The young men had seen each other several times since that day in Bill's
apartment, but had acted like the friends they always were. Perhaps both
needed to prove they still could be. But Bill practically attacked David
the next time they were completely alone.
Bill had knelt before David during his gentle assault on his nine-inch
prick, managing maybe seven from that angle. David didn't care, it felt
too fucking good to have Bill's talented mouth on his meat again.
This time Bill had known when his friend was ready to cum, and began
jacking him off. Bill opened his mouth wide and touched his tongue just
under the head of David's cock. The younger man's eyes had bulged: Oh my
God, he's going to let me watch!
The first gob of the creamy white stuff hit the back of Bill's throat
and dribbled onto his tongue. The second hit the front teeth and landed
on top of the first. A third jet flooded Bill's tongue and the fourth
some more. It seemed to keep coming until the pink of the tongue below
was no longer visible, coated with hot cum, and still it kept coming.
David's orgasm had been almost too strong to keep watching as more and
more of his thick sperm filled Bill's mouth; it was lucky for him that
the wall was holding him up! Finally the spasming stopped, and Bill
leaned back slightly to show his mouth half full with David's cum!
Bill had smiled at the look of exhausted bliss on his friend's face; but
he wasn't quite finished, making a show of swallowing it all and opening
his now empty mouth for David to see.
"Holy fuck," David had said. He'd nearly passed out, just barely keeping
his wits about him. It was almost too much!
As it turned out, it also would be their swan song: Bill would move
shortly afterwards and never see David again.
Chapter Four
"Don't take this wrong," his newest partner began, "but that feels
better when I'm slightly soft."
"I'm not surprised," Bill responded. "I can take it all the way down my
throat like that. It's too bad we can't lie down in here." The man
grunted his understanding and didn't complain when Bill left his crotch
and arose to kiss the good-looking young stranger.
Bill had to resist the urge to ask his partner to fuck him. After all,
he wanted the man's hot cum in his mouth, and wasn't too fond of the
taste the good fucking would leave behind. Good fucking, Bill repeated
to himself; he suddenly remembered his first was anything but.
The man he had met on the public bus was interested in more than a
mutual sucking. The two had left the bus close to Bill's home but the
then-18-year-old still lived with his mother and younger brother at the
time and was not about to take this man to their house.
A service-station restroom would have to do, and the men began sucking
each other again until the older man turned Bill around and leaned him
over the back of the toilet.
The sudden, sharp pain was overwhelming as the man violated Bill's
virgin ass without so much as a warning. Bill screamed, and the man
fortunately was no rapist. "Give it a few seconds, it'll be okay," he
had said. Bill managed through tears to beg him to take it out, and he
soon was given his relief.
"I've never done that before," Bill had cried. The man truly was sorry,
and his once-proud erection was gone. He then apologized, and simply
vanished forever.
It would be several years before Bill trusted anyone to try that again.
Bill and his new partner enjoyed a lingering kiss and, as vividly as if
it were yesterday, he could recall his first time kissing another man.
He'd heard stories about the local bowling alley. Hilo Bowl had a
`problem' with gay men virtually taking over its restroom and management
had decided to remove the doors to the stalls, figuring no one would
dare try what they couldn't hide.
Boy, were they wrong!
The sex was hotter than ever there, what with the restroom walls covered
in black tiles. SHINY black tiles. The decorator might as well have
dispensed with the pretense and just used mirrors!
Any man who wanted a blow job or to give one - or both - simply had to
get himself hard and open his legs, and the man in the next stall could
see every inch as if it were right in front of him. Standing up was the
only signal the man next to someone would need. Even men simply taking
care of business would get an eyeful, like it or not.
It seemed that men always were kissing, sucking, being sucked, watching,
or all of the above at any given moment. Virtual orgies were common, and
the smell of fresh cum often permeated the place.
Almost no one ever had been caught, either; each end of the room
featured a double set of doors, so anyone walking in would make an
obvious noise before the inner door opened, alerting the occupants that
they were to retreat into the stalls.
It was there Bill would meet the man to whom he would trust his ass. Don
was in his late forties, but the fitness freak still was a looker. Bill
and Don had sucked each other off one day and Bill had found a seat in
the coffee shop to kill some time before he had to leave for work. Don
joined him at the counter, and soon the men talked for the first time.
Don was interested in taking Bill home and having a real encounter; not
the brief, impersonal suck session in the next room.
Don frankly wanted to fuck. Bill had related his only experience to
date, and his reservations. Don had known exactly what to say; his joy
of fucking eclipsed only by his love for virgin ass. "I want the
experience to be as pleasant for you as for me," he'd soothed. "I've
never hurt anyone, even when I was his first. If you feel even a little
pain, I'll stop."
Those words were almost a salve, and Bill had agreed to meet Don the
next day. He wouldn't be sorry.
Chapter Five
The memory caused Bill involuntarily to squeeze his new lover's tight
ass, and their kiss took on a bit more urgency. It was as if Bill even
now could feel Don's cock in his ass, some 20 years later.
The older man's six-incher had been adequate, if not impressive. It was
a beauty, flatter along its top than most Bill had seen, and straight as
an arrow. Its head was bigger around than the shaft, and Bill had been
having second thoughts about giving his ass away. Don again was soft-
spoken and soothing. The two then shared Bill's first same-sex kiss,
feeling each other's bodies with gentle hands.
Bill then was turned face down on the bed, his head on one pillow, the
other under his hips. Don's gentle massage with his hands and tongue was
relaxing, to say the least. Bill had felt a finger gently pass his
sphincter, probing in and out slowly. So far, so good.
Massaging his young charge with his free hand, Don placed a second
finger, already well lubed, to Bill's nether entrance, and slid it
slowly inside. Bill was relaxed almost to the point of sleep, and Don
knew he was ready.
Planting gentle kisses along the younger man's back, Don eased his body
up until the head of his cock touched Bill's pucker. Very slowly, with
even pressure, the head slipped past the ring which had complained so
bitterly the last time it had been violated. Another inch, then
another... Bill still fully relaxed. This is agreeable, he'd thought.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Bill finally had asked, "How far are
you in?" Don chuckled out loud: "All the way."
Bill had come around with a start. "No shit??!" "No shit."
It was incredible, the feelings which shot though Bill's very being for
the first time ever, and he'd loved it! Don had been as gentle as when
he'd begun, taking his time sliding all six inches in and out of Bill's
rectum on every stroke. It was so hot, but chills flowed from his ass to
every nerve ending in his body. Ironically, his sphincter was in heaven
but his cock was so hard it had hurt!
The older man finally came in Bill's ass some 10 minutes later, and Bill
had hiked himself up so Don could jerk him off at the same time. The
wave slammed hard into Bill, and he'd arched his back and looked
straight at the ceiling. He never saw it, though!
Bill remembered waking up sometime later, so grateful for his first real
experience getting fucked that he reached for Don's hardening cock to
suck it. The smell stopped him, though, and a warm washcloth had to be
retrieved so he could show properly just how thankful he was.
He was as thankful for the fresh, clean taste of the man's mouth now
exploring his as he was repulsed by that smell that day.
Bill had figured out how to fix that little problem once, using a
girlfriend's douche bottle to clean his intestines before visiting
another man he would meet at the bowling alley.
Drew was a handsome guy built very much like Bill, and with a cock that
was identical in length and girth. The two had been together a few times
before, and knew each other fairly well. A surprise still had been
ahead, however.
A very slow, satisfying ass-fucking had Bill horny for a load of hot
sperm, and he'd asked Drew if he could suck him to completion. The
`douching' had worked, and Drew's cock came out of Bill's ass clean as a
whistle. That was when Drew dropped the bomb: no one ever had succeeded
in sucking him off without having to use his own hand.
Bill had smiled in spite of himself. It was a challenge! Prepare to meet
the first, he had thought as his mouth enveloped the hard meat.
His talent was matched only by his patience; he not only was willing,
but he enjoyed taking his time and getting his reward whenever it came.
Bill's hot mouth and wonderful tongue had worked their magic once more,
and his love for cream would not be denied.
Grateful, Drew had Bill lie back and sucked him as gently and patiently
as he'd received, and his mouth too was rewarded with a hot load, which
he swallowed effortlessly.
"You didn't have to do that because I did," Bill had said. "I wanted
to," Drew answered. The two then kissed and fell asleep together.
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