Date: Sun, 02 Aug 1998 21:46:40 PDT
From: Ivy Guy <ivyguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dos-Bocas-Dos-Vergas

I wrote this story at the request of a friend who I met in exactly the
same circumstances described in the story.  We have never actually met,
but what takes place in this story has actually been discussed by the
two characters.  I have written two previous stories in this archive:
john-alan (gay/highschool/john-alan) and the unfinished band-trip
(gay/highschool/band-trip).  Send any comments on any of these three
stories to ivyguy@hotmail.com.


Dos Bocas, Dos Vergas

	He called himself "Take Me As I Am" when I first ran into him.  That
was in an internet chatroom.  Like everyone else in an environment like
that, I was led by my cock, but I'm after a much higher standard than
just a pair of lips for my dick in real life.  The problem is that I
like men, and I'm pretty closeted.  Intelligent, honest people are hard
enough to find in the real world. That number drops by 90% when you log
onto the internet, and when you get into a gay chatroom -- where the vast
majority of people are only looking for a piece of ass -- the number of
honest, intelligent people hovers around zilch.
	Jake was different, though.  That was his name, by the way: Jake.  Of
course, he didn't tell me that right off; he went by his middle name
until he felt comfortable with me, but I felt immediately comfortable
with him.
	He had, by far, the longest profile that I had ever run into on the
net.  It was a mini diatribe about how he was no muscle god, no
tanned-and-toned lifeguard.  He was just a normal guy from Ohio who was
unsure of his sexuality.  I admired him for his honesty and I wanted to
tell him that.  That was the only reason I invited him into a private
chat.  It wasn't about the sex.
	Although the sex turned out to be fabulous...

	Like I said, we got into a private chat.  Yeah, I told him I admired
his honesty, but that took all of about 10 seconds, and we ended up chatting
that night for over 3 hours.  Somehow, we just clicked.  I found out
that he was a recent high school grad who was working in a department
store.  He dated women, and considered himself pretty much straight.  He
just had some real curiosities.  He loved singing and acting as well,
which had led him to a real love for musical theater.  I didn't tell him
then, but I thought that was a sure sign that, yep, he was gay.  I guess
it's cliche, but it really does seem to be true that there's a high
correlation between liking musical theater and liking the taste of cum.
I teased him about this later.  That first night, he also shared an
extremely intimate experience from his sexual past, which would be
inappropriate to relate here.
	Anyway, he in turn learned about me.  I was a few years older than him
at 21.  I went to school in Philadelphia.  I was pretty virginal myself.
And I love eyes.  I could fall in love with anyone who has great eyes,
male or female.  Kevin, the eye-lover, that's me.
	Our talk wasn't all so high falutin that night.  Yeah, we talked dirty.
We experimented briefly with jacking off while simultaneously typing and
considered it a failure.  But I did learn his fantasy.  He told it to me
in Spanish: "dos vergas in me boca," he said: "two dicks in my mouth."
I told him I wasn't really into group sex, but we found out that we
shared a love for sex in the shower.  I came in buckets that night when
I jacked off.

	We continued to email and chat frequently for quite a while after that.
Despite the fact that Jake had said that he could never love a man, that
he wanted them just for sex, he told me the next week that he had fallen
in love with one of his coworkers.  I was shocked that I found myself
getting jealous.  After all, I'd never met the kid, so how could I
expect him to love me?  But I found that Jake and I had formed a real
emotional attachment.  He might not have been a soulmate, but in a week
he had already become a good really friend, one that I could turn to to
talk about men, a kind of friend I've never had before.
	This was all the summer before my senior year of college.  That thing
with Jake's coworker had come and gone without much fanfare, and Jake
and I grew quite a bit closer over email.  He eventually even felt
comfortable enough with me to give me his real last name.  And then in
September...
	I live in 2BR apartment off campus, and I knew my roommate would be
gone for a weekend at the end of September.  It seemed to me like the
perfect opportunity to finally meet Jake.  If it turned out we liked
each other in that way, well...  If not, he'd just be a close friend
visiting from Ohio, and he could always sleep on the couch in my living
room.  Let it be said though, that to this day, no one has ever used
that couch for sleeping.
	I won't say that Jake was easily convinced.  He wasn't in school, and
he could get the time off to visit me pretty easily.  Still, the plane
ticket was pretty expensive.  In the end, I offered my frequent flyer
miles and he jumped at the offer.  I think he told his parents that he
was visiting a friend from the internet, which wasn't really a lie.  And
after all, I'm a tour guide, so who better to how him around Philly?
But finally, he was coming.  USAir, 4:30, Thursday afternoon.  He would
be the one in the white t-shirt, blue sweater vest and khakis, he wrote.
I jacked off to that email the night I got it, because it ended, "That's
what I'll be wearing, but nothing else (wink, wink)."

	I ditched my last Thursday class early to get to the airport.  I took
the train and got there just in time.  There were already people
streaming through the door when I got to his gate.  My heart felt as big
as an elephant's, and it beat as fast as a rabbit's.  It was late
September, but I was so nervous that I was sweating like a pig.  None of
these animals would compare, though, with the kind of animal I would
become when I finally saw him.  I swear I got a hard-on right in the
Philadelphia International Airport.  Good thing I was wearing jeans.
Like he had said, he was dressed in a t-shirt, sweater vest, and khakis
(I couldn't tell whether or not he had kept completely to his promised
dress code).  He had medium brown haircut fairly short, and he was about
5'10", 150.  His lips were closed pretty tightly as he looked around for
me, obviously a little nervous, but his eyes were wide open.  When his
pale aquamarine eyes met my dark brown ones, we both knew that we had
found what we were looking for, both in the concrete sense, and in the
U2 sense.  He smiled, showing just the tiniest gap between two of his
otherwise perfect teeth.  I wanted to kiss him right there, but our
respective closet doors were still shut much too tightly for that.
	I walked over to him, clapped a hand on his shoulder, offered my other
to shake, and said, "Jake?" even though I knew without asking.  I think
he was too nervous to talk because he just kept smiling at me.  I knew
exactly how he felt.  As attracted as I was to this guy sexually, I
mostly wanted to take him under my wing, to let him know that the world
could never hurt him as long as I was with him.
	We didn't have to go to the baggage claim, since he had brought
everything with him in a backpack.  So, we went straight to the train,
me talking the whole time about how much he'd like Philadelphia, and him
just smiling.  Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration; it's not like he's
a mute.  He got out an "It's nice to finally meet you," and some other
things, but I was doing most of the talking.
	He finally calmed down when we got on the train.
	"I got us tickets for a show tonight," I said.  I had, in fact, picked
up two seats for a production of `My Fair Lady' because I knew he loved
musicals, and one of the composers shares my name.  No relation, but
still...
	"Cool," he said, which just about said it all.  There was nothing
uncool at all about this young man.
	He threw his backpack on the couch in my living room.
	"Cool place," he said.  There's not much to my apartment, but I was
happy to get the compliment.
	"Do you have anything to drink?" he asked.  "That plane really made me
thirsty.  I offered him a soda and we sat down to talk.  Except for a
few discreet phone calls, this was the first time we really talked.  It
lasted about an hour and a half, and I stared into those blue eyes the
whole damn time.  He was so gorgeous, so innocent.  There was a
heaviness in my stomach that told me I was afraid I was falling in love
with him.
	After our talk though, it was time to get to the show, and I told Jake
as much.  He got up from my couch to change for the theater, and as we
faced each other across the coffee table, our eyes met again.  I grabbed
the sides of his head, and slowly, gently, placed a kiss on his
forehead.  My arms dropped to his shoulders and I just looked at him
again.  Our faces were close enough that we could feel each other's
breath against our faces.  I leaned in, cocked my head to the side, and
briefly touched my lips to his.  They were moist and tasted like heaven.
His breath was warm and sweet, but the kiss was brief.  When I pulled
back, he was absolutely grinning.  I clapped him on the back again.
	"C'mon, we're gonna be late."
	He came out of my bathroom wearing almost exactly what he had been
before, except that a long-sleeved shirt had replaced the t-shirt under
his sweater vest.  And he had combed his hair.  I put on khakis and a
shirt and threw on my blazer, because I hardly ever get a chance to wear
it.
	We had decent seats -- second row of the balcony -- and the show was
pretty good.  It's one of the few musicals I actually know, so I could
really get into it.  Somewhere near the end of the first act, our hands
found each other on the armrest, and our fingers were still interlaced
when the lights came up for intermission.  Jake seemed a little
embarrassed.  He quickly took his hand away.
	He was still a little flushed when we got to the lobby.  I offered to
buy him a drink, but he just wanted water.  I treated myself to a glass
of white wine.
	We settled back in for the second act to finish watching Henry Higgins
turn Eliza Doolittle into a gentlewoman.  This time, Jake reached over
into my lap and got hold of my hand.  It was my turn to be the one
smiling silently.  I moved out hands over to his lap and then let go.
My hand reached over and cupped Jake's knee.  For about ten minutes or
so, I just left my hand on his lower thigh.  But when he seemed
comfortable with it, I slid it up hi baggy khakis to the fleshier part
of his thigh.
	After a while, I continued up even further until my hand finally met
his cock.  He was hard and his 7" strained up against the fabric of his
pants.  His dick was so hard and hot that I thought his khakis might
catch on fire.  I gave him a few quick strokes of my hand, but not
wanting to mess up his nice pants, I settled for dropping my hand to cup
his balls for the rest of the play.  If I hadn't seen it before, I
wouldn't be able to tell you how it ended, because Jake had dropped his
hand into my lap, too.

	We took a cab back to my apartment, and as soon as we had gotten up the
stairs and into my room, we kissed again, this time much more urgently
and passionately.  His lips parted and my tongue took advantage of this,
exploring the different magnificent textures of his mouth: soft tongue,
hard, smooth teeth, ridged roof.  I pulled away to breathe and ran a
hand through his hair.
	"Well, Jake, what do you want?" I asked.  He surprised me with his
answer.  He broke into song, one of the songs from `My Fair Lady.'  His
voice was strong and smooth, and he was right on key.  He even managed a
pretty passable Cockney accent:
	"All I want is a room somewhere--"
	It was one of the few songs I actually knew the words to, and I wanted
to respond, but I knew that I couldn't compete with his trained voice,
so I slyly responded, phrasing the next line as a question:
	"Far away from the cold night air?"
	I figured that he'd keep going, and he did.  But with a twist.  He
discarded "chair" as the last word of the line.  It ruined the rhyme,
but made the moment:
	"With one enormous -- cock!"
	I cracked up.  He had outwitted me by far.  I doubled over laughing,
and just barely managed to get out the final line: "Wouldn't THAT be
loverly?"
	He smiled and winked at me, and we kissed again, more slowly, with real
feeling.  He had boosted himself up onto my kitchen table at this point,
and we stopped flirting and started making love.  I broke the kiss to
take his sweater off, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt when the kiss
resumed.  He did the same for me, and our hands started to wander.
	First, I slipped his shirt off of his shoulders and caressed his
shoulder blades.  My hands came around to his chest, and my thumbs found
his nipples, which were flat and pink, and brought them slowly erect.
His hands moved up and down my back and then down to my belt buckle.
When he had my belt off, he undid my button and my pants fell around my
ankles.  Not to be outdone, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.
Now, I was still wearing a pair of boxers, but Jake had been true to his
word, and he wasn't wearing any undies at all.
	Jake's penis stood up proudly between the open flaps of his khakis.  It
was seven inches, circumsized, and a perfect skin tone unblemished by
any veins or other marks.  It stood at the base of a little patch of
pubic hair that Jake had carefully trimmed into a perfect triangle.  I
caught myself staring at his flawless young manhood.
	"Jake," I gasped, "you're perfect."
	"I couldn't have said it better about you," he said as he slid down off
my table.  His pants fell down in the process, giving me the first
glimpse of his moderately hairy thighs.  I longed for that flesh.  We
both kicked our pants away, and Jake leaned over to push off my boxers,
sliding his hands over the smooth globes of my ass as he did.  We both
stood back and took a look at each other.  We obviously liked what we
saw, and I pointed to my bedroom.  I watched Jake's succulent ass
undulate up and down as he walked.

	When I got to my bedroom, Jake had already laid himself out on my bed,
face down.  He wiggled his butt at me as I walked in, and I jumped up
onto the bed with him.  I straddled his back gently and began to massage
his shoulders, stopping to plant a wet kiss between his shoulder blades.
I continued rubbing down his back, but when I reached his ass, which I
was sitting on, I merely turned around and started rubbing again with
his feet.  My balls hung down and settled in the crack of his ass as he
brought his feet up to my reach.  I licked the soles and took his big
toe into my mouth, and then massaged up his legs until I reached his
upper thighs.  Then I got off of him and cupped his beautiful ass in my
hands.
	I gave my young lover a signal and he turned over.  I stretched out
over him and our two engorged cocks rubbed together as we began to make
out yet again.  My tongue slipped out of his delicate mouth and I
tongued both of his nipples, then playfully stuck the point of my tongue
into his navel.  His dick bumped at my chin, begging for relief, but I
only teased him and moved down to his testicles.  I brought one of the
jewels into my mouth and Jake moaned softly and squirmed a little.  I
tired of this pretty quickly though, and moved on to the real prize.
	I flattened my tongue and dragged it up the underside of Jake's shaft.
He had shaved it, so my tongue glided up to his head where it met with a
pearl drop of salty-sweet precum.  I savored this taste of my lover and
then positioned my lips at the head of his penis.  I wet my lips and let
his dick part them as I took him into my mouth.  Jake gasped at the wet
heat of it.  I slid my head about halfway down his cock, twirling my
tongue as much as I could.  I bobbed back up, then rocketed all the way
down, fighting the urge to gag when his head hit the back of my throat.
Jake reached down and played with my hair as my boca made love to his
verga.
	Only a few more strokes of this brought Jake to a wrenching climax.  Hi
breathing became faster and he thrust his thin hips up to meet the
downstrokes of my head.  In between breaths, he began to pant at me:
	"Oh my! Oh, Kevin, Kevin I'm going to--OHHHH!!!"
	And with that last "Oh!," my mouth filled with the sweetest nectar on
earth, the semen of a young man in love.  I savored every drop that I
could of the viscous salty liquid that jetted into my mouth.  I closed
my eyes and pulled off Jake's penis.  Slowly, I swallowed and smiled up
at Jake's eyes.
	"Thank you for that, Kev.  I want to suck your dick now."
	"Wait, I have an idea.  I don't have "dos vergas" to offer you, so I
can't give you that part of your fantasy, but I DO have a shower."
	His dick had gone down a little and hung between his legs, but mine
pointed the way to my shower, where I put on a warm spray.  We got into
the mist and kissed again under the water, our hands sliding freely over
each other's bodies.
	Slowly, Jake went to his knees.  He gave my balls a few experimental
licks, and then proceeded full-bore into devouring my cock, water
rushing down around his face and my penis.
	Jake had never really made love to a penis before, so he must have been
a natural.  The heat of his sucking mouth, his caressing tongue, his
hands on my ass, and the sight of his beautiful face all drove me
quickly to orgasm.  My whole body convulsed and flooded Jake's loving
mouth with a huge load of hot cum.  He must've liked it because he kept
my penis in his mouth until it had gone completely soft.
	He stood up again, and he kissed one last time under the water.  He
still had two nights in Philadelphia, but at this rate, he would never
even see the Liberty Bell.
	I broke his kiss and looked at the wet hair, the sweet lips, the pale
blue eyes, and I told Jake exactly what I was thinking.
	"Jake, I think--I think I love you."
	He dropped his arms around my waist, pressed his head to my chest, and
replied.
	"I know," he said.  "I know."

IvyGuy