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As I watched, eyes glued to his crotch, the outline of his cock became more pronounced against the cotton and started to grow thickly, tenting the front of his briefs. I swallowed again and licked lips that were suddenly dry, my head now clear and alert. I was aware of Jamie swaying above me and, on instinct, I put my hands on each side of his waist to steady him. He groaned, and put his hands firmly down on my shoulders. I looked up, his eyes were shut tight but, amazingly, his cock suddenly started moving slowly towards my face. Time seemed to stand still, and I was aware of the thumping of my heart in my chest. The white cotton covered cock stopped, almost resting against my cheek. I would just have to move an inch forward…I looked up again, Jamie’s face was a picture of intense concentration, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly, his breath coming in short, rasping pants. Without thinking any more, I moved my head forward slowly, put out my tongue and ran it up the underside of his covered cock. He gasped, and his legs trembled slightly, but he didn‘t move away. I licked him again, slowly from base to tip, and his prick pulsed under my tongue and swelled in the moist briefs. I slipped my hands under the elastic of his pants at the side of his thighs and, reaching back, ran my hands over his silky taught ass cheeks. Jamie groaned, and I took my hands away, reached up to the waistband of his briefs and slowly began inching them down his hips. His bush of dark blond pubes was revealed and then, slowly, the base of his cock. I drew the underwear down, the pressure of his erect stiffy fighting me all the way, until finally his swollen red head cleared the material and his whole prick jerked upwards, swinging back in front of my face. The head was beautiful, wide and round, the open piss slit already forming a tear of precum, which I licked off, with a swift jab of my tongue. Jamie gasped, and groaned again as I leant forward and slid his red head between my lips. He stretched my mouth wide, but I didn’t stop, I slowly sucked his whole fleshy long length into my mouth, stopping only when his thick, tight pubes surrounded my nose. I backed off a bit, savouring the taste and feel of his swollen cock, then started slowly sliding his sizeable length in and out of my puckered moist lips. Jamie began to feel the rhythm I was creating and bucked his hips slightly every time I sucked him in, forcing his throbbing head against the back of my throat. He was panting now, short hard breaths, and I feared he’d spunk in my mouth before anything else could happen. With an audible pop I came off the end of his cock, a thin string of saliva connecting his member to my mouth. I looked up, and saw his eyes open, saw that intense green gaze meet mine. “Can I touch you?” I demanded, throatily. He nodded, and gave me his funny half-smile again.
I got him to step out of the crumpled undies lying around his feet, and told him to turn around. His ass was magnificent, chunky and bold and bursting with hard packed muscle. His cheeks were covered in a fine dusting of blond hair, and swept down to form a perfect crease at the top of his thighs. I nudged Jamie forward, and he rested his knees on the edge of the bed mattress. This pushed his ass out, nearer my face, and made the cheeks spread slightly, allowing me my first glimpse of his lightly haired crack. I reached out and ran my fingers down his ass, applying a light pressure with my fingernails. Jamie tensed, his round globes tightening, his back arching, as a new sensation overwhelmed his senses. I spread a palm on each muscular globe and parted his cheeks. My first sight of his tight pink hole nestled amongst the darker hairs was like a punch in the guts. My breathing was almost a pant now, as I slowly trailed my tongue up the valley of his ass, flattening the darker hairs between his cheeks, until I reached the silky pink knot of his sphincter. I teased it with the tip of my tongue, hearing Jamie groan above me, tightening his grip on the bed sheet. I moved my hands even further apart, forcing Jamie’s cheeks to spread wider, and almost came in my pants as his sphincter opened slightly, creating a little dark tunnel into Jamie’s inside. I lapped my tongue over and over on Jamie’s exposed hole, sticking my tongue as far as I could into the dark tunnel, revelling in the taste and smell and feeling of having my mouth on this beautiful man’s most intimate part. He was thrashing about now, moaning and panting, his back arched. I put my finger in my mouth, then rubbed it over Jamie’s soft pink slit. He gasped and I felt him push back slightly onto my finger. I slowly pushed my finger against his hole and after a little resistance felt his sphincter give way and my finger entered his velvety smooth channel. I poked it all the way until my knuckles hit Jamie’s muscled cheeks. I pulled it out nearly all the way, then drove it in again with more force. Jamie’s panting got louder. “Stick it in, fucking stick it in” he cried, and started bucking his hips, trying to drive my probing finger further into his guts. I slicked another finger and added it to the first, mesmerised at watching my two fingers parting Jamie’s muscle and stretching his hole.
My own cock was leaking precum like a dodgy tap, so with my free hand I undid my buttons and zipper, and half stood to pull my trousers below my knees. My skivvies were tented at the front by a rock hard prick, a dark wet patch already showing where my precum was oozing out of my swollen head. I shucked off my undies and my cock sprang free, sticking straight up and probably as hard as I’d ever known it. I pulled my fingers out of Jamie’s ass, and stood up behind him. I don’t know what I was thinking, I was pretty much out of control with lust but, standing behind him, his spread cheeks giving me full view of his stretched pink hole, I leaned in and started rubbing the head of my stiff prick up and down the valley of Jamie’s spread bum. His moaning became even more pronounced, and he thrust his ass back, forcing my stiff tool to ride over his hole, back and forth. I grabbed his cheeks and forced them up and out, his pink ring of muscle opening before my eyes, my sticky engorged purple cockhead bouncing over its rim with every thrust. I could feel myself getting close to cumming all over Jamie’s gorgeous bum, so I pulled slightly away to stop the friction. I reached between Jamie’s thighs and fondled his hairy ball sack, amazed at how tight it had become. He whimpered softly, so I moved my hand forward and started sliding his stiff cock between my fingers. He must have been near to eruption point as he suddenly sat back, throwing his head back onto my shoulder and started moaning loudly. I guessed he was about to cum, so I quickly moved my hand around his hip to better grasp his cock, and my other hand went down to his bum, my fingers parting his sweaty cheeks to prod at his moist hole. He groaned “I’m gonna come!” and suddenly his prick hardened to iron and I felt the first pulse in his cock as a thick white rope of spunk shot from his cockhead. He must have shot three or four big loads far onto the white sheet before falling forwards, resting his weight on his hands. I had been feeling my own orgasm building and now let loose, spraying Jamie’s smooth ass cheek with a blast of my own hot white cum. I watched, amazed, as it ran in rivulets down his thigh and onto the bed sheet, forming a dark patch against the white cotton.
After a few seconds my heart started returning to its normal rhythm, and I stood back from Jamie, my trousers finally completing their delayed journey to my ankles. Jamie turned towards me, and sat on the bed, his cock already drooping and now squashed between his thighs. A tear of cum was forming at the tip and I suddenly longed to lean over and lick it off. I looked at him. He was looking at me. “I don’t know what to say,” I said, trying to gauge what his response would be.
“Neither do I,” he answered. “Shit, what just happened?” He looked like he was in a state of shock.
“Are you OK about…you know…” I trailed off, glad that at least he wasn‘t angry.
“I don’t know” he replied, “what about you?”
I took a deep breath, this was kind of the moment. I looked at him squarely in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m OK with this. I sort of, you know…wanted to…touch you” I said slowly.
He didn’t answer for a moment, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. “It was…nice,” he said finally. “But I think I need to sleep.”
“Sure” I said, and turned away from him, pulling my undies back up over my sticky cock, my trousers off, and got into the bed.
Jamie stood up, turned off the light, and came back over to the bed. I assumed he was going to haul himself up onto his top bunk, but he paused as if undecided about what to do. The moon outside cast a bright white light directly into the room and I could half sense, half see him looking at me intently. He said quietly, “Can I come in with you?”
I nodded, pulled back the covers, and he slid underneath, his long body lying next to mine, thigh-to-thigh, hip-to-hip. I lay there, listening to Jamie breathe, not daring to move for fear of waking him, until after about ten minutes I heard his breathing deepen as he slid slowly into his sleep.
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I was filling in the gaps in Trent’s hectic life, doing his laundry, running errands, and soon my life and his life, melded into our life. The condo next door almost seemed unfamiliar to both of us when we walked in, like a remnant of a past life.
Then, one night, Trent came home and I wasn’t there. I had run to the store.
He called me cell phone and asked, “Where are you? I’m home, and you’re not here.”
I noticed a tone in his voice that sounded like he was upset with me, and I had just had the day from hell. It seemed everything that could go wrong had gone wrong that day, and now to hear disappointment in Trent’s voice was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I’m at the store, Trent. I realized we were out of coffee for the morning, and I forgot to pick it up today. I’ll be home in a few minutes, ok?” I heard myself say in a frustrated tone.
“What’s going on with you? Why are you in such a bad mood?” Trent asked.
“Trent, I’m in the checkout line. Can I talk to you when I get home?” I said, still using the same condescending tone.
“Yeah, I guess.” He said sounding rather confused.
I paid for the few items I had bought, and headed to the car. “Why didn’t I remember to pick up coffee at lunchtime. Now, I got Trent upset with me. What a fucking day…” I thought as I climbed into the car. All the way home, I had beaten myself up for everything that had gone wrong that day. Without realizing it, this had made me flat out venomous by the time I got back to my place. I was pissed at myself and the world, and that was about to make my day even worse.
Trent was in the shower when I walked in, and I put away the few things I had gotten at the store and made myself a drink. A few moments later, Trent emerged from the bathroom.
“Hey,” he said as he walked toward me, cautiously.
For some reason, I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Hey.” I returned.
He leaned in and kissed me, and I pulled away.
“What the fuck is the problem?” he said in an agitated tone.”What do you think, I’m just supposed to be here waiting for you when you get home? Like I have nothing better to do?” I said. I couldn’t believe I heard myself saying it. I hated hearing myself saying it, because nothing in it was true. The truth is, that I was okay with Trent’s schedule, though I’d sure rather spend more time with him. He had been honest with me from the start, and aside from that, I don’t think either of us had planned for our relationship to happen at this moment in our lives.
“Look, I just didn’t know where you were? All I did was call and ask you where you were. What the fuck is the big deal? Why are you being so nasty?”
I have to admit, he was kind of intimidating when he was angry. He towered over me, and waved his arms a lot. I quickly realized I had never seen him upset, and I didn’t like it. The angrier he got the more I wanted to kiss him. Wow, he was hot when he was mad! All I had wanted to do since I met him was to please him, and now I’m standing here causing him pain.
“You know what, FUCK YOU!” He yelled as he turned toward the bedroom.
I immediately started after him, realizing what I had done. “Trent, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just had the worst fucking day, and I just made it even worse by upsetting you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I was a dick. I’m sorry.” I apologized.
Most people feel vulnerable to some extent when they are nude, especially when they are in an argument. That apparently wasn’t the case with Trent. He was tearing into me, full force, yelling about how he was just concerned and that is why he called. And, with each sentence, I felt like a bigger and bigger heel.
He was beautiful. His face was red with anger, and his arms were flailing around, and he kept turning toward me and away from me, telling me about how I was being an asshole to him, and how he had told me he had a rough schedule. He told me he never lied to me, and yelled that this is how it always ends–a remark that was like a stake through the heart to me. I had never thought about our relationship ending; it honestly never occurred to me that our relationship could end.
After a few minutes of him ranting, the world just seemed to fade away. I no longer heard his words. I just saw his anger and drifted off into my own mind, thinking about how awful this all was and how I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was as though I couldn’t take anymore, so my mind simply disengaged, and drifted off to a quiet place. Suddenly, his words boomed into my conscious mind, “I thought you had left me.” I don’t know whether the words had completely left his lips, when I felt a tear shoot down my cheek.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking broken. I wanted the Earth to open up and swallow me. Anything to end this moment, to take it all way. I dropped to my knees in front of him, “What have I done… what have I done…” I kept repeating to myself.
“Trent, I am so sorry. I didn’t even consider that you might think that. I’m so sorry. You have to know that I love you with every fiber of my being, and I have no intention of leaving you, now or ever. You are the only guy for me. You make me feel whole. I worship you.” I grabbed his face, and looked into his eyes, which I now realized were filled with tears, “I worship you.” I told him.
He grabbed my face and kissed me, and slowly lay back, as I slid on top of him, straddling his lap, and kissing him deeply. “I’m so sorry,” I said as we kissed.
“I love you. I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you, Paul. You are my world.” Trent said.
“And, you are mine. I’m so sorry.” I said as we continued to kiss.
After about ten minutes, we had started to calm down. He was lying on his back on the bed, and I was still straddling him, hugging his chest, and he was kissing the top of my head. I rose up and looked down at him, “I’m so sorry. Are we okay?”
He looked back at me, and said, “Yeah, tell me again.”
“Tell you what again?”
“You know. What you told me a minute ago. Tell me again.”
“I love you?” I asked.
“No.”
I quickly recounted the conversation from the past few minutes, and then it clicked, “I worship you.”
“Again.”
“Trent, I worship you,” I said as I leaned down and hovered just above his lips.
“Yeah, I like that…” he hissed, with a big smile on his face. That smile lifted the veil of anxiety that had covered the room, and with that one smile it seemed as though order had been restored. I leaned in and kissed him, and felt his big hands caressing my back and thighs.
“There’s just one thing,” he said, as he broke our kiss.
“Yeah, what’s that?” I asked.
“A suitable punishment,” he returned, as he brought his big hand down against my ass. “You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?”
I just kind of chuckled, and asked, “Oh, I see. Well, what would be a suitable punishment?”
“You deserve to be punished right? For what you did to me, right?” He asked, apparently wanting me to admit I needed to be punished.
Just the way he said it was making me hot! “Yeah, I deserve it. Punish me Trent.”
“Get undressed,” he instructed.
I got undressed, and Trent grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the bed.
One of my arms was trapped under my chest. The other was caught between me and Trent, at my side. He slapped my ass, and my cock jumped to attention. “Fuck, that is hot! I can’t believe this is making me so hot!” I thought.
“Tell me again,” he ordered.
“I worship you, Trent,” I responded.
His hand slapped my ass again. “Again!” He ordered.
“Ow! I worship you!” I cried out.
Suddenly, he got up and straddled the small of my back facing my ass. My arms were still pinned, and he was now smacking my ass with both of his big hands. I could feel my ass starting to burn, but there was something incredibly erotic about this. He seemed intently focused.
“Yeah, look at that ass. It’s glowin’ red. Now, THAT’S a hot ass! You like having your ass smacked?” Trent asked.
“Yes, I love it.” I blurted out.
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I must have dozed off too, images of muscular golden footballing thighs floating through my mind, as the next thing I knew was Jamie’s voice, breaking through my foggy mind with a regular calling of my name. I opened my eyes. Jamie’s face swam into focus, hanging over the edge of the bed above. “Alright sleepy” he grinned. “Probably time to get up now.” The room had darkened since we lay down, the evening sun now casting a fiery orange glow onto the white walls. As I yawned and rubbed my eyes Jamie’s legs suddenly swung out over the edge of the bed, and with a grunt he pushed himself off, landing on the floor near the head of my bunk. This now put my line of vision directly in line with his light-blue covered ass and, as if a bucket of cold water had been suddenly thrown on me, I was jolted awake.
What an ass it was! Even in the fading light I had a clear view of the fullness of his cheeks filling the briefs, and the slight shadow where the material was drawn into the cleft of his backside. He yawned, rubbed his head, ambled over to where he’d dropped his rucksack before and knelt down to get some clothes from inside. This just served to pull the thin material even tighter over his ass and down a little from the waistband, revealing an inch or so of golden bum crack. I had two choices: to throw caution to the wind and wank off there and then, so aroused was I becoming, or to get up and try to keep myself under control. Feigning nonchalance I got off the bed and went towards the bathroom, of course having a long stare at the golden skin of the top of his ass and the shadow where it swooped down towards the hidden treasure. God, I just wanted to rip off those little briefs, bend Jamie over the chair, spread his beautiful cheeks and bury my tongue in his little pink virgin hole. He was turning me on so much!
And that pretty much set the routine for the week. For two people sharing a room there proved to be remarkably few opportunities to catch Jamie in the buff. He was usually awake and showering before I stirred, and invariably was wearing underwear or swimming trunks when I finally unglued my eyes. We spent some of our time together, going to the beach or mooching around the craft stalls in one of the small villages near the resort, but he was also good at giving me the space he thought I wanted. The truth was that, increasingly, I just wanted to spend time with him. I was finding out so much more about him, about the things he liked, his opinions and feelings on a range of subjects, and I was liking him more and more. He was funny, surprisingly quick-witted, and actually one of the most charming men I had ever met. He made me feel…well…special and, like a druggie starved of a fix, I was becoming hooked on him and wanting more. And he seemed to like being around me. I seemed to make him laugh a lot, and we often just joked around, when we were getting ready to go out or at the pool side. He even instigated a few mini-wrestles, grabbing me from behind and pinning me down on the floor between his golden thighs. The first time this happened, and his crotch ended up only an inch or two from my face, I nearly shot one off in my pants. And I’m sure he knew the effect he was having on me. Touching his skin, catching his eye, wondering if he was thinking of me as I was of him, all meant I was walking around with a near constant semi-stiffy.
Just being around him had my senses spinning, the way he walked, his smell, his natural grace and agility. The first time I came down to the beach to join him and the guys for a spot of sunbathing he had been messing about in the warm sea, and when he saw me he waved, shouted to me, and splashed out of the sea to walk back up to where we had laid our towels. I nearly fainted! The little red Aussiebum’s were clinging vainly to his hips, their stretchy material bulging out at the front with the effort of containing his heavy cock. They weren’t exactly sheer (my Jamie was no tart!) but the water made them cling to his body like a second skin, and as he got nearer I could make out the distinct banana outline of a meaty cock and balls, the blond hairs of his inner thighs turned dark. I thanked Jesus for sunglasses, as my eyes were no doubt out on stalks, but he just ambled over and dropped down onto the towel next to me. He leant back on his palms, knees bent and slightly open, turning his handsome face to the sun, apparently oblivious to the effect the view of his bulging trunks and lean torso was having on me. He stayed like that for a few minutes, worshipping the sun whilst I worshipped his lean, muscular body, then he sat up straight. He looked at me and, unless I imagined it, looked me up and down. My own speedos were quite tame, I thought, but still emphasised my flat stomach and respectable package.
“Fancy a dip?” he said, raising an eyebrow and giving me a funny half-smile.
“I’m fine, I want to finish my book,” I said, flustered and blushing to my roots. Was he flirting with me? Had he seen me eyeing him up? I thought I’d been so subtle.
“See you later then,” he said, winked and sauntered off down the sand towards the water. Fuck me, but his ass looked amazing, the damp swimmers clinging to his rounded muscular cheeks, his tanned legs and back perfectly framing the vivid red briefs. I hastily adjusted my cock, took a few deep breaths and lay back on the towel to picture his body in my mind and contemplate the agony of lust…
On the last night of our holiday we all agreed to go out for some farewell-to-Tenerife drinks. The guys were all on good form as, despite not a sniff of getting laid all week, they were all convinced that this was their lucky night. Jamie and I got changed together, me casting sly glances at the prominent bulge in his undies (looking fabulous in a pair of tighty-whities) as he shaved, dressed and waxed his hair to perfection. We met the others down in the hotel bar, downed a swift half, and set off to trawl the strip of clubs, bars and crap restaurants that made up the main attraction for younger people in search of some nightlife. It was pretty packed when we got there, everybody dressed (or under-dressed) to the nines, doing that slow parade up and down in groups of friends. We got some beers and positioned ourselves in a good vantage spot to watch the beautiful things trawling by. There was noise from all directions, stereos in bars, people calling out to friends, the occasional motorbike winding its noisy way between the crowds. Comments on the various people passing our table were soon flowing freely, and I joined in with enthusiasm. Some of the guys passing by, with girls or in groups, were gorgeous, tanned and in a variety of tight fitting polo shirts, or trousers that emphasised muscular asses and hinted at some sizeable whoppers in the package department. We were all drinking quite steadily, me not wanting to appear too much of a pussy in front of the more drink hardened sports guys, and I soon felt a little bit light-headed. I felt a hand squeeze my mid-thigh. It was Jamie. “How you doing mate?” he said, “You can slow down a bit if you like.”
“I’m fine,” I said. “This is a good way to end the week.”
“Well” said Jamie, and chuckled. “I can think of better.”
He was looking into my eyes as he said this, and I nearly choked on my drink. What did that mean? Was it an ’all boys together’ lets-get-us-some-girls comment, or did his raised eyebrow and slightly flushed cheeks mean something else. Fuck, confusing or what! The rest of the evening passed in something of a blur. My mind was whirling with beer, the constant parade of hot boys, and trying not to think about what the fuck Jamie’s words meant…if anything. I was also getting a bit pissed, as was everybody else, and before I knew it, it was 4am and we were starting to wend our way back to the apartment. I felt a bit unsteady on my feet, to say the least, and after my third stumble on the pavement Jamie came alongside me and put a supportive arm around my shoulders. He was holding me!
“Shame you didn’t pull tonight” I said casually.
“The night is still young” said Jamie, and winked at me. His arm tightened around my shoulders.
When we got back to the apartment, the guys decided to crash. Jamie and I went back to our room, and as I watched him fumbling the key into the lock I realised he was a bit pissed too. Once in the room he went and sat straight on my bed and lay back, moaning softly and clutching his head. “Christ” he said. “I feel like shit”. He certainly didn’t look it, he looked fucking beautiful! I went and sat by him, my heart beginning to pick up its beat. I put a friendly arm around his shoulder (what was I doing????).
“Lets get you to bed” I said softly. Jamie nodded and managed to stand up. I pulled his t-shirt over his head, placing my hands on his chest to steady him as he threatened to topple over. His skin was golden and warm and his wide chest was hard with muscle. I kept my hands there as he began loosening his belt and, with a flourish, undid his top button on his jeans. He leaned forward slightly and dropped his jeans to the floor, then stood upright and tried to kick them off his feet. He was getting tangled in the twisted material so I knelt down in front of him and, removing his trainers first, pulled his jeans off over his feet. This done, I rocked back onto my toes and suddenly realised I was eye level with his undies clad waist. The bulge at the front was way bigger than when he had got dressed earlier and, I swallowed dryly, there was a definite twitch behind the white cotton.
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When my college housemate Jamie first suggested going on holiday to Tenerife together I jumped at the chance. “Really?” I said eagerly. “That’d be really cool, we can go and see that cave I was telling you about, you know, the one with the fossils…” I was amazed at the offer, and chuffed at the same time. I mean, Jamie and I weren’t even that close friends…
“Whoa, hang on a minute,” said Jamie, laughing. “It’s not just us two going, and I’m not sure it’s supposed to be that kind of holiday.”
He explained that one of his football club regulars had broken an ankle during a nasty tackle and was going to need to stay in England for treatment. That left a place free on the holiday, at a discounted cost of course and he had thought I might enjoy a break after studying so hard for our first year exams.
“Oh” I said, a bit put out that I was being added on to obviously make up the numbers, “well, I suppose I could make it, but there’s no way I’m playing footie all week…”
“You don’t have to,” said Jamie, rolling his eyes. “It’s not a team holiday, just a week away in the sun, bunch of mates, you can do what you like, go where you like, do whatever. I just thought you might enjoy it.”
“Alright” I said, a bit mollified. “Who else is going?”
Jamie reeled off four or five names, blokes I didn’t know, but whom he said were “a really good laugh.” I was still not sure. I mean, what would I have in common with a group of football playing meatheads, just out to get pissed every night and shag as many girls as they could get their greedy hands on. Jamie wasn’t really like that, at least not every weekend, but even he and I probably wouldn’t have automatically become friends if we hadn’t been thrown together by the university in the same student house. But he was pretty laid back and un-laddy for a sports mad historian, added to which he was seriously fit with a physique worthy of the drool that (I felt sure) must have been dribbling out of my mouth when I watched him trotting off to the gym or to play football in his favourite red satin shorts. The way they clung to his solid thighs and stretched to breaking point on his meaty bum was quite often my wank image of choice on a lonely night in bed. Not that he knew any of this, or at least I didn’t think he did. But I had caught him giving me a quizzical look from time to time, his beautiful green eyes narrowing, furrowing that spotless brow, and recently he’d taken to ruffling my dark hair on his way out, a gesture that both annoyed me (like he thought I was his kid brother!) and had me sprouting a stiffy under the kitchen table.
But anyway, I reasoned to myself, it was cheap, I had been working pretty solidly on my exams, and as Jamie said, I could do what I liked once we were there. So I said yes, and spent the next week alternating between dreaming of the trips I could take (unlike most of my friends I actually enjoyed my subject, geology, and was determined to do some exploring when we were away) and day-dreaming of Jamie’s bulge in his (very small) red Aussiebum swimming briefs that I had sometimes seen hanging out on the washing line or drying on a radiator.
Now, I don’t want you to get the idea that I’m some sort of closet case, enduring a pitiful lonely existence, waiting for Mr. Right to come along and sweep me of my feet. In my own circle of friends I like to think I’m well liked and appreciated. I was certainly never short of people to see and places to go but, like I said, my university liked to mix up its student intake for our first year, and so my student house was peopled mostly with guys that I rubbed along with easily enough, but didn’t really consider as my main group of friends. And so my being gay had never really been announced to my housemates and, as I wasn’t having any sex-life to speak of, there was never that awkward moment of explaining whom the strange guy in the boxers was, nicking someone else’s milk from the fridge.
So the big day arrived, and we got up hideously early to catch our Sleazy-Jet flight to Tenerife. I’d met up with the other guys going for a drink the previous week, and they actually seemed ok to me. They didn’t get pissed off their faces, didn’t start any fights, didn’t feel up any unwilling girls and seemed to think I was alright too. There was a lot of…well…to be frank un-politically correct comments concerning the merits, or otherwise, of the various women in the pub, but most of it was actually quite funny and, to my surprise, I enjoyed the evening. They weren’t a bad looking bunch either, on the whole. They were all quite tall, overshadowing my more diminutive stature, and quite solidly built. Jamie was still the best looker, I’d thought, with his thick sandy-coloured hair going off in all directions and a pair of gorgeous pink lips that pursed seductively when he was thinking, or spread wide to accommodate his infectious smile. Carl was alright too, a bit shorter than Jamie and dark-featured in a vaguely George Michael’ish way. The other two, Andy and Marc, had faces only a blind mother would love, but made up for their looks with a stream of quick-witted banter, and some sharp observations about the various characters in the pub.
The flight was ok, I sat next to Jamie and we chatted a bit about college, watched a movie, and I managed not to be too obvious in my frequent glances at the exciting bulge outlined by his tight shorts. He was looking fantastic, his tanned muscular legs were covered in a fine coating of sun-bleached blond hairs and his fitted t-shirt showed off his well-developed chest and gave a peek of golden fur at the top. He dozed off for a short while and, on the pretence of being interested in the in-flight magazine, I allowed myself a longer stare at his masculine beauty, drinking in the wide shoulders and small waist outlined by his t-shirt. I had to surreptitiously adjust myself under the magazine as his sleeping form slumped slightly in his seat, causing the bulge of his cock to attempt a break for freedom from the constraints of his shorts. It was as much as I could do not to reach out and give it a stroke, and I had to content myself with imagining the warm weight of his length, and the feel of it stiffening in my hand, my lips sucking on his purple mushroom, as I too dozed off.
We landed in good time, in an intense dry heat, only to discover that our transfer coach to the apartment had broken down further inland. We decided to use public transport, resulting in quite a trek to get to our apartment, and by the time we arrived we were all feeling a bit hot, sweaty and grouchy. I hadn’t really given much thought to what would happen when we got to the apartment, so when it came time to drop our bags in the rooms and freshen up I wasn’t expecting the sudden lurch in my chest when Jamie said I’d be sharing with him. Apparently Carl and Marc, housemates back in England, always shared rooms on trips, partly because they were used to each other’s routines and partly because Andy was a notorious snorer so nobody wanted to share with him. I took a few deep breaths and followed Jamie down the sunlit corridor to a nice room, airy and sunny, with a terrace that looked out over the beachfront and lush green hills. He dropped his bag, asked if it was ok for him to shower first, and proceeded to take off his t-shirt. This was ok, I’d seen him bare-chested loads of times in our house, but when his hands started pulling on the drawstring of his shorts as he idly kicked off his flip-flops, I made a gabbled excuse and bolted to the terrace, saying I needed some air. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, I knew Jamie was straight, but the sudden realisation that my fantasy was about to be revealed just proved too much. I heard the hiss of the shower, and Jamie whistling. Shit…what if that was my only opportunity to catch a look at his cock? I composed myself, cleared my throat a few times, and went back in to the bedroom. We had a room with bunks, and Jamie had swung his bags up onto the top, so I lay back on the bottom bed and started, oh so casually, flipping through a magazine on local attractions, my heart beating a steady rhythm.
Eventually the shower was flipped off, and a few minutes later the door to the bathroom opened and Jamie walked into the bedroom…wearing a pair of briefs! Damn! He still looked amazing though, his near-nakedness almost as good as the complete deal. He sauntered across the tiled floor, toweling off his hair, then sat down on the bed next to me, his bum resting against my hip. His skin was slightly red from the shower, and the scent of his clean, fresh shower gel washed over me like a wave. “You alright?” he said to me, giving me a quizzical look. “You look a bit flushed.” He ruffled my hair.
“Oh, I expect it’s just the heat” I answered, flushing even more. “I might have a bit of a lie down.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same,” said Jamie and, getting up, he hung the towel and came over to the bunks, getting ready to haul himself up onto the top bed. Suddenly I was presented with an arresting sight, Jamie’s body from the knees up and the shoulders down, framed by the top and bottom of the beds. But my eyes, of course, were locked on his most outstanding feature, his light blue briefs hugging and framing a pair of plum sized balls and the nub of a short thick cock angling off to the left. I could clearly see the shape and plumpness of the short shaft and the slight tenting of the materialwhere his little mushroom head was pressed against the fabric. With a grunt he hauled himself onto the bunk, giving me a quick snapshot up between his spread golden thighs, the briefs momentarily pulled tight in the space between his arse and balls, as he swung first one leg and then the other onto the bed. He settled himself, the wooden slats groaning and creaking above my head. “Speak to you later” he yawned, and as I lay there dazed and now fully erect, I eventually heard his breathing deepen as he drifted off.
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fucked in the bathroom
Seth began his day at work like any other day. He made his way through the crowds of people at the mall and was just about to go into his store when he decided he better stop and use the bathroom first. He didn’t know when he’d have that chance again. Seth loved his job, not just because it paid well and the people were nice, but because he got to see the best looking guys the mall had to offer. Oh don’t be mistaken Seth had his favorites, and one in particular.
From the first time he saw this tall sexy boy of man he knew he wanted him. He watched like a lion stalking his pray, waiting for the right moment to pounce. The boys beautiful brown eyes and caramel colored skin were all become too much for Seth to handle.
Scott, as his named turned out to be, had his eye on Seth it seems too. It wasn’t by chance that he and his friend would just happen to come to Seth’s store every time Seth was working. Scott knew that Seth liked him and loved teasing him with it too. While Seth’s fondness was black guys, young ones at that. It seemed Scott had a thing for the older, and often wiser, white guys. Scott would lie in bed at night picturing this daddy of a man taking his boyhood one inch at a time.
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As Seth turned the corner and headed into the bathroom his mind drifted to the tasks of the day. As he reached out to grab the handle of the door, he was startled as the door swung open quickly to meet him. Standing face to face, only inches apart was the man of his sexiest dreams.
The energy was intense; it seemed as if time was standing still. Trying to speak, but not able to make a sound, both men stood and gazed into each other’s eyes. Scott knew this was the moment he’d been dreaming of, he wanted to take him into his arms. Before he could finish his blissful thought, something came over Seth, and he pushed him back into the stall. Scott knew this was the moment. Nothing else seemed to matter, time was of no importance. This moment was one that was not going to get away.
Seth locked the door behind him, and Scott with a startled look on his face, was searching for words. Seth pulled him close and before he could speak, kissed him. Like a bolt of electricity the energy went wild. Scott tried to breath, but his breath was gone. Lips so tender, but so bold found his neck.
Scott tried to resist in his mind, but his body wouldn’t let him. His hands were fondling as the belt of this man, this stranger he didn’t know. Seth reach down helped him Scott get his prize, it was the moment Seth had dreamed about. Scott found the prize his body knew he wanted, nine inches of thick solid meat, more importantly of daddy meat.
Scott fell instinctively to his knees as Seth rested his hands on the back of his head. He reached out his tongue and gentle started to lick the precum of the tip of Seth’s cock, when suddenly the wholething was being forced into his mouth. Seth wasn’t wanting for anything to ruin this moment. He wanted that cock wet, and he wanted it wet now.
Scott knew exactly what to do, with his mouth relaxed Scott began to swallow, inch after inch went down the back of his throat. Seth with a moan of pure delight found his dreams becoming reality. Scott took all that he could until he felt Seth balls hit his chin. Just when he thought he reached his limit. Seth began fucking the guys mouth. In and out, and out, fast then faster the pace began to quicken, the balls gentle beating him in his face. “You like that big cock, don’t ya,” Seth began to shout. “Take it all,” Seth continued.
Seth wasn’t the only one having a good time. Scott loved every minute. Not wanting to stop, he let this daddy fuck his face, like he’d never fucked before. Then, Seth stopped and pull the big cock out of the guy’s mouth, “Suck my balls” Seth ordered. Scott taking orders from his daddy did what he was told.
By now both Seth and Scott were completely naked. Scott was sucking Seth undercarriage as Seth began to admire the guy’s cute bubble butt. He knew that ass was going to taste good and couldn’t wait any longer. He spun the guy around as quickly as it all began. Scott trying to keep his balance looked for something to hold on to in the bathroom stall.
Seth forced his face to the ground and his ass to the air. With a smack that was anything but gentle Seth hands whipped across his ass leaving a nice rosy handprint in its wake. Seth spread the guy’s ass cheeks revealing the glorious pink hole. The sight was almost too much. Seth tongue found is mark and began its journey.
The sounds of ecstasy escaped from Scott’s lips, as Seth darted around the guy’s hole with his tongue. Flicking back and forth, Seth rimmed the guy for what seemed like hours. Scott took his own cock and began to jack as he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
Seeing that this was becoming more than the guy could take, Seth reluctantly took his mouth off the guys sweet ass. “Damn your ass taste good,” exclaimed Seth. Scott knew what was next and couldn’t wait.
Seth grabbed his rock hard cock, and slapped the guy’s ass. “This is going to be great” Seth assured, as his cock was now pressed to the guys delicate but wet hole. Suddenly, the guy felt his ass on fire as the man forced his way inside.
Being as gentle as he could Seth push his big thick cock all the way in. His balls were now firmly against the guy’s pretty little ass. Pulling out so just the head was in, Scott’s grunts gave energy to the older man. Finding a pace of a younger man, Seth feverishly fucked the guy’s ass. Scott’s tight ass hugged the man’s cock, like he’d never felt before. Seth could hardly stand it.
“Fuck me harder,” said the guy. Seth pulled out and slammed the guy’s ass again. Scott could hardly stay on his feet, and the man pounded his ass. Harder, and harder, to the pace of the guy’s grunts. Seth pounded the guy he was now holding in place.
With one last forceful thrust, Seth pushed inside the guy’s hot ass, as his cock exploded with rivers of hot cum. Seth unloaded a massive load that was already running down the guy’s leg as he gentle collapsed over the guy he now called his own.
Scott with the man still inside him released his own load. Squirt after hot squirt the guy released his juice. Gently, turning the guy around, Seth took his face into his hands. Leaning in, the man met his guy and their lips gently touched in a passionate kiss.
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Read part 14
I heard Sarah go into the bathroom, and I opened my eyes thinking, “I should go make us some coffee. I really want to stay here with Trent, but a good host would be sure his guest got everything she needed.” I dragged my ass out of bed, and grabbed some shorts and a tank top to throw on.
As I got dressed, I looked back at Trent, still sleeping. He is one of those people who sleeps beautifully. Some people look like accident victims when they sleep, in complete disarray, with limbs everywhere. They look like they were thrown onto the bed. Trent was not one of those people. He looked totally at peace, and as though he was posing for a magazine spread. He was lying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around his pillow, one leg drawn up and one leg outstretched.
I couldn’t resist. I crawled back onto the bed toward him. He had kicked the sheets off, so his entire body was in plain sight. I couldn’t help thinking about how much I loved him, as I bent down and kissed his butt cheek, then the small of his back, then his shoulder blade, and then his neck, just below his ear. He awoke with a big stretch, rolling over as he stretched. His eyes opened and he looked up into mine. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled my lips to his. We kissed and he pulled me down onto the bed beside him with his other arm.
“Hey,” he said with a smile.
“Hey,” I replied. “I’m going to go make some coffee. I heard Sarah go into the bathroom a minute ago.”
“Sarah’s on her own. I have needs,” he said, as he pulled me in for another kiss. He rolled over on top of me, so he had an elbow on either side of my head, and he was between my legs. I wrapped my legs around him, and squeezed him tight. He felt so good on top of me. I didn’t want it to end. Both of us were getting hard.
Two knocks and the door flew open. “Yo, I heard you two in here talking. Who’s on coffee?” Sarah asked, looking like she had, had a pretty rough night. She was crawling onto the bed beside us, wrapping her arms around Trent’s pillow, as though she planned to go back to sleep.
“Did you sleep okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?” she said as she crawled onto the bed beside us.
“Oh, just wanted to be sure,” I replied.
“Or, because you look like you were attacked in your sleep!” Trent said, laughing. “Did you look in the mirror? Your hair is FUCKED UP!” he laughed.
“Shut up!” Sarah responded groggily, as she diverted her gaze from Trent to me. “Will you make coffee?” she pleaded, as she looked into my eyes.
“Yes, if I can get your brother off of me,” I said.
This was clearly a matter Sarah was experienced in handling. She sat up and first smacked her brother’s bare ass, then started pulling on his shoulder, while changing her expression to a vicious look. Through her teeth, she said, “Get off of him. I need coffee!”
“Alright, alright…” Trent said, as he stood up. “I’ve gotta piss, anyway,” and strutted off to the bathroom totally nude.
“Trent, you better put some clothes on. You know Mom and Dad will be here any minute,” Sarah said.
I got up and followed him out of the room, as he looked back over his shoulder suggestively, and said, “Wanna help me piss?”
“No, piss by yourself!” Sarah shouted, “Paul is making coffee.”
Trent laughed as our paths separated and I headed toward the kitchen, smiling back at him. As I was walking past the entry door to my apartment, I heard two soft knocks. I unlocked and opened the door, and saw Page and Dan standing there.
“Good mornin’, Paul,” Page whispered. “Is everyone up?”
“Mornin’” Dan said as he walked into the living room, looking like he was ready to take on the day.
“Yep, Trent is in the bathroom, and Sarah is in the bed,” I said.
Page snapped her head around, “In the bed? Oh, don’t tell me she kicked you boys out of your room!”
“No, no. She came in to talk to us, when she heard us up,” I explained. “I think she desperately needs coffee.”
“Oh, Paul, she is a bear before she gets her coffee. You’d do well to work quickly!” Page laughed.
I heard Dan tap on the bathroom door. “Trent, why don’t you go ahead and shower. Your Mom and I wanna take everyone out for breakfast,” he said.
“Ok, Dad,” Trent responded.
“Can I have my coffee first?” Sarah moaned.
“Sure, if you can drink it before Trent gets out of the shower,” Dan bargained.
“Ugh… Paul…” Sarah pleaded, as she climbed out of bed and started toward the kitchen.
“I’m coming. Here, it’s all ready. Do you want something in it?” I said as I walked toward her.
“Nope, I’ll take it just like that,” she said.
“I’ll have a cup, if you have enough, Paul,” Dan said.
I poured Dan’s coffee, but Page opted for orange juice. We sat and talked, and soon Trent was walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
I on the other hand was mesmerized by the sight of Trent standing there in that towel. It seemed to drape across his pelvis effortlessly. What a sight! His tall lean body, long muscular arms, light treasure trail, then long slender legs, and big feet. He looked like something off the cover of a porn flick standing there.
“Mornin’. “Y’all sleep well?” Trent asked.
“We sure did,” Page replied, looking at Dan with a smile.
“Ok, Sarah, let’s get moving,” Dan commanded.
Sarah had just taken a few sips of her coffee, and looked up at me with an exasperated expression, “Paul, will you go next?”
“Sure,” I said as I started toward the bathroom, my own cup of coffee still in hand.
I started the shower and undressed. Just as I stepped into the shower, someone knocked at the door and then opened it. It was Trent.
“Hey, sorry, I used the last of the soap,” he said.
“Oh, cool. Can you hand me a bar from under the vanity?”
“Sure,” Trent replied as he searched through the vanity for the soap. He then unwrapped the bar of soap and opened the shower curtain a bit.
“Here’s the soap. What’s it worth to ya?” He asked.
“Hrm… What do you want?” I responded with a smile.
“I’ll make ya a deal. Give me a good kiss, and I’ll throw in a bonus,” he said teasingly.
“A bonus, huh,” I said as I moved toward him.
He didn’t move as, I approached him, clearly wanting me to do all the work. I moved close to his lips, and stopped short of kissing him. I looked into his eyes, and then leaned in and gently let my lips touch his. I saw his eyes close, as I began to press my lips against his, and then open my mouth. Remembering that I had been drinking coffee and hadn’t had a chance to brush my teeth, I pulled away.
“You call that a kiss? I KNOW you can do better,” he whispered.
“Trent, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, and I have been drinking coffee. Wait ’til I get out,” I demanded, as I started to back away.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him, “Don’t back away from me. When I tell you to kiss me, I want you to kiss me. Now, let’s try this again. Kiss me!” He said, as he firmly smacked my ass!
I was so startled by him smacking my ass that I jumped forward and he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth onto his. Before I knew it we were in a deep kiss. My mind was more focused on how aroused that smack on my ass made me. As he slowly released his grip and our kiss ended, he smacked me on my wet ass again. I don’t think anyone had ever done that to me, and I was stunned to realize there was something incredibly erotic about it.
“Yeah, you like that, dontcha. I think we’re gonna have to explore that a little later. Right now, I want you to get on your knees. I saved you some,” Trent said.
Not quite sure what he meant, I got on my knees. Honestly, I was following his instruction with very little thought. My mind was still wrestling with those smacks on my ass, and the way they made my cock jump to attention. But, once on my knees, Trent dropped his towel, and aimed his semi-hard cock at my face.
“Open,” was all he said, as I followed his instruction and he began pissing into my mouth and down my chest. His stream ended all too, soon, but it was still a hot scene.
Again there were raps on the door, as Page yelled, “Trent, what are you doing in there? Come out and let Paul finish his shower!”
“Ok, Mom. I’m coming,” Trent said, as he pulled his towel back up and looked down at me kneeling in the shower, soaked in his piss.
As I stood up, he leaned toward me. “Kiss me,” he instructed, and I kissed him deeply, as he explored my piss soaked mouth with his tongue.
“Mmmm…” he said. “You taste good.”
As he reached to open the door, he smirked and said, “Don’t forget to wash behind your ears.”
My shower went much more quickly after Trent left, and Sarah followed me in the shower, and we were headed off to breakfast within the hour.
Throughout the morning, I just kept looking at Trent and thinking about how much he had expanded my sexual boundaries in the short time I had known him. He made me WANT to do more. Hell, half the time he made me beg for it! He was now the most beautiful man I had ever known, and not just because of his physique, but because of who he was and who we were together.
The rest of the day was just sightseeing and shopping. Later that week, his parents left, and Trent and I started to settle into a routine. With both of us working and Trent going to school, we seldom went to his condo. He was coming home late at night, and leaving fairly early in the morning. We were usually making love twice a day, and it hadn’t lost any of its charm.
I was filling in the gaps in Trent’s hectic life, doing his laundry, running errands, and soon my life and his life, melded into our life. The condo next door almost seemed unfamiliar to both of us when we walked in, like a remnant of a past life.
TBC…
