"Jorge" by decal Here's a little fantasy I wrote about me and Jorge, this hunky, skateboarding Latino kid who lives next door. I was looking down into his backyard a few months ago and watched him and his older brother playing one-on-one basketball. Jorge was shirtless, beltless pants hanging low on his hips, showing a lot of his white briefs. I was rubbing my hard-on through my sweatpants as I watched. When the two of them stopped playing, his brother collapsed into a chair and Jorge started rubbing his neck and shoulders. When they went back into the house, I headed for my computer. This and a pair of cum-soaked briefs are what followed: You know I have a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders. And that's what you find as you move up behind me and begin to expertly probe those painful knots of tight muscle through my blue flannel shirt. You speak quietly and soothingly to me--relax and breath deeply you tell me. At one point you reach down to the top button my shirt. "Is it OK," you ask. "Sure," I reply. You slowly undo each button, revealing my firm and hairy chest. You have this tremendous urge to run your fingers through my dark fur but with great difficulty you control yourself. I lean forward slightly so that you can push the shirt off my shoulders. You ask if I have any lotion you can use. You go and find it. On the way back you spontaneously pull off your white T-shirt. You like how you look. Strong and lightly muscular, dark Hispanic skin, soft black hair accenting your pecs. More of it points from your navel down into your blue jeans. I turn briefly and look at you. I've not seen your shirtless before. I almost tell you that you're beautiful but hold back not wanting to embarrass you or myself. You move up back behind me and pour the lotion into your hand, rubbing it first with the other to warm it. Your fingers now touch my bare skin and chills run through me. Not cold chills. No, these are the chills of intense pleasure that run deep inside and eventually find their way to the testicles. I feel my dick start to swell. Since I'm not wearing underwear under my loose-fitting white sweatpants, you won't be able to miss my arousal. I wonder what you will do. As you continue to work on my shoulders, you are looking intently down into my lap. The bulge of my erection grows, rising straight out from my crotch. Seeing me excited excites you. You feel your own dick grow and lengthen in your pants, pointing toward your right hip and held tightly against your pelvis by your tight white Jockeys. You wish you had put on boxers this morning--giving more room for your penis to grow. Instinctively you want to touch yourself but you keep your hands busy loosening my tight muscles. I! moan deeply in appreciation. You feel tremendous satisfaction at the pleasure you're giving. It stirs your genitals even more. I lean my head back against your bare stomach. You catch your breath. The touch of my hair excites your sex. It starts to throb. You know that precum is starti ng to soak into your briefs. You look down into my upturned face. My eyes are closed, my face muscles relaxed. My lips form a slight smile. You lightly rub around my ears for a few moments, then let your hands move down the front of my neck into the hair above my pecs. You find my nipples and begin to rub them with your finger tips. "Oh, God, that feels good," I say. My nipples begin to get hard and the harder they get the more currents of excitement race to my balls and cock. I feel my hard-on uncontrollably jerking in my sweats. My hand moves automatically to the bulge and I start stroking and rubbing the length and head of my hidden rod. I open my eyes and see you staring hungrily at my tented sweats. You want so badly to touch yourself, to free the demanding bone in your pants. But you keep your fingers working over and pinching my nipples. You see my eyes are open. We both smile broadly. "Take it out, Mike" you say. "I want to see it." I push down the front of my sweats and free my cock. "You like?" I ask. "Very much," you answer. I begin to stroke its full length. Precum appears and I rub it around the sensitive head. I reach back and pull you to the side of my chair. Your jeans ride low on your hips. Your white briefs stand out against your dark skin. I turn and reach up to touch and stroke your chest. When I start to play with your nipples, you laugh and tell me it tickles. I laugh, too, as I shift my attention to the hair below your naval. "Where's it go?" I ask as I let my finger trace the edge of your Jockeys. I try to sound naive and innocent and am sure I'm not convincing. "Check and see," you answer. But first I place my hand over the long bulge in your jeans. "Mighty impressive, Jorge." I look up into your face and catch your face flushing a bit. I realize that you're actually quite shy. With both hands I open the waist button of your jeans. Then I slowly, very slowly ease down your zipper. As your pants slip down off your hips, my hand once again cups your hard-on. Only the thin damp cotton of your briefs now separate me from what I long to touch. I feel you throb under my palm. More precum soaks through to my skin. You start pushing down on your jeans and I help you get your black boots and pants off. I guide you to straddle me legs. Immediately my face is rubbing against the front of your Jockeys. You push back forcing your hardness against my cheeks and nose. Your briefs have a clean smell with just slightest hint of precum and urine. God, you smell good. I start to mouth your hard-on, starting at the base of your shaft. Soon I'm sucking at the precum around your cockhead. "Now, Mike, now," you whisper urgently. You push down the front of your briefs, freeing your cock. My lips go right to the head, sucking only the tip into my mouth. My tongue plays with your piss slit. You can take just so much teasing and you grab my head. You hold it steady as you slip your full length into my mouth. You let out a low, deep moan. I begin to give serious attention to bringing you pleasure, working my mouth, tongue and teeth (very gently with the teeth) over and around your rock-hard manhood. It isn't very long before I sense in you an urgency that says you're coming close to the edge. I release your dick from mouth. "Not yet, ol' buddy," I say. "Let's get these off now." Your Jockeys are quickly gone, as are my sweatpants. I begin to play with your balls. I pull gently on them. You moan. "Ah, you like that," I say. "Oh, yes," you reply. I pull on them a few more times. "Careful...careful," you warn me. Your orgasm is a wave just about to break. I ease you down to sit on my knees. "Take a breather, Jorge" I tell you. I reach over to my desk and get the bottle of lubricant I have stashed in a drawer. I squeeze a large glob of the stuff onto the head of my cock and start coating my erection with the thick, watery substance. I realize I need to be careful, too. A few too many strokes and I'll be shooting cum all over. You watch me carefully, intrigued as always by the sight of another man handling his cock. You finally reach over and both our hands touch, stroke and squeeze my rod. Then you bring your lips up close to mine. We hesitate just a moment. Our lips touch, our mouths open, our tongues probe deeply. A few moments later I really start to get close. I reluctantly pull away. You try to hold our kiss. "Time to trade again," I say in a shaky voice. I motion and you stand up again. My mouth envelopes your whole cock. Yours is a good sucking cock, filling my mouth and reaching down my throat just right. As I suck on you, I let my lubricant covered hand explore the crack of your ass. When I touch your hole, you moan loudly, encouraging me. I begin to probe gently, very gently. The lubricant helps me ease the tip of my finger into you. I don't push any further wanting you to get used to my penetration. I ease my finger out. Still sucking on your erection, I scoop some more lubricant off my cock and return to your ass. This time my finger slides all the way in. I find your prostrate and begin to massage it. You're whimpering in pleasure above me. I know that you're close now, and I want you to cum now. I want to taste you, feel your heat fill my mouth. Your orgasm hits fast and furious. You jam your cock deep down my throat just as your spasms hit. You rock back and forth against me, totally abandoned to the throes of your bo! dy. I ease my finger out of you but continue to suck gently and slowly on your cock. It stays hard, even as you begin to relax. Finally I guide you once again back down onto my knees. You don't say a word. You don't have to. Your smile says it all. I begin to stroke my cock. I know it won't take long. But you grab my wrist. "I want to try something," you say. You've fantasized about doing this for a long time. My ass play has triggered that longing in a powerfully physical way. You ask me to slouch down in the chair. Then you rise up and position your ass right over my erection. You begin to rub yourself against the head of my lubricant-slick cock. I reach down and hold my rod steady. I'm amazed and excited at what you are doing. Your hole finds my cockhead. Tentatively, you push. "That's my cock, Jorge" I say. "You like feeling it touch you there?" You nod vigorously. "Yeah, it feels so nice." I feel you push again, then ease up. Push again, ease up. I put more lubricant on my cock. You push again. My cockhead begins to slowly ease into you. You feel pain and retreat. I think you are going to give up. But you try again. This time more of me enters you. You stop. It hurts like hell but you don't move, trying to relax. The pain begins to ease. You push a little more and my cockhead is totally enveloped. My shaft is narrower and you find yourself slowly dropping down into my lap until I'm buried deep inside you. "Oh, I can't believe it ... I can't believe it." You're covered in sweat. "Are you OK?" I ask. "Yes ... yes," you reply. "Just don't move, don't do anything." Then you wrap your arms around me. Our lips meet and we kiss long and deeply. I feel your ass muscles tightening and relaxing around my sex. I feel myself moving back and forth toward orgasm but not quite making it. You are filled with my hard presence and feel both fear of pain and excitement at being penetrated for the first time. You are in a spell and can't move. I break our kiss and look down between us. Your dick rises up hard between our bellies. I cover it with lubricant and begin stroking you. You begin to moan in pleasure, more loudly than before. Your orgasm begins to build and as it does, your ass muscles start to contract more tightly around my cock. I feel myself being carried along. You wrap your arms tightly around me and hold on. Both of us are now drenched in sweat. Your orgasm hits. As your cum shoots up between us, your ass even more strongly pulses around me. Then I'm over the edge, crying out. You feel the blazing heat of my cum as I flood your insides. F! rozen like statues, we stay like this for minutes? hours? Time stops. I softened inside you and my dick eases out. You say something. I don't make out the words but that's OK. I know they were nice words. You move to get up off me. We both stand and embrace. Then I pick you up in my arms and carry you to my bed. You wake up several times during the night, my body wrapped around yours.