious that she had been puking all day.

�What�s wrong Baby?� Glenn reacted. �I tried to call you two but I couldn�t get anyone� You could tell how upset she was. �Honey what is wrong?� Glenn asked again. �The Doctor said it was food poisoning� �Damn! Is there anything we can do?� I said �Yea baby, just name it� Glenn followed. �No. The doc said I have gone through the worst of it but he told me to go home and rest.� �Well we well just have to stay here� Glenn stated. �Yea, besides we can�t be sexy cops without out T.J Hooker.� Was my reply. �No you two go to the party. Besides the doc gave me some medicine that will but me to sleep.�

After some debate Julie convinced us that she was fine and to go to the party. So with some reluctance we left Julie to her bed and went.

Once at the party we were having fun. We explained that Julie had gotten food poisoning and that we were supposed to be the whole T.J. Hooker crew. After awhile both Glenn and I were feeling bad about being there without Julie.

�Do you have any weed?� Glenn asked. �Yea but its back at the house, along with some beer.� Glenn looked around and said �Look are you feeling bad about Julie?� I replied �Yea a little� �Let just blow this joint go back to your apartment and take it easy� I looked around myself and realized that the party wasn�t that �big� anyway. �Yea let�s go�

Once we got into my apartment I went to get us a couple of beers and Glenn asked where my weed was. I told him that it was in the small entertainment center I had beside the VCR.

�What�s in the VCR?� Glenn asked from the living room. �A Porno flick I think� was my answer. A few seconds later I was hearing the familiar sounds of two people fucking.

I came from the kitchen and handed Glenn his beer. He was sitting in my beat up recliner with his legs spread apart. �Oh that�s very lady like� Glenn didn�t even look up at me but simply flipped me the bird. �I got you �lady like� right here�

I chuckled at him and said �Dude you act like you never seen a porn before� �Well I haven�t for awhile now since Julie made me throw my stuff out� Glenn said with some hate in his voice. �Thrown them out!?� I gasped �Yep she said it was degrading� he said as he was exhaling his first hit of the night.

�Man dude sucks to be you� I said before I took my first hit form the bong. �Fuck you� was his only response.

The night went one and the weed and beer was deep in my blood. Both Glenn and I were pretty screwed up.

�I wonder what that feels like.� Glenn blurted from no where. �Huh? What are you talking about?� �That� Glenn pointed to the T.V. At that moment there was this hot blond sucking on some dudes dick. �What a blow job?� I said �Hasn�t Julie ever done that to you?� Glenn, still not looking away from the T.V. said �Yea she has but I�m talking about the girl. What does it feel like to have a cock in you mouth?�

Without even thinking before I opened my mouth I replied �It�s ok� When I was growing up I have had a few �gay� encounters and I kind of liked it but then kind of not.

At this time Glenn looked away from the T.V. �Wha?� what his word. �Did you just say that you have had sucked a dick before?�

I guess it was all the weed and beer but I answered with a yes. �Why do you do that?� Glenn asked. �Well it was one of those things� I panicked. �Things� Glenn retorted �Things is like locking your keys in your car or forgetting to study for a test! Not sucking a dude off!�

�Look dude it was something that happened! I�m not ashamed that I did it. It was just, well it just happened!� �How?� was Glenn�s response.

At this time he stopped watching the porno and he rotated the chair so he could look straight at me. �Listen.� I said �It was along time ago and ah just forget it!� Glenn said in a calm voice �No really tell me what happened� �Are you sure?� I said. Yes was his answer.

After getting a few more hits of weed in me I told him how I was at a friend�s house and how we got a hold of his dad�s porn. I told him how we were watching it when I saw that he was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Before to long we both had our cocks out and jerking pretty good when he asked me to suck his cock, I did. I explained in detail how he filled my mouth and how his head of his cock made my lips make a popping sound. I also explained how we got into a �69� and made each other cum.

The whole time I was telling the story to him he sat there silently. I started to notice that the thin, navy blue, panty that he was wear was beginning to stick out.

�Dude. Are you ok?� I said to him. �Yea. A matter fact I have to admit I feeling a little horney right about now� With that response I thought I was going to pass out.

�Huh� is all I could say. �Maybe it�s the weed or beer or even both but I have to admit I�m feeling horney�

I then realized that my panties were beginning to get tight. �So do you want to?� Before I could finish my sentence Glenn began to get up and walk towards me. I slide forward and extended my hand towards his hips.

Once he was in reach I ran my hands down his legs to the hem of his skirt. I felt him shaking. �We can stop� I said but grabbed my head with his hands and said No and that he needed to fuck this hot bitch!

With those words I lifted his skirt until I was able to kiss his freshly shaved legs and feel his throbbing cock against my head. Glenn started raise my head and lower his cock down to my mouth. There I started to gently bit at his cock through his panties. A loud moan filled the room on that first nibble.

�Please take my cock out� Glenn begged. I reach up to the waist band of his panties and pulled them down. His cock lurch from the tight confinement land square on my pretty red lips.

�Don�t stop!� He said. I stuck my tongue out and licked my way to the head of his cock. I reached with up with my hand and pulled his cock to my open mouth. �Oh God!� was his response.

With each thrust of his hips his grip on my head became tighter and the speed of his thrust became faster. For a moment I thought he was going to cum.

�Stop, hang on� Glenn released my head and pulled from my mouth with an alarming speed. �What�s wrong?� I asked. �Nothing. I want to try sucking you.� At that moment he fell to his knees, pushed me back into my chair and pulled my panties off.

My cock sprang to life where he quickly placed in his mouth. It almost reminded me of a child trying to eat his veggies so fast that he couldn�t taste them.

Glenn licked and sucked for a short while then stopped. �Come with me whore� He said sternly. �I want to fuck.� With that comment I became so aroused I couldn�t help but obey.

We walked to my bedroom where he proceeded to throw me on the bed. �I�m going to fuck you whore� He said with pure aggression but he had a bit of a smile in his eyes. That made me feel easy.

I couldn�t believe how turned on I was. There was Glenn in a sexy police outfit looking sexier then most women I know with a raging hard on. I couldn�t wait. I reached into my top drawer of my nightstand and pulled out some KY Jelly. �Master� I said playfully �May I make myself wet?� He smiled and said �Do it whore!�

I proceeded to rub KY on his hard cock and my boy pussy. �Master, are you ready to fuck me?�

At that time Glenn pushed me onto my back and spread my legs apart. �Hold your legs up Bitch� He said. I swear I almost came.

With one hand he guided his cock into my boy pussy and pushed deep inside of me. �Oh God!� I moaned �You like that don�t you whore?� Is what Glenn asked. �Yes please don�t stop!�

Before I knew what was going on I had found my legs on Glenn�s shoulder and felt him drive deep inside me. �Who�s fucking you bitch?� Glenn kept asking me. �You are master� was my constant reply.

Glenn was about to cum. I could see in his eyes the look that we all get. The look of nirvana. �I�m going to fill you up bitch� was his last coherent word Glenn said before I felt him explode in my ass. �AAAAAAAAHHHH� Was the only noise I could make when I felt myself cum.

We both did a lot of screaming and trashing about then silence. Glenn was the first to speak. �You aren�t going to tell are you?� �That depends� I said. �That depends if you come over now again and fuck me like you did to night�

Glenn smile and said �You have a deal�

Glenn and I never told anyone and he did come over now and again.

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Fuck it like its hot 2 #616

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nd ringing the day has started however much Alex didn�t want the day to start, Alex flipped onto his side and smashed the top of the alarm several times lazily with little aim, eventually he hit the �reset� button, Alex was a tall, young teenage boy with bushy brown hair and brown eyes to match, many people found him good looking and boy didn�t he know this. He spent no less than one hour in front of the mirror daily just making him self that much better, his vanity got the best of him sometimes. Anyway today was no different Alex go up and headed straight for the bathroom grabbing the hairbrush in one hand and in the other still franticly pulling up his trousers, The comb slowly made his way though his knotty hair making it a little more presentable and less �sex hair� has his mates called his rather messier side, he grabbed the tub of gel and took a decent amount in his hand and slapped it on slowly manoeuvring the gel around his hair and shaping it in a punk/rebel type look. He then franticly checked round in the mirror to see if he had any imperfections such as spots or blackheads, none could be seen much to his relief. As he walked out he turned around and looked at him self in the windows reflection, to make sure his entire body was perfect. After a close inspection he realised he was ok and headed downstairs. By this time his mum would already have gone to work and his dad well Alex never saw his dad, he left when he was jut 2 and while he was around he was always at work or at the pub, Alex was solely brought up on mums teachings, mum never re-married or even dated another guy even though just like her sun she could easily off found another guy she was everything a guy would look for, long blonde hair, Glistening blue eyes and a nice shaped body the lot. But she was scared and never really wanted to try again. Alex moved across to the kitchen were he put 2 slices of bread into the toaster and put the toaster down the cooking process began.

Little did Alex know for some reason his mum wasn�t at work and was still sat in the living room. He found this out as he grabbed his toast and ran into the living room to watch some music on the TV obviously much to his amazement as Alex ran in ready to jump on the sofa his mum was sat there with a Man wasn�t to old around 20, Alex looked at the man his eyes darting up and down trying to work out who he was, the man was a tall, handsome, young man with beautiful golden ginger hair and a nice toned body. Alex wasn�t sure whether he was gay or not but did on many occasions find himself watching Gay porn or looking at his mates in a sorter loving way. Alex was looking at the man in that same way imagining how big his cock was and how it would feel to have his salty goodness in his mouth. His mum was stood there smiling at Alex as he looked at the Man. Alex looked at his mum then pointed at the man �Who Is He?� he said, �His name is Dan, a new employee at my work, but I invited him round for a little one to one tuition you will be at school soon so I didn�t think you would mind,� his mum explain. Of course Alex didn�t mind he was stood there at amazement at the tall muscular ginger Man, although Alex wanted a piece he new he couldn�t not with mum sat there and especially if he isn�t interested in men. Alex was franticly looking at the man for signs of him liking him as he tried to make himself apparent while eating his toast tough fist legs wide apart, the jeans were tight around his crouch and fairly obvious he had an erection. Alex now was positive he wanted a piece and of course when mum said �I have got to go round shop, keep our visitor entertain while I get back� didn�t help his feelings at all. His mum set of to go to the shops and Alex and Dan were in the room together and noting but the birds chirping can be herd, then Dan Showed Some interest as he saw Alex�s erect cock though his jeans, Alex Saw Dan Smile then Dan said �how big is your cock then� Alex pinched himself to see if he was dreaming or something and then looked into Dan�s �eyes I don�t know never measured it,� Alex replied,

�Take down your trousers so I can see it,� Dan said starring at his lump

�But� but I don�t know,� Alex stuttered

�Go on I know you like me, and I like you� Dan said with that perfect smile

Alex Nervously lowered his trousers and boxers and his smallish 5 inch cock popped out and fell to the side, moved up closer the Alex and touched his cock, �not bad� Dan Giggled as he put his hand down to lower his trousers, As he did Alex was amazed by the size of his 9inch cock and it was a fat one at that Alex only ever saw Porn starts Cocks and immediately he knew this was better than porn.

�So Alex what you want to do to me, I mean I never been sucked by another guy before, dreamt it a few times,�

Alex bent down over Dan�s lap and kissed the top of his 9inch cock and slipped the top of his mouth over the bell, and the out again, he licked up and down the shaft a few times while they rearranged the position so Alex was kneeled on the floor and Dan was sat in the chair with his head knocked back enjoying his your apprentices mouth wrap round his cock, Alex slowly licked all the way up the 9inch shaft and popped the bell into his mouth with his eyes looking up at Dan, his eyes moved down as he gradually took more and more of the cock in his mouth with ever bobbing motion he made, Alex had no experience of this and was loving every moment, then Alex decided to take the lot in his mouth, as he felt the thick bush of Dan�s hairy light brown pubes touch his nose, he had too much in his mouth and chocked, Dan groaned lightly as this was amazing pleasure the tip of his cock was tight in his warm dry through and pushed out, Alex recovered and worked again at the bell end sucking harder and faster every time, then Alex tasted the silky goodness of Dan�s pre-cum he lapped every bit off it up as he could, then without warning Dan�s balls tightened and he sat up to attention and with a heavy deep moan the cumed all in the young boys perfect mouth. Alex tried to swallow as much of this has he could but some dripped down his chin and cheek. Dan looked at the young boy and said �thanks for keeping me entertained now its my turn� and without and words he got up and moved Alex so he was bent over on the couch with his tight ass facing the air slightly. Dan felt around his ass and slowly fingered it trying to prepare it for his 9inch cock. Then when he was as ready as he would ever be Dan tapped end of his cock in his ass crack twice then pushed it in, slowly at first been careful not to hurt him Alex closed his eyes and has he felt Dan�s Pubes run against he ass he knew the pushing was over. This carried on for a few more times until Alex was wide enough to take a bit of speed. Then it started Dan franticly pushed in his cock as fast as he could, in out and then in again and gradually getting faster, Alex let out a deep manly groan and then bit the pillow to release a bit of the pleasure like pain he was receiving. As the unlikely couple gained in speed and ecstasy Dan started to get more rough and slapping at is ass as he ride him, �I�m close� Dan muttered. Then in Alex�s view he forgot about his mum who was at this moment coming into the door, Alex herd the door close and Dan too. Dan was way past the point of no return but in shock pulled out and cummed all over the small white ass. As his mum came into the living room door she saw the too guys half naked sprawled over each other. �Oh my god!� She Screamed �You two have been fucking on my sofa� she said, then much to the couples surprise she said �without me�. Alex looked up at his mum who was checking the two perfect bodies out. �What?� he asked

�You heard, without me, I haven�t had sex in over 17 years and you have it on my couch� she giggled

She moved over to Alex and kissed his cheek were some cum had spilt out of his mouth and slapped his bum �you been a bad boy she wisperd� and as she walked off she gripped Dan�s Cock and said �you seemed to have enjoyed it hear. Maybe you should come back another day, Alex school time, clean yourself up and go before your late��.





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Fuck it like its hot 2 #512

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Mom divorced dad when I was fairly young, and we did not see any more of him. I was lonely for male companionship throughout my childhood. When I came into my teen years Mom started a new job and became best of friends with Frieda a black woman. Mom and I are white. Frieda soon introduced Mom to her brother, and they hit it off well. Soon they were seeing a lot of each other. I liked him a lot and he began staying with me when Mom had to work late. His name was James.

James was a big husky guy and together we did a lot of things, like playing basketball, swimming and tossing a baseball around. Swimming I liked best, because we went to the local pool, and I got to see James naked as he changed into his swimsuit. His big cock and balls hanging down between his thick muscular black thighs. It really turned me on, causing strange sensations in my groin. He always stroked it a few times before tucking it into his swimsuit, kind of like showing it off. James taught me how to swim and seemed to touch me a lot during these sessions, but I did not mind for it felt good.

James and Mom after about a year got married. We lived in a small house and their bedroom was next to mind. At night I could hear them making love. I heard Mom remind him to use a rubber each night as he prepared to enter her. I heard her moan and groan as they went at it. The bed springs bouncing as he fucked her. My cock would rise up and get hard and I would jack off to their sounds of fucking. I imagined James and I playing around together as he fucked Mom, and I masturbated.

Even with Mom reminding James to use a rubber, he must have gotten it in one night or more with out one, because Mom became pregnant When she was about 8 months along she began complaining about how uncomfortable it was to have sex with James because it hurt finally one night they had a big fight about sex. James stormed out of the bedroom and slept on the couch. He slept several nights on the couch, each time preceded by him begging Mom to let him fuck her and she refusing, telling him his cock was too big and was hurting her too much to have it in her. He tried to get her to suck it but she wasn’t putting that nasty black thing in her mouth.

After James had slept on the couch for several nights, I awoke in the middle of the night, with James standing at my bedside with his big black cock sticking out. He called out to me asking me to help him out. His cock was sooo hard that he couldn’t get it down. He needed some help relieving himself of his load of cum in his balls.

James said: “Hey white boy, help me out here. I can’t get this thing to go down

and it really hurt."

I awoke with a start and stared at the massive cock sticking out in front of me.

I answered him: “What do you want me to do?”.

James answered: “I saw how you looked at my cock at the swimming pool, and I felt your ass twitch when I brushed against you with my cock. It's all yours boy."

James continued, “Do what you want with it, but make me cum. I have this load of cum in my nuts I need to get off. Pleeese.” He begged.

I sat up sleepily in the bed and swung my legs out over the side of the bed. I than reached out and took the big black rod in hand and slowly began to stroke it. It was so long and thick. I gripped it more firmly in my hand and stroked it harder as he moaned and groaned. He begged me to kiss it and I put my lips to the head of his cock and tasted his precum. In the mean time my cock rose up hard and firm oozing out precum between my legs. I lingered with my mouth half open, tasting him, he suddenly grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. I gagged on it as it shoved its way down my throat. Than just as I couldn’t take any more of his big black cock, he pulled it back out. James stood there, in front of me flexing his knees, and shoving his cock in and out of my mouth. James fucked me in the mouth deep and fast and I felt his big black balls bouncing off my chin as he shoved his cock down my throat. Than, I felt his cock grow bigger in my mouth and felt his cum rising up, with one last thrust he shoved his cock deep into my mouth and shot his load of back man’s cum down my throat. He let out a loud cry of relief as I gulped his load of cum down. Jame’s cock soften and he pulled out of my mouth, he whispered his appreciation and kissed me. After James left, I masturbated to the remembrances of him fucking me in the mouth.

The next night, James again came to my bed and crawled into the bed bedside me. He murmured in my ear, how much he wanted me and how good I felt. I was naked in the bed and his cock pressed into the crack of my ass. It rubbed against my asshole. He begged me to let him fuck me. He kissed me tenderly on the neck and back, and rubbed my tits. My nipples got big and hard and tender. His cock was wet with precum and he put it to my ass hole and pushed and the head of it popped my asshole open and I felt a flash of pain. I muffled my cries in my pillow as he pushed his cock further into my ass. He was gentle but it still hurt, but than after he had it buried balls deep in my ass, I could feel his hairy balls against my ass, the pain subsided. He began to slowly fuck my young tender ass. His big black cock went in and out of my ass hole each time till just the head of it was still in me. My own cock was quite hard and James reach down and began to slowly stroke it as he fucked his way in and out of my ass. It was kinda rough going my ass was so tight around his big black cock gripping it tightly as he fucked me. I felt his cock, swell up and fill with cum and it became even harder for him to push it into my ass than with one mighty thrust he shoved it all the way and shot his load of black man’s cum deep into my lilly white ass. Filling me up and I felt it leaking out and down my leg. At that time I shot my load of cum into his hand as he stroked my cock. We laid there thus engaged till his big cock soften and withdrew from my ass and I turned over, buried my face in his massive chest and fell asleep.

Thereafter, James came to my bed nightly seeking his relief of cum built up in his balls. I grew to look forward to his cock in me, either in my mouth or in my ass. This continued till after Mom delivered the baby. Than James went back to her bed and to fucking her. Our relationship though continued, because Mom was not as amorous as she was before the baby came and there were many nights that he was free to come to my bed.

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Fuck it like its hot 2 #596

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DONNIE'S STORY, PART 1

When I was fourteen, I had plenty of friends but sometimes none of them would be around, so there was this kid named Kyle, about 12 years old, who lived two buildings down the street from me, and if he was around, I'd sit on his steps and talk to him. I didn't really think of him as my friend, but he didn't seem to have any friends, and he was rather slow.



We were sitting on his steps one day just talking, and I noticed that I could see the tip of his penis sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. I kept looking at it as it seemed big for a kid his age. He told me that his older brother (in his 20's) had some of those little dirty comic books, "eight pagers," they call them. Dick Tracy, Popeye, Little Orphan Annie, Superman, etc.



As soon as I heard that I all but begged him to let me see them. He agreed, and we went upstairs to his apartment, and then to his room. His room was a typical boy's room, clothes all over the floor, and no shades on the windows. He went to a chest-of-drawers and got out several of those little comic books, and we sat together on the bed.



Naturally, looking at the pictures of giant cocks going into juicy cunts, and also being sucked, got me stiff as a board. I looked over at Kyle's crotch and could see almost half of his now stiffened cock. I was so hot and horny, I reached over and touched the end of his cock. It was very hot and hard, yet smooth to the touch.



I asked him if he wanted to feel my cock, and he gladly agreed. None of that "through the pants" stuff though. I dropped my shorts and underwear to the floor and he did likewise. He had no underwear on. His cock was as hard as mine was, and I just had to play with it. My hand actually trembled as I stroked it up and down slowly.



I couldn't stand it anymore, I dropped to my knees and gulped Kyle's cock into my mouth. The randy smell of his cock and balls turned me on, and I kept sucking his cock as he started to push it into my mouth and pull back slowly. While I was sucking his cock, I was pulling my own cock faster and faster, and just before I was going to cum, he unloaded several spurts of hot creamy cum into my mouth. It wasn't enough to fill my mouth so I swallowed it a little at a time to see what it tasted like. It wasn't bad at all, it kinda turned me on even more, knowing that I had just sucked my first cock and swallowed my first mouthful of cum.



Just thinking about it put me over the edge, I shot my cum all over his floor. After we sat down for a while, and that first guilty feeling had passed, I asked him if he'd like to do this again. He happily agreed and said that he wanted to suck me off next time. He also asked if his older brother could join us next time, since they had been touching each other's cocks through their clothes for a while now. I told him to let me think about doing that next time.



Actually, that was ALL I could think about over the next few days. I had seen Kyle's brother Kit before, and he was a handsome dude, already an adult, I suppose at least eighteen years old. His body was well developed, and he had muscles that showed when he stretched or bent. Finally the day came when Kyle's parents were away from home and his brother, Kit, was home as well. Kyle told me that he had told Kit what we had done, and that Kit seemed pleased and wanted to join the fun.



When I got to their house, both were almost nude, wearing only running shorts that left little to be imagined. If I thought Kyle's cock was big, I was amazed to see that Kit's cock was even bigger: longer and thicker than either mine or Kyle's. He sat on the couch playing with himself as Kyle showed me into the living room. His cock was sticking out of his shorts and I could see his balls hanging between his outstretched thighs. My mouth watered and my own cock began to harden in anticipation of getting to play with that almost man-sized mountain of meat.



Kit told us to stand in front of him, and when we did, he proceeded to jerk our shorts down to reveal our kiddy cocks to his gaze. Both Kyle and I were hard, but our little dongs could not compare with Kit's penile pole. Kit reached up and took a cock in each hand, and manipulated them for a few minutes until they were as hard as they could get.



"I hear you boys like to suck cock," he said, reaching in and pulling his own cock out and pointing it up at us. Then he pulled our hands and made us kneel down in front of him while he took off his shorts and spread his legs as far apart as he could, his bottom scooting to the edge of the couch cushion. "Here, boys, have a taste of a real man's cock," he instructed, as we eagerly bent and both began to lick his penis with our tongues.



I found his balls with one hand and let Kyle suck the head of his brother's cock while I licked up and down the side from his balls up to where I met Kyle's mouth. Our saliva mixed as we slathered Kit's cock with our spit. Soon Kit began to shake and moan, and before we could stop what we were doing his cum cream splashed onto both of our faces, some of it getting into our mouths. His cum tasted stronger than Kyle's had, but I knew I would be a lover of cum from then on, whatever the flavor.



When Kit finished cumming, he had us lick up the extra honey and share it in a boyishly clumsy kiss, our tongues licking and sucking up the cream from each other's face. Then he showed us how to lie in the classic "69" position with me on top of his brother, and we proceeded to suck each other's cock until we came in each other's mouth. To say that Kyle became my best friend at that time in my life would be a gross understatement.



I have been a devoted cocksucker ever since. I especially enjoy sucking a cut cock, and getting the head all the way down my throat so that I massage it just like a woman's pussy would. And I love cock cream in my mouth and all over my face. Kyle, Kit, and I had many sessions like the one I just described, but they tended to be very similar, so I won't bore you with them. By the way, Kit never sucked our cocks, but we didn't mind. We were a couple of "happy campers" just to be able to service him and each other.



We enjoyed our sex play for the next three years, but then I got a job at Kit moved away, so we didn't get together much after that. However, my job turned out to be quite an adventure. I'll tell about that in Part 2 of my story.

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Bet My Ass



I was invited over to my master and his boyfriend's

house for poker night. I'd never been before. I know

it's a guy's night of poker playing and

beer-drinking--typical stuff. Still, I was surprised

to have been invited given my subordinate status to my

Master and now to his boyfriend. Perhaps this is a

purely social occasion and so the sexual status I've

been given will be ignored.

Of course I hope not.



I arrive at around 7pm. Jesse greets me and takes me

into his upstairs apartment. Though I'm not usually

like this, I've lately been dying to suck cock. Things

have been a little strange since Jesse's boyfriend

moved in. He's been extra careful to show Tom that

he's the boyfriend and I'm the "help". In fact, since

Tom moved in I haven't been properly fucked. In any

case, Tom wasn't in evidence so I kneeled on the floor

in my Master's bedroom and asked if I could please

suck his cock. He looked a little annoyed but relented

and came to stand in front of me. I lowered his zipper

and carefully pulled out his slowly stiffening cock

and looked up at him as I began to lick his cockhead.

I didn't waste much time though. Generally, the only

way I can get that whole cock in my mouth is when it's

still semi-flaccid. It's quite the lunker. While that

might be cheating I really like trying to swallow it

and feel it stiffen deep in my throat. Anyway...knowing I probably

didn't have much time to blow my Master, I went to

work in earnest. I deep throated and swallowed until

he was just too hard and too big. Then I began to jack

his still stiffening shaft with one hand and gently

massage his swollen balls with the other. He'd undone his pants by this

time and dropped them to his thighs. I'm not sure if

he was being over-stimulated but he told me to put my

hands behind my back. Then he grabbed my face and

began slowly fucking my mouth. He likes it when I try

to look at him while he does this. It's difficult

because the cock driving into the back of my throat

makes my eyes water. I guess he got tired of the angle

because before long he sat on the edge of a dressing

bench at the foot of his bed and had me get on all

fours--still fully-clothed, with my face in his

crotch. This seemed to achieve the angle he wanted. He

gently rocked my body back and forth gradually working

his cock farther and farther down my throat. Almost

immediately, he

started making the noises that warn me when he's about

to blow his load. He's pivoting me back and forth and

sliding his cock from about an inch in my mouth to all

nine inches in. His swelling glans expand the back

of my throat with every thrust. His well-trimmed pubic

hair tickles my

nose but not enough to throw off my concentration.

Though I can't see his face, I know his eyes are

closed and he's concentrating on getting off. For some

reason this turns me on even more. My now raging

hard-on is painful and obvious in my shorts. Suddenly,

he squeezes my head even harder and begins to stroke

his cock with my mouth faster and faster. He pulls my

face all the way down on his cock, impaling my head

when I feel the first jet of cum squeezing into the

back of my throat. He backs off a little and I can

feel it shoot. He starts to shudder and pulls back to

where he has just an inch in my mouth and shoots

another jet. His cum tastes salty as it splashes my

tongue and teeth. But I don't have long to savor it.

Straightaway

he drives his jetting cock back into my head to

finishing pumping his come into me. He holds his

cockhead against the back of my throat for his last

spurts. After heaving a sigh of relief, with his cock

still as far in my face as he can get it, he pats me

on the head. Directly he pulls out

of my mouth and stands before me. Then he laughs and

squeezes the final drop of cum onto the end of my nose

and pats me on the head again. "Good job", he says. I

start licking his balls and shaft because he likes to

be "cleaned up" after blowing his load. I've just

worked my way back up to the head of his softening

cock when we look up to see the door opening and Tom

walking

in. He stops suddenly when he sees us and storms off

into the bathroom area--obviously in a huff.



With his dick still in my mouth, Jesse tells Tom

that it's just sex--"a blow-job for chrissakes" and

that I'm certainly no threat to their relationship. I

certainly have no gripe with that. I know what I'm

there for and it's certainly not love or to get in

their way. Jesse and Tom move into the living room to

talk. I can still hear them.



"How do I know you aren't fucking other people? How do I

know you're not going to fall in love with someone

else?"



Jesse: "I'm not fucking anyone else. He came over for

the poker game--you knew that--and practically begged

to give me a blowjob. That's hard to refuse."



Tom: "Are you saying I'm not enough?"



Jesse: "No. I'm a man. You're a man. You should

understand about the need for physical variety. Why be

jealous of someone I'm just putting the wood to? He's

just physical porn. In fact, since he's my little fuck

bitch, he has to do what I say--you can feel free to

fuck him too."



Listening in the other room, I'd be lying if I told

you I wasn't getting a little hard at that point. For

some reason, the thought of being loaned out like a

whore to Jesse's boyfriend was a turn-on. I didn't

even really take exception to being called a

"fuckbitch". When in Rome...



Tom: "Well, send him in here."



Jesse (to me): "Strip and come in here".



"On your knees."



I crawl into the room with a semi-hard on and quite a

bit of trepidation. Jesse tells me that Tom wants to

watch him fuck me to prove that it's purely sexual and

that I mean nothing to him. I know better than to say

anything. Instead, I just kneel down and put my

shoulders on the floor and stick my ass out. Jesse

says "Good boy" and laughs a little. "See Tom, he does

what he's told". But then I hear drawers opening and

closing. Curious, I look up to see Jesse getting out

his collection of "torture" implements--dildos and

butt plugs ranging from reasonable to ridiculous. Out

of the corner of my eye I see Tom take off his shirt

and unbutton his pants. As he sits down in a chair he

says "O.K. if you can prove to me that he's just a

servant, I'll consider allowing it. But it can't just

be you and he screwing. He'll have to be used by other

men as well. And you can bet your ass that I'll be

taking out some frustrations on him. Actually you can

bet his ass."



Jesse was lying naked on the bed propped on the

headboard. Tom was sitting in the chair stripped to

the waist and I was kneeling on the floor between them

in a pose of abject supplication. Tom says, "We'll see

how he performs. If he doesn't meet your standards,

he's out. Simple as that. He's just a fuckbitch to me.

Fuckbitch, come up here and get to work."



I wasn't quite sure what to think about all of this. I

was still reeling a bit from having been discovered in

flagrante by Tom. I liked the little arrangement I'd

had with Jesse before. In the space of ten minutes I

found it expanded to include whatever swinging dicks

walked in their door--not to mention Tom himself.

Plus, who knew what "other duties" they had in mind.



All of this ran through my mind as I crawled up on the

bed to lie between Jesse's legs. The feeling of his

spent dick in my mouth was comforting. It was still

leaking the dregs of his come down my chin. I suppose

it was a little ominous too. I could feel it shake as he

chuckled at my ministrations.

Jesse and Tom talked a little while as I sucked

Jesse's cock back to life. When I got it about halfway

hard I got up on all fours so I could get the shaft in

my mouth and practice swallowing it. Soon after I got

up on all fours I felt Tom's hand close around my cock

and pull it back between my legs. Then I felt Tom's

other hand slap my ass. I wasn't sure Tom was ever a

top but he proceeded to spank me as though born to it.

It was a job keeping the spanking from affecting the

head I was giving Jesse. I knew he'd punish me if I

missed a stroke. Tom's experienced hand dry-milked me

to hardness. He reached for some lube that he'd tossed

beside me on the bed. He dribbled it onto my asshole

and let it run down my cock which he was still

milking. It felt so intense--the lube and his stroking

that I had to beg him to stop so I didn't come. I

guess that watching Tom prepare my ass turned Jesse on

because he was again hard as a rock. He got up and

went around to my ass. I obediently put my head back

down on the bed to wait. I was expecting to be

assaulted by a toy of some sort as that was usually

Jesse's pattern. But he pulled me by the hips to the

edge of the bed and then had me kneel over it so that

my thighs and torso were in contact with the bed. My

ass was stuck out and my knees were just barely on the

floor. I felt Tom's slick hands spread my cheeks and

then felt a finger slide in to distribute the

lubricant. Then I felt his hand slide between me and

the bed. His rough hand found my now raging hard-on

and pulled it smartly from between me and the bed. He

positioned it so that it was pointing straight and

somewhat painfully down the side of the bed and

slapped it a few times for good measure. He then sat

on the bed beside me and slipped his middle finger in

my ass. I could hear him laughing a little as I waited

for the toy. I had lost track of Jesse by this point.

That is until I felt something pushing gently at the

opening to my ass. Assuming it was a toy to get me

started, I tried to relax into it. Jesse gets upset

when I take too long to loosen up. By the time I

realized that the hands on my hips weren't Tom's it

was too late. Jesse slowly but inexorably drove the

entire length of his cock--about 9 inches if I'm doing

my job right--into my ass. For the first four I think

I tried to moved away but I'd been expertly positioned

so that I couldn't. For the final five I felt the deep

pain of being opened up in the most base and

humiliating way possible by another man's cock and

solely for his pleasure. As my humiliation deepened at

hearing Tom's amusement, Jesse's hands left my hips

and grabbed my shoulders. He then drove his cock the

rest of the way in until I could feel his pubic bone

in contact with my tailbone. I knew I was about to be

well and truly fucked. He leaned fully into me and

just jacked his shaft in and out of my spasming ass

about two inches. Each time he hit bottom I could feel

a new section of my rectum opening. I'd only just

begun to realize that I'd survived being mounted by

Jesse when I began to register the width of his cock.

Every time my asshole tried to relax and accept being

so suddenly stretched, Jesse's cock seemed to expand

to take up the slack. Not only was I being impaled all

at once by one man with a huge cock but his boyfriend

was witnessing me being turned into his woman. Jesse

was showing off by fucking me in my ass.



Jesse said, "nice" and I moaned in acceptance. With

his cock still buried in me he moved his left foot

onto the bed and picked up and held my feet. I

realized just in time that he was preparing to start

his long strokes. I hadn't been thus abused by many men

but I'd taken enough cock by this point to know that

each man has a certain style about it. Jesse's was to

go in (not usually all at once like this), work the

innermost two or three inches for a minute, then

settle back for long, deep fucking. He grabbed my feet

to put my weight fully on my stomach. I knew that this

would make the innermost parts of my channel tighter

for the head of his cock. He then pulled his cock

almost all the way out--until just the head was still

in my ass. I could feel the ridge between his shaft

and the head as though it were a cock plug. In a way

it was. Then, awesomely, painfully though that was

subsiding somewhat, he rammed the entire thing back

in. In resignation, I exhaled involuntarily and

settled into my fate. Each time his shaft hit bottom

in my ass he pushed me into the corner of the bed so

that my painfully swollen cock was bent further back

between my legs. It's as though his cock was reminding

mine which was on top.



My ass certainly didn't need to be reminded. Being

gored out by Jesse's enormous member left little in

the way of doubt. He stroked in and almost all the way

out for a while as Tom stared and laughed in

amazement. I hear Jesse say, "watch this" and then

damn if Jesse didn't swivel his hips in some way that

he was able to get another half an inch of cock into

me.



to be continued...

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d woman�s clothes shop, it was an old established business run by an elderly bachelor and his spinster sister Mr and Miss Gibe. The customers who frequented the shop were unusually mature people, the styles and apparel reflected that. After some time my probation period elapsed and Mr Gibe offered me regular Saturday work and perhaps some evening work, guessing my nature Mr Gibe said it was my cute little bottom that persuaded him to offer me the job. My Gibe loved me working with him, it was not a busy shop but when the Gibe�s customers patronised the shop they certainly purchased a lot of clothing items.



I think Mr Gibe was a closeted Gay man who�d never had a sexual relationship with either sex, by his gentle nature and excellent manors indicated his sensitively leaned to feminism. Miss Gibe was a real spinster no man would ever get into her knickers or would want to I guess. One afternoon Mr Gibe asked me to open a box of his latest delivery of Y fonts underpants, while I was busy in sorting the y fronts Mr Gibe asked me what underwear I usually wore. As we�d became very good friends, I confided in him of my fetish for wearing skimpy briefs just lime girls panties. This admission didn�t seem to shock Mr Gibe he took delight in hearing me telling him about all my panty boyfriends, as our chat about my undies carried on I asked him if he�d like to see my knickers, �That would be nice Jay� Mr Gibe answered, with know one in the shop I quickly undid by trouser belt and dropped my trousers to my ankles then lifted up my shirt and tie, to display my lilac lace panties, Mr Gibe was gob smacked but I�d really impressed him. I quickly pulled my trousers up due to customer had just entered the shop.



When Miss Gibe was away on holiday or she was ill I was allowed to serve in the woman�s section, which I loved, especially having access to rummage through the panty slip, and knicker drawers. Most of the styles of the knickers Miss Gibe sold were the fuller types. Mr Gibe caught me a number of times trying a different panties but never once objected he didn�t seem to mind my actions. I use to visit the public toilets on my dinner break looking for cock, while cursing the public toilet I met a number of men who liked seeing a boy in girls undies. After our cock sessions in the toilet cubicle the men usually asked me to meet up with them again, during conservation with these men I told them where I worked. To my surprise a couple of the men at different times visited the shop and asked to speak to me, their excuse to visit the shop was to buy knickers for their wives. Mr Gibe was delighted with panty sales and news soon spread to other panty men, in one week I sold over 250 pairs of knickers and panties, mainly to men who want them for themselves. One or two men suggested to me why don�t Mr Gibe let you have a special panty night only for panty loving men so you model bras with matching panties for us. With Miss Gibe being away and Mr Gibe having little sexual excitement so when I broached the subject he became intrigued and readily agreed, Mr Gibe did stipulate it was to be only 4 men at a time.



On the night in question I wore a slip red slip with black lace edging and a matching midi style panty a bit bigger that I�d normally wore, plus red suspender belt and black stockings. I must say I looked like a real slut just want a man liked a woman to be before he has sex. At 21.00 the 4 men arrived, one after another, one worked on an open cast mine he was dressed in overalls, another was truck driver had his company dust coat, another was dressed in jeans and tie shirt he was a clerk, the last guy was very effeminate he was dressed immaculate in a suit shirt and tie. Once I was seen in bra and panties, cocks started to rise, as a young horny sissy panty boy, needless to say all four men fucked me in turn. I was fucked on the shop counter, in the changing room, on the floor, and in front of the mirror. I sucked one man�s cock while the another fucked me The first two were a bit rough they only wanted to quickly fill my pussy hole with cum, I sucked one while the other fucked me. I enjoyed it but the fuck was to quick and over in 10mins.When the two guys were dressing the effeminate guy took the opportunity to bend me over so he could kneel down and lick my cunt clean. The third guy was far better fuck he made sure my cunt was going to be used and abused, his cock fucked me for about 25 mins, again the effeminate guy licked my fuckhole clean, he pulled my panties up over my button and turned me around knelt down in front of pantied cock an sucked me until ejaculated my cum. Mr Gibe only watched but was delighted the 4 men bought 12 pairs of the most expensive satin knickers either for themselves or their wives. Mr Gibe allowed me to order briefer panties for myself from one of their catalogue at cost price. Mr Gibe was certainly impressed by my oral and anal activity.



Another time Mr Gibe asked me to lock the shop up after closing time one late Saturday afternoon, before closing time a man called, he was the son one of one of the farmers who patronised the Gibe�s shop. The man was about 32 years very old fashioned in dress. He asked for Mr Gibe but he was explained he was absence. I offered my assistance, he said his mother had sent him to buy some new underpants. One of my suggestions to Mr Gibe was for him to stock classic style briefs there were similar to Y fronts but looked better. I suggested to the man would he like to but some classic white briefs, he answered he didn�t know because his mother had always bought Y fronts, so I being a little persuasive and said why didn�t he try a pair on. To my complete surprise he said I�m a bit shy but if you strip down to your underwear I won�t feel do awkward. Fair comment I thought so I stripped down to my panties thank goodness they weren�t the frilly satin type on this occasion but a feminine style cotton type, the man was overcome you look better in those knickers than any girl I�ve been able to see though I�ve hardly seen any girls in the flesh or undies. The man stripped off naked boy was his cock big and wide with plenty of lovely loose foreskin. He put on the classic white briefs looked at him self in the mirror I liked the look of them. He pleaded with me to strip off down in to my undies, which I did we stood there only in panties and pants, he grabbed me ands kissed me, and said he�s not been a girl before, please can get into your knickers, I was not shocked but surprised how this situation had developed. Please can I fuck you the man uttered it will be the first fuck I�ve ever had, as long as you treat me like a girl I said. I always carry lubrication so I pulled my panties down and jellied my cunt with lubrication. Then I bent forward and held the cheeks of my ass apart, the man placed his cock at the entry of my boy cunt, because of his sexual frustration his cock had risen to an erect state. I was prepared mentally and physically for his prick, like most men or boys who�ve never fucked hole he rammed it inside me with no concern for my anus, I was in pain for a few minutes until my cunt got use to the size. Such was libido within 10 minutes he shot the biggest cum load inside my asshole is ran down my legs and made a pool on the carpet. Fuck, you�re the best fuck in world he said my anus was totally sore and felt raw, but the feeling of me being treated like a slut was great. The man said I was a better fuck than any of his sheep, I didn�t know if he was joking or not. That liaison continued for a few weeks every Tuesday and Friday, until the man mother�s finally let him marry a busty farm girl, he told me I was a far better fuck and prettier sight in panties than his girlfriend.



Shortly after my liaison with farmer�s son Miss Gibe died, Mr Gibe decided to sell the shop and retired to Bournemouth. But we still kept in touch at least twice a year by letter I use to tell him all about my new panties and my sex life. On my birthday he�d send me a pair of frilly panties and at Christmas he�d send me a pair really quality designer cotton knickers. He used to send from the same mail order company panty catalogue he knew that sold the undies I liked. When he died I was left �200 and the letters I�d written to him, plus a letter from his solicitor thanking me for my support

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This is a story about an old whiteman, that coaxes a young boy into going down on him. So, If that bothers you, please go read another story because I can't change what happened.





Here it is.......





I was 12 years old and hitchhiking one day when a car pulled up and an old man [ 65-75 ] told me to get in. He looked like one of my school teachers, so I felt safe, whatever that means. He did have a girly magazine laying across his lap and I did think that that was a little weird but I just figured that it had been laying on the seat and he had just moved it out of the way, so I could sit down.





He started asking what school I went to and asked if I lived around there and if I had a girl friend yet and if I did, had I played with her yet.





I'm embarrassed, to admit that my little boner was getting hard inside of my pants because the whole time he was talking to me, I had been looking at the pictures on the page, that the book was opened up too.





I don't know if I noticed it first or he did, as he reached over and touched it, with his old hand. It felt strange, having someone else touching it.





When he saw that I wasn't mad at him for touching it, he slid the nagazine off of his lap, exposing his to me because he had his pants open and didn't have any underwear on.





It wasn't hard and it was nestled ontop of his huge ball sac, all of it covered with his grey and even white pubic hair. I couldn't believe how big they were, probably because he hadn't squirted in a long, long time.





I don't know if it was from him playing with my little boner thru my pants or because he was exposing himself to me, that his breathing changed. All I know is that I could hear it now and hear him letting out a little whimper, every now and then.





He pulled the car over, next to a huge open field, where there weren't any houses anywhere close and started fumbling with the buttons on my pants. I knew he wanted to see it, so I reached down and undid my belt and buttons and opened my pants up. Letting him reach into my underwear and pull my little boner out.





Even though is was only 3 1/2 inches long [ It's only 4 inches long now and that's fully hard ] he let out a long low moan, as soon as he had it out and could see it.





As soon as he had it out, he started working it up and down, pumping it, moaning the whole time that he was doing it.





The next thing I knew, he was bending down and slipping his warm mouth down over the little head on the end of it. Even I let out a little moan, when I felt his warm soft lips closing down around it and he started to suck on it, giving me the strangest feeling inside.





I kept looking all arond the car, making sure that no one was coming, not believing that he was willing to do that to me right there, in the middle of the day. And that's when it happened.





While he was sucking on mine, he took my hand and pulled it over inbetween his legs, holding it on his old cock, that still wasn't hard yet.





I could feel the warmth of it and I'm embarrassed to admit, that I started playing with it, with my little fingers, while he kept sucking on mine, harder and harder.





All at once I felt my little cock starting to twitch and jerk and felt my boy cum, moving up inside of it and squirting out of the little peehole and into his warm sucking mouth, making him moan real loud, as I listened to him eating it. I could feel his fingers squeezing on my little balls, milking them, trying to get more out of them but I was only 12 and I couldn't cum anymore. So he finally gave up and raised up off of it.





When he looked down and saw that my little hand, was still on his warm dick, he reached behind my head and gently pulled me down to it.





As soon as he had me close to it, I could smell the faint pee on it and I didn't want to do it. But the next thing I knew, he had taken ahold of it and slipped the limp end of it into my mouth and whispered at me to, " Suck on it."





I could smell the pee on it before and now I could smell it and taste it and I didn't want to do it but I couldn't get over how soft and smooth the skin felt on it and the next thing I knew, I was moving my tongue around on the end of it, feeling it, with my little tongue.





It was soft and rubbery and when I started getting used to the smell and taste of pee on it, it was all gone. I had felt it so much, with my little tongue.





He was whimpering and begging me to suck on it and the next thing i knew, I had given-in and he let out a low moan and said, " OH YEAH " as he felt my lips and warm mouth, closing down around it.





He started pushing it up at me, even though it wasn't hard yet. And the more he pushed, the harder I sucked on it and the next thing I knew, I could feel his big hand on the back of my head and hestarted saying, " NOOO, NOOO, OH NOOOOO " and I felt the warm liquid, starting to flow out of the end of it. I tried to pull away from it but he held me down on it, as it slowly filled my mouth, stretching my cheeks, forcing me to swallow. Only to be filled again and again, not with his cum but with his pale yellow pee. His pale yellow warm salty pee.





He kept saying, " I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY " over and over but he wouldn't let me up off of it and just kept peeing in my mouth, holding me there,making me swallow it.





I was so embarrassed, when he finally let me up off of it, that I opened my car door and started to get out. As I was getting out, he was still saying that he was " Sorry " and then he promised me that the next time, that it would be different. I got out and ran all the way home.





The whole time I was running, I kept wondering what he had meant about the next time, it would be different. Little did I know, that about a month later, he would pick me up hitchhiking again and show me.

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ustin slammed the door closed on me and our friendship. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. I didn't even notice when Tina slipped on her clothes, kissed me on the cheek and left, saying, "I'd better go." My best friend had just stormed out of my life, and I didn't know why.



*****



Taking English 201 while the sun was shining, and there was a soft breeze, and the temperature was 85 degrees, was torture. Don't get me wrong, I loved language, I spoke three fluently. Of course, being a Theater Major, my primary interest was the spoken word. That was why I was taking English 201 over the summer; I wanted to clear up my schedule for more performance credits.



Most everyone else was there because they were retaking the course. I thought that was pitiful. There were three of us who really cared about the subject. One was Gloria; she was from Argentina and English was her second language. The other was Justin; he was a freshman who had CLEPed his way through his 100 level English courses and came to the University a semester early. He wanted to be a writer and we hit it off from the beginning.



Of course, we were an odd pair. I'm "Mr. Social". Nearly everyone in the theater program knew me or knew of me. Hell, I was recognized all over campus. If someone had me in their class they remembered it. Justin was a geek. Saying Justin was a geek was like calling a trout a fish. He was almost the classic, academic nerd. Justin was a short, wiry guy with unruly brown hair, glasses that did nothing for his face and clothes that were best described as "skater geek". His one non-academic pastime was his board. It was the only part of Justin that broke the geek mold. His board was as much a fixture for him as his book bag and laptop.



The first time I saw him really skating, not just using the board as a quick ride from class to class, was about mid-semester. I was heading down to the fields for a Saturday morning game of Frisbee when I caught sight of a small group of skaters using one of the twisting sections of the back lot to do tricks.



I'd been so impressed by one guy catching air off the steps that I didn't notice I was walking into a "skate zone."



"Look Out!" I spun out of the way and hit the grass. When I looked up, ready to curse the careless son-of-a-bitch out, I saw Justin looking down at me. "Hey, Bryan, you ok?"



He looked so different standing there, shirtless without his glasses, that I almost hadn't recognized him. He was a wiry little fuck. He had laughing eyes that were all but hidden when he wore his glasses.



"Damn, Justin." I got up and brushed myself off. "I know you like me, but you don't have to plow me into the dirt to get my attention."



Justin looked down. "Yeah, sorry Bryan." He turned to head back to the start of the skate run.



Why'd it bother me that he thought I was mad at him? "Hey, how long you going to skate?"



Shrugging, he looked at his watch. "Another half hour I guess. Asphalt will be too hot to do anything after that."



"Some guys are getting together for Frisbee down on the field. Why don't you come down after you're done?" He was a bit short but if he had the moves that'd make up for it.



He blinked at me. "Really?"



"Yeah, I'll even hang while you finish your freaky shit." The smile he gave me in response just melted me. It wasn't sexual, I like girls, but he was just such a cute kid that it was like having a puppy.



He impressed me that morning. Justin was an ace on four wheels. He could do spins, jumps, twists, ride railings, and there didn't seem to be anything he couldn't do on a board. That sure blew away my original idea that he was a simple geek. I think he was showing off, but it worked. I couldn't stop complimenting his skill as we got down to the games field.



"I just can't believe a bookworm like you can skate like that."



He beamed. "Dad insisted that I had to be outside doing something 'physical' any day it wasn't raining. I hated team sports so I just rode my board around. After a while, I just got into it."



I laughed and waved at the guys. "Hey guys, this is Justin."



They all greeted Justin with smiles. I looked at our group and realized we could play teams of three.



"Want to do teams?" The affirmative nods went all around but Justin looked a bit unsure. I smiled and put my hand on Justin's shoulder. "Well, since Just's already shirtless, we'll be skins."



Tony decided he'd go skins since he was shirtless too. Teams were set. Smiling, I handed my Frisbee to Justin and peeled off my shirt. When I tossed my shirt beside his board, he just watched with a wide-eyed wonder. He probably couldn't believe I'd just take him on my team sight-unseen. I laughed and mussed his hair. "Come on, squirt, let's teach these lard-asses that brains and beauty always wins over brawn."



Everyone laughed but I think I put Justin on the spot. He blushed. He did play like a pit bull though. His throwing arm sucked, but he wasn't afraid to dive and roll so he could catch a hell of a lot of tosses the others would let go by. We didn't win, but it was not for a lack of effort.



That was when we started hanging together more. We made Saturday morning board and game a ritual. Justin would skate till the asphalt got uncomfortably hot and then we'd head for the fields for a Frisbee or V-ball game. He tried to get me on the board a few times. All I ended up doing was breaking my ass on the pavement, and trying to look like I meant to do it. Of course, I got him back. I got to spike him into the sand more than a couple times in V-ball. It was kind of like sibling rivalry; I loved it. I'd always wanted a kid brother, and Justin fit the bill perfectly.



It was near the end of the summer session when I got my room assignment and realized I'd lucked out; I didn't have a roommate. Justin had gotten placed in one of the older dorms, Brownstone Hall; the place sucked. We were having lunch just before exams week when I decided I didn't like the idea of living alone.



"Just," I asked between bites of my hotdog, "would you like to room together?"



I thought he was going to choke. I should have waited till he'd finished swallowing his bite of burger. He dropped his burger on his plate and took a huge swig of Coke. He blinked back the usual tears from just having something try to dive down the wrong pipes and coughed. "You mean it?" He looked at me like I'd just offered him a winning lottery ticket.



"Yeah. My freshmen roommate sucked, and since you didn't sign up for anyone you know you're going to be in a crapshoot for whom you get." I shrugged. "We get along, and there's a chance they'll stick me with some jerk at the last minute. At least with you, I know this year I'll like my roomie."



He smiled; the only thing ruining his puppy-dog look were those fucking glasses. "You don't mind rooming with a freshman?" For a guy who really had decent, if odd, taste in clothes, why he wore glasses out of the sixties was lost on me.



Laughing I punched him in the arm. "Nah, you're a geek but you make me laugh!"



*****



Stafford Hall was a major step up from Brownstone. In Brownstone, there were two community bathrooms per floor. The rooms were like sardine cans. The only saving grace was the ceilings were high enough for people to loft their beds. Rooms in Stafford were larger and one bathroom was shared between two dorm rooms. As with every college student with obsessions, Justin and I had to decorate our halves of the room with examples of our interests. My half had posters of Shakespeare in the Park, Le Miz, Phantom, and Rocky Horror. Don't ask me why I love Rocky but I do; something about the expressive freedom and audience participation was just a natural high for me. Justin put up a poster of Mark Twain, one that listed the requirements of creativity, and a couple pro skater posters. Along with the picture of his parents, he had a picture of a skater catching air. At first I thought it was a picture of Justin, but the guy had darker, longer hair.



"Hey, Justin, who's the skater?" I nodded to the picture as he stuffed his socks and underwear into his dresser.



He came over and picked up the picture. His fingers traced it. "That's Matt, Matt Thompson. He was my best friend." I don't know why, but the whimsical, almost longing smile that touched his lips when he said it made me jealous.



I bit back the stupid feeling. "Was?"



He just sighed and set the picture back down. "Yeah. He was a year ahead of me in school so I haven't seen him in over a year." Shrugging, he grabbed some shorts and opened a drawer. "We still email, but he went to school up north. Since I started University in the summer, I haven't seen him since Christmas Break."



"That's less than a year." I smirked and tried to keep the mood light but it didn't work.



"Yeah, but he'd met someone and all he could do was think and talk about 'love'." He sounded a little bitter as he stuffed his shorts in the drawer. "I'm happy for him, but it felt like I wasn't even there."



The way his shoulders seemed to sag with the memory got me down. I liked his normal, bouncy self. He was a puppy, and when he moped it was just as bad as having a golden retriever pup that looked lonely. I draped my arm over his shoulders and mussed his hair. "Well, you've got me now. I won't be graduating and leaving you behind."



His smile nearly sparkled as he looked up at me. "You're the greatest, Bryan."



I laughed and went back to my unpacking. "Yeah, it's hard to be perfect, but someone has to do it." Oh yeah, I'm modest too.



*****



Rooming with Justin was perfect. We had enough common interests to never have boring conversations but we were individual enough to have lives outside of the dorm room. Once I got him used to being somewhere other than the library or the room, Justin made friends easily. There wasn't any of the glomming that can happen when a new student makes friends with an older one. We just clicked.



One great thing was neither Justin nor I brought anyone back to the room. It was a sanctuary of study, relaxation and camaraderie. I'd dated a lot in high school. Sex was great, but I just couldn't seem to warm up to anyone as more than friends. Being in theater I'd never thought much about who was gay and who was straight. It was never an issue for me; I liked girls. If a guy liked me, I didn't freak and usually I'd be flattered, but I was sincere in my disinterest.



Of course, just because I liked girls didn�t mean I had time for one. I was as fanatical about my theater studies as Justin was about his writing. Neither of us dated, though we both had a handful of girl friends that might have wanted us to ask. I wasn't alone; I had Justin. I didn't feel sexually frustrated because my hand was one damn good lover. Life was good. Girls could wait.



We were kicking back, looking at the autumn leaves after a game of Frisbee, when Justin turned to me. "You don't date."



I laughed. "No time."



Justin looked at me curiously. Something about the way he'd do that, his head cocked to one side and his lips set in a thoughtful pout, just made me want to hug him. He was just that damn cute; especially after games without those fucking glasses.



I grabbed him around the neck and nuggied him as he laughed and half-heartedly tried to get away. "How can I have time for dating with you around? You're such an attention hound!"



He pulled out of my hold and stuck his tongue out at me. His face was flush and he studied his toes for a second before smiling. "Ok."



We were best friends. That was enough.



*****



I don't think I could remember when I was happier than I was with Justin as my roommate. We were buds. Nothing was ever an issue. We could just be honest and talk about anything. The other great thing was that we were just like brothers; personal space was a non-issue.



Justin really was a brain. He studied, he researched, he wrote constantly and he skated. The only breaks to his routine were my performances. He didn't miss any. It was like having my own cheering section. His only area of academic weakness was exams. The boy totally freaked over tests. Away from a test he could tell you everything about the subject in complete detail, but in the test he was lucky to put four sentences together that made sense. He never felt he'd done them right, though he never received a grade below a B. The week of Finals had him in a total panic.



I tried to ignore Justin's frantic search for some obscure note he was certain would be the focus of his Philosophy exam. After his third attempt to destroy his notebook I finally couldn't take it. "Justin, chill out!" I tossed my textbook down and got up. "You're driving me nuts."



Watery eyes looked back at me and his chin was shaking. "I'm sorry, Brian. I'm so fucked up."



How do you stay mad at someone like Justin? I certainly can't. I went over and massaged his neck. He was as tense as a board. "All you need is a good night's rest, bud. You've been drinking Coke like water and falling asleep at the desk for days. You're going to be fried by finals."



He bowed his head and nodded. "Yeah. I've always been like this. I used to drive my parents nuts."



"So, how'd they deal with it?"



I was digging into one of the knots in his shoulder and he moaned. "It was really stupid."



"What?"



"How Mom dealt with me." He shrugged off my hands and stood up. "Thanks, Bryan." He looked embarrassed.



"You didn't tell me what they did." I smirked. "How can I help my bro out if I don't know what to do?"



"Drop it; it doesn't matter." He was looking more uncomfortable by the moment.



I reached out and mussed his hair. It was always fun to do. Justin's hair was soft and felt almost like silk. "Come on, Just. What?"



He couldn't meet my eyes. "Mom used to hold me and sing me to sleep when it got bad."



Normally I would have laughed if someone told me that. Instead, I thought it was just too adorable. I'd long lost my image of Justin being a geek. He was just Justin, the guy who wore his heart on his sleeve and could still be cool about it. "Oh."



He blinked at me. "Oh? I'm a fucking wimp and all you can say is 'oh'?" His voice was trembling.



"It's weird, but I accepted you're weird when we became friends." My first impulse was to hug him but that seemed a bit presumptuous. "I'm just trying to figure out how to get your Mom up here to help."



Justin blew. "Oh, fuck you! I don't need my Mommy to kiss my booboos!" He grabbed for his stuff and made like he was heading for the door.



"Hey!" I grabbed his arm. "I didn't mean it that way."



He tried to pull away but I'm a hell of a lot bigger and stronger. I had a wildcat on my hands as he tried to get loose. His books went everywhere as the struggle overturned his unzipped book bag. Landing on his bed, I held him to me and didn't let go till he stopped fighting.



He started to cry into my shirt. "I'm sorry, Bryan." By the way he was shaking; I knew he was scared. I think he was scared I'd laugh at him or reject him.



I looked at the clock. It was nearly ten, early by our standards, but not too early to catch up on some well needed rest. "Let's get some rest, Just. I don't think either of us could study any more tonight."



I let him go and stood up. He nodded absently and got off the bed. We stripped down to our boxers and took turns brushing and using the toilet. I waited till he was back before I pulled back the sheets and climbed into his bed.



He just blinked at me. "Bryan, what are you doing?"



"You're Mom's not here; I thought I'd help my little bro' out." I don't know why I was worried he'd say no. It wasn't like I wanted to have sex with him. I just wanted my best friend to keep from losing it completely by Wednesday.



"You don't have to�"



"Oh shut up and get in." I snapped at him but kept a grin on my face. "I'm not going to threaten your virtue!"



That, at least, made him laugh. "Not that I could stop you if you tried."



"Yeah, I could have had you any time I wanted; I'm such a stud. Now get in here before I change my mind."



Justin got in, and I reached across him to turn off the desk lamp. It was a little weird at first. I wasn't sure what would be comfortable. Finally I just wrapped my arm about him and pulled him up to me. Spooning felt too intimate but in single beds you don't have much space. Justin seemed to be holding his breath.



I couldn't think of any lullabies. Finally I just started humming a love song from one of the plays I'd been in. It was a soft, relaxing tune so I hoped it would work. After a couple minutes, Justin relaxed and just sank against me. He murmured something I couldn't make out and his body trembled for a moment before he fell asleep. It took me a lot longer to get there myself. I really liked how it felt to hold someone. I fell asleep wondering if it was time to start dating again.



I woke to the horrible feeling that something was missing. I felt around the bed while my brain booted up. Justin wasn't there. I actually had a moment of panic before I heard the toilet flush. Chastising myself, I stretched and tried to get the rest of my brain engaged.



Justin came in. He looked a lot more rested but he avoided looking at me. "Morning."



I got out of bed, reached out and mussed his hair. "Feeling better?"



"Yeah, thanks." He rummaged around, picking up his books while I got rid of my morning woody and had a piss. His eyes followed me as I went back to my bed and flopped down. "Are you ok with me?"



I blinked. "Sure, we're cool." I smiled at the ceiling. "It was kind of nice. I've never sung someone to sleep before."



He was giving me that puppy-dog smile again. That was the Justin I'd become friends with. He didn't say anything but I think he was a lot happier.



Finals came and went without a hitch. Justin and I were having our breakfast ritual; Starbucks coffees, muffins and fruit out in the park. It was cold but we didn't care. We'd started it last summer and had no intention of stopping. I realized this would be our last meal together till the next semester. We were both packed for the holidays and would be heading home to our families for Christmas.



I raised my coffee to him with a smile. "To a semester survived!"



He laughed and raised his cup. "To not freaking out in exams."



That made my smile broader. I hadn't thought about it all week. I picked up my muffin and brought up my idea between bites. "I think we should start dating next semester."



Coffee spewed everywhere as Justin tried not to choke. He gasped a few times and stared at me. "What?"



I shrugged. "You know, girls, dating? I think we're becoming hermits. Maybe we need some more social outlets, you know?"



When I looked back at him, he looked like someone had killed his dog. He just stared at me for a few moments and then looked back at his coffee. "Yeah, sure."



I draped my arm across his shoulders and gave him a quick hug. "It'll be great, Just. You'll see." Or at least, that's what I thought.



*****



Things started getting tense when we came back from Winter Break. I couldn't put my finger on it. Justin's normal "easy going" smile seemed more strained. We never did get around to dating. Justin added another course to his load at the beginning of the semester, taking him to twenty-one credits, which was insane. I had been accepted into the "University Players," the campus performance troupe, so I was too busy to think about it. We didn't talk as much and we'd spend more time in the room in silence or with background music as the only sound.



I noticed Justin's smile was gone again when I was trying to pick out something to wear for an audition for Romeo & Juliet. His eyes seemed to almost push at me. "Why do you do that?"



I had no idea what he was talking about. "Do what?"



He grunted. "Wander around nude all the time." He rolled over and went back to reading his textbook.



I suddenly felt self-conscious. I mean, I didn't care if he wanted to look at me or not but I didn't think I was exactly unpleasant to look at. Hell, I liked what I looked like when I looked in the mirror. Tall, black hair, strong jaw, lean body, wide shoulders, I was put together pretty well. I didn't exactly spend time ogling myself, but an actor should know what his physical appearance lends to for parts.



I looked down. Yeah, I was naked. I'm a thespian; we have to change in all conditions back stage; at a certain point you just stop worrying about it. "I didn't know it bothered you."



He made a dismissive sound. "Did I say it bothered me? I was just curious."



"Never thought about it, really, you rather I keep the towel on?"



Justin shut his book and jerked off the bed in a huff. "Why the fuck should I care what you wear, Bryan?" He grabbed his textbook and board. "I'm gonna hit the library."



He brushed past me and left before I could get a word out. Something was wrong. I just wish I knew what it was. I didn't have time to run it down. I had auditions to get to.



I was so stoked. I'd been cast as Romeo for the Shakespeare performance during "theater week". What was even better was that Tina was cast as Juliet. We were perfectly matched for the parts. Tina was one of the best actresses in Campus Theater. I couldn't think of someone else I'd rather be working with on the performances. We had a month to get our parts perfect, and like the consummate professionals we were, we dove in feet first.



I had to tell Justin. We got back to the room after we received the rehearsal schedule and I couldn't contain myself. Justin looked up, his face a mixture of bewilderment and annoyance as I drug Tina in with me. "Justin, I got the part!"



For a brief moment, that puppy dog smile curled his lips. "Which one, you only rehearsed a half dozen?"



"Romeo!" I stepped back and gestured to Tina. "This is Tina; she's Juliet."



His smile tightened and he looked her over, assessing. "You'll make a great pair."



"We're going to have to rehearse a lot; we've only got a month." I couldn't wait to get going.



Apparently, neither could Justin. He just nodded and tucked his laptop into his backpack. "I've got some research. You guys can use the room."



I hadn't wanted to banish him from the room. I'd wanted to share my happiness with my best friend. That kind of killed the fun. "Ok." He was almost out the door before I asked, "See you at dinner?"



He paused. "Yeah, sure, I've got to eat anyway. Thanks."



I just didn't get it, so I cornered him at dinner. "Ok, Justin, what gives? Last semester you didn't mind when I rehearsed in the room."



He frowned at me. "Well, last semester I wasn't taking twenty one credits."



I shrugged. "Granted, but that hurt when you just walked out like that. I thought you'd be happy for me."



Stabbing at his mashies he sighed. "I am. But look at it from my point of view; Romeo & Juliet is a romance."



"So?" I couldn�t see how that would affect anything.



His eyes were sad when he looked back up at me. "It'd feel like I'm the third guy on a date, Bryan. I know it's just a play but you guys are going to be declaring your love and kissing and stuff." He shrugged and looked at his plate again. "It'd be too distracting."



"It's not like I'm dating Tina or anything, Just. It's just acting."



He shrugged. "I know. Let's drop it, ok?"



I sighed. "Ok."



Either I was over at Tina's room or she was over in ours every day. I should have seen something was really wrong. Last semester Justin had enjoyed when I rehearsed with others in the room, but from the first day he kept ducking out when we used the dorm room. I honestly thought it was that he needed to study for finals and didn't need the distractions. Exams were only a couple weeks after "theater week" and he was taking the course load from hell. I thought that was all it was.



Justin had ducked out to hit the library, as usual, just after Tina arrived. We went over the scenes again, fine tuning our tone and inflection and trying to be two people in love. Maybe we did that too well. I don't actually remember which one of us didn't stop the kiss, but it had kept going and going. It didn't stop for longer than a few moments when we were stripping out of our clothes. Sure, our lips were a lot of places other than our mouths, but I think it was just one long, ecstatic kiss from the point we stopped talking to the point Tina was under me, crying out from her second orgasm, as Justin walked in.



The look on his face was indescribable; if you mixed horror, heartbreak and betrayal together you might get close. I was scrambling off the bed, stammering, while Tina was trying to cover herself. Justin just glared at me with that look and finally blew. He didn't actually say anything in English; it was more like some primal sound of pain. It made me feel like I'd betrayed him.



"Justin, wait!" I grabbed his arm as he tried to get out the door. The look of raw pain in his eyes caused me to flinch back.



That's when he said it and left. It felt like my life was over.



*****



I was still sitting on the bed, staring at the floor and trying to understand why I hurt so much when Justin came back in. It was after 1am. He looked like he'd been sick, or crying, or both.



He didn't say anything. He just pulled out a bag from under his bed and started putting some clothes in it. I stared at him in stricken disbelief. "What are you doing?"



He shrugged. "Jeff said I could room with him till the end of the semester."



That hurt worse than when he walked out five hours before. The first time had a good dose of shock in it to numb the pain. The idea that he would just walk away from our friendship was like a slow, burning acid that seemed to eat its way from my heart to my gut. "Why?" I think it was the fact I had to choke it out that made him look at me. "I thought we were friends."



He was crying again. "I guess that's all we were, Brian. It's not your fault I thought it was more."



I blinked at him. All the times he'd looked at me and smiled at me came flashing back. The puppy-dog smiles, the private jokes, the times we'd just sit and talk till all hours, they all looked different when viewed at from that point of view. The first time he saw me shirtless over the summer, the times I came out of the shower without worrying about a towel, all those shy, flustered looks suddenly had new meaning. The most surprising thing was I'd been playing along. Me, Mr. "thanks but I'm not interested", had been flirting right along with him. God, I was such a fucking dick.



He had turned back to his bed during my revelations and had finished stuffing what he'd need into his bag. I looked at his back and had to ask, "Do you really hate me?"



Justin looked at me again; it was as if I'd slapped him. He didn't say anything, but I could see his answer in his eyes. His eyes didn't leave mine as I stood up and crossed the gap between our beds. He was trembling as I bracketed his face with my hands. Fuck Romeo and Juliet, the volumes being spoken by the way he trembled said more than a thousand flowery diatribes about love. I bent down and kissed him.



He whimpered as I pulled back, and looked at me like I'd just punched him. "Bryan�" I put my finger to his lips. I didn't want any words. I didn't want to talk myself into or out of this. I'd spent so much time focusing on words and speeches and dialogue that I'd missed all the rest of what was being said. I wanted to listen to the rest of the conversation; I wanted to feel what we were saying with our bodies all the way to my soul.



I kissed him again and he responded. His hands, gripping my hair, were gasping I've wanted this for so long. My hands, sliding down to find the hem of his shirt, moaned Let's not wait any more.



The shirt, however, said You're such a fucking klutz. It nearly strangled him and caught on his glasses before I got it over his head.



His cheeks were flushed with excitement and more than a little embarrassment as he settled those ugly-shit frames back on his nose. Slowly pulling the specs off, I set them on the desk and studied his face. My fingers traced under his eyes, brushing away the tears and whispered though their awe filled touch, You have such beautiful eyes.



His lips sought mine out, begging Please, tell me you meant it. I think the chill that ran down my spine and the moan that escaped my lips said enough.



He didn't say anything; Justin was as hooked as I was. To anyone listening you'd have thought we were "trying to stay quiet," but we weren't, we were communicating on so many levels that words would have ruined it.



Can I? His eyes were searching mine as he brought his hands to my chest. I nodded and closed my eyes as Justin's lips began searing my skin with tentative but hopeful kisses. It was all I could do to keep standing as he got to my abs. I was achingly rigid and his tongue kept brushing my tip as he tasted my navel.



Then he licked me. The only part of me that didn't scream was my voice. My fingers were digging into his shoulders as he lathed around my head like it was an ice cream cone in danger of melting. He was killing me. After only a minute I had to drag him back up. He looked disappointed, but when he saw the sweat and tremors his lips curled into a smile that said Oh, you liked it.



I pressed the smartass little bastard back on the bed and fought with his jeans. The desperation in my fingers snarled Just wait till I get you back! I yanked off his jeans and briefs in one motion and stopped. He was so pretty; ok, pretty wasn't the right word because there really wasn't anything effeminate about his features. That's the problem with trying to find words, sometimes there simply aren't ones that work.



My body stretched out over his and I just lay there, trembling, as every place we were connected sighed, Yes.



He began kissing my neck again; his hands wandering as his lips asked, Is this ok? My fingers smoothed away his concerns as I marveled in the silkiness of his hair. His hands made it to my ass and elicited a moan as they squeezed. My hips were panting, God, yeah, as we ground against each other. I shuddered as his fingers brushed between my cheeks and touched me. It wasn't unwelcome but I wasn't ready.



Sorry, was what his hands whispered as he started pulling back.



I clenched my cheeks and held his fingers there. The reassuring pressure promised, Next time.



That had him looking at me. His eyes were so full of emotion that I couldn't understand it all. I just nodded and let my lips pressing against his say the rest. Yeah, there will be a next time.



He suddenly gripped me and he couldn't hold back the startled cry as he flooded our bellies with his release. Biting my shoulder he rode through the shock of it. His teeth hissed, Oh fuck, oh god, oh�



That did me in. Just the idea that I could do that to someone without saying a word threw me over the edge. I clenched my eyes shut and exhaled my own strangled surprise as I joined him. When we both stopped shaking, I sank down against him and nuzzled his neck. Justin's fingers played sleepily in my hair, saying, I don't want this to end.



Rolling over on my side I pulled Justin to me and spooned against his back. As my arms held Just, the soft tremble that passed through him sank into my heart. With my cheek resting against his hair, I looked at the wrecked sheets of my empty bed. I had no intention of going back to it. My nose brushed his ear, asking, Forgiven?



His contented sigh and rapid descent into sleep was all the answer I needed. Body language, who knew?



*****



The applause was deafening as Tina and I took our second bows. As the curtain fell for the last time, Tina hugged me and kissed my cheek before practically dancing toward the dressing rooms. We had a new understanding after that night of release. It was more honest, more real, and I was sure it would be a friendship to last a lifetime.



Justin smiled at me, his eyes moist, as I came off stage. The curl of his lips and the tense excitement in the way he stood said, That was awesome. I didn't need to ask. Everything he did spoke volumes on how he felt about the performance; but we had our game, and I enjoyed it. "What'd you think?"



I looked into his eyes and couldn't help catching my breath. Without his glasses, he really did have the most beautiful eyes. His lips curled into the most mischievous smirk I'd ever seen. "I hated you in that scene."



I snaked my arm around him and his body did that tremble that will always make my stomach do flip-flops. I nuzzled his neck and hoped everyone was watching. They knew me as Mr. "thanks, not interested", but the way our bodies fit so effortlessly together affirmed, Thanks, I'm taken. I kissed my way back up to his lips before smiling into Justin's misty eyes. "Yeah, I know; I hate you too."



The End

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