Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 18:56:11 -0400
From: Writer Boy <writerboy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: jc's hitchhiker - part 4

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JC's Hitchhiker - Part 4

The look on Josh's face was priceless, a clash of lust, surprise, and a
little nervousness.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting earnestly. "Because, I
mean, I've never, you know, with a guy."

"That's ok," I said, holding his face in my hands. "I have, and I want you
to."

"You trust me that much?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered, standing. I hugged him to me, our cocks grinding
together as my hands roamed across his ass. "I want to be your first, and I
want to feel you inside me."

"OK," he said, licking my collarbone.

I left my robe, wine-soaked and uncomfortable, sitting in the equally
wine-soaked chair, and led Josh across the room by his cock, holding it
gently but squeezing it every few steps. I stroked it once, and felt him
shudder.

"Jack," he whispered, through clenched teeth. "Oh, God."

"Let me know if you get too close," I said, pulling him into the bedroom.

I let go of him and walked to the dresser, removing a tube of lubricant and
a few condoms from the top drawer. Josh watched me nervously.

"Do we really need those?" he asked.

I chuckled.

"I don't know what you've read, or where, but yeah, we do," I said. I held
up the lube. "If we don't use some of this, it's gonna be hell getting you
in, and it's going to hurt me a little, too."

"I'd never hurt you," he said quickly.

I hugged him.

"I know, Josh, I know," I said. "I'm just letting you know. I want this to
be good for you, like you wanted tonight to be good for me, but I also want
you to learn, too. You know, because I'll probably want you to do this
again, and it'll save time if I don't have to explain it again."

I smiled, and he pointed at my other hand, which held the condoms.

"Do we need those?" he asked. "I mean, you already, you know, swallowed,
and it's not like you're getting pregnant, either."

"Valid points," I said. I decided to save a tedious discussion of
barebacking's pros and cons for later. "This'll make cleaning up easier,
Josh."

A fleeting look crossed his face, as if he was just now thinking about what
he was going to do, and I realized my practical, educational discussion was
quickly stifling the romantic mood. I threw myself backwards onto the bed,
and bent one leg at the knee.  Setting the lube and the rubbers aside for a
second, I held out a hand to him, and he took it. I pulled him down onto
the bed.

"Shouldn't you be on your stomach?" he asked.

"We can try that later," I said, stroking the side of his face lightly with
the fingers of one hand. I could feel his heart beating quickly as our
chests pressed against each other, nipples scraping. "For now, I want to
see you."

I pushed a lock of his bangs out of his eyes.

"Josh, this has been the most amazing, romantic night of my life," I
whispered, gazing into his deep blue eyes. "Nobody's ever done anything
like this for me, and I want to give you something no one else ever
has. Make love to me, Josh."

"Jack," he whispered, leaning closer. I watched his eyes grow larger and
larger, and then his mouth brushed over mine, feather light. Not every kiss
has to be long and deep to be good. He whispered huskily into my ear. "Tell
me what to do."

I slid a pillow under the small of my back, raising me up a little.

"Give me your hand," I whispered.

He held out his hand, and I squirted a generous portion of lubricant into
it. With my hand I spread it around.

"Now, why don't you take this," I said, guiding his hand down to my ass,
"and put it here."

His touch was tentative, barely there, and I decided to give him a little
encouragement by wrapping my lubed hand around his cock. His hips jerked
toward me, and I began to very slowly slide my hand up and down his
pole. His head tilted back, and I slid my free hand up his neck and pulled
his head, gently, so he was looking down at me.

"Do me, Josh, just like this," I whispered, rubbing down his cock. His hips
jerked again, and he sucked in his breath, but his hand began to move on my
ass, spreading the lube around. "That's right, Josh, that's perfect."

I began stroking his cock a little faster, squeezing lightly on the
downstrokes, and occasionally rubbing my palm over the head. He began to
pant, but his hand was also working busily at my ass.

"That's it, baby, that's it," I whispered, my eyes locked onto his. He
stared down at me, his eyes growing distant as he began to lose himself in
what he was feeling.  His mouth was open a little, his soft pink lips
hanging apart as he began to breath faster. I began stroking a little
faster still. "Inside, Josh, get it inside, too."

He gently pushed a finger into my ass, concern washing over his face to
make sure I was ok.

"That's good, Josh, that's good," I whispered, still stroking. "Gentle,
just like that. Get me ready, Josh, get me ready for you."

He stared down at me, his chest heaving. I could see that his nipples were
hard, and I tweaked one with my free hand. He pushed a second finger in. I
was completely relaxed, and decided I was ready enough.  Stopped stroking
his cock, which was now dripping all over my hand, and handed him a condom.

"Here, put this on," I said, grabbing the lube again. I squeezed a little
more into my hand, and slid my palm over his now-covered, steel hard cock,
feeling it jerk and throb in my hand. "I want you, Josh, I want you so
badly right now. I want you right here."

I pulled his cock toward my hole, and pressed the head against it. Josh was
propped up on his arms above me, almost like he was about to do push ups,
so excited he was trembling.

"Put it in me, Josh," I whispered, one hand still on his cock and the other
on his neck, keeping his face tilted toward mine. "Put your cock in me,
Josh."

He pushed, and I pushed, and I felt the head pop through the tight ring of
my sphincter.

"Ugh," he grunted as my back arched, pushing my head backward into my
pillow. My face twisted in a mixture of lust and discomfort, and I made a
small sound.  He started to pull back, but I grabbed his ass with the hand
I'd had on his cock, and held him in place.  He whispered urgently.

"Jack, am I hurting you?"

"No, Josh, no," I answered. "It's just been a while. Go slow, ok?"

"OK," he said, pushing a little more in.

I pulled him slowly, guiding him in with the hand on his ass, and still
using my other hand to keep his face parallel to mine. His eyes closed,
briefly, as the nervousness smoothed out of his face.

"Oh, Jack," he whispered, sliding another inch into me. "Oh, Jack, oh,
God."

"That's it, Josh," I encouraged. "That's the way. Nice and slow."

He groaned softly as the last few inches of his cock slid into me up to the
hilt. He was shaking from the effort of holding himself above me and from
what he was feeling, so I used the hand on his neck to pull him down until
he had settled gently on top of me. He panted into my neck, holding still,
waiting for me to tell him it was ok.  The tip of his cock was pressed
against my prostate, and the waves of pleasure blotted out everything else.

"Do it, Josh," I whispered, and felt him begin to move.

Gently he began rocking atop me, moving only a little at first. I kissed
his forehead, and his closed eyelids, panting encouragement as he began to
pump faster.

"Yeah, Josh, yeah, that's it," I moaned.

He began to go even faster, with long, smooth strokes, stabbing at my
prostate on his inward thrusts. He may not have been with a guy before, but
he'd obviously had a lot of experience with girls. He began to pump faster,
and harder, jamming his cock into me, ringing my prostate like a bell as I
squeezed him, hard, with my ass every time he plunged in.

I ran my hands down his back, now covered in a light sheen of sweat, and
felt the muscles moving and jerking, playing into each other. As a dancer,
he was in fantastic shape, smoothly muscular, and he was using all of his
energy and endurance to pound at me. My hands slid down to his ass, feeling
the muscles there flex, and I squeezed, hard, each time he pushed, pulling
him even further into me. I felt his palms slide beneath my back, also
sweat-slick, and then his hands settled onto the tops of my shoulders,
pulling my entire torso down onto him. Our chests ground into each other,
his hard, pointed nipples sliding over mine. My cock jerked against his
abdominals, trapped between our bodies, rubbed and pushed as he flexed and
unflexed, his six-pack like another pair of hands.

"Unh," he groaned, each time he went in. "Unh, unh, yes, unh, Jack, oh God,
unh."

He began to pound my ass, my headboard banging against the wall, as his
groans began to take on a high and higher pitch, turning into little
yelps. Beneath him I writhed, hands working over his ass, groaning his
name.

"Josh," I moaned. "Josh, yes, do it, Josh, do it!"

His stiffened above me, panting, dripping with sweat, looking down into my
eyes as the cords in his neck stood out. Every muscle in his body flexed at
once as he slammed his cock into me again, and I felt him jerking inside
me.

"Yes," he groaned.

I grabbed his head, pulling him down to me, and jammed my tongue into his
mouth. He stabbed into me again, and then another time, and his body
collapsed on top of mine in a sweaty heap of muscle. That was all it took
for me, and I felt my cock twitch between us as I covered both our bellies
in cum.

Josh panted and caught his breath, still inside me, as I ran my hands over
his head and showered his face with quick, tender kisses.

"Oh, God, Josh," I panted, lost in the glow of my own pleasure, clamping on
him with my ass one last time. "That was amazing."

"Unh, yeah," he agreed, still panting.

He licked my neck, swiping some of my sweat into his mouth. I grabbed a
tissue from the box on the nightstand as he gently eased out of me, and
used it to pull the condom off.  Crumpling it up, I dropped it to the
floor, where against all odds it managed not to land in a candle. I reached
for more tissues, to clean up our stomachs, but Josh grabbed them from me.

"No, let me," he whispered.

I stretched back over the bed, aware again of the smooth caress of the silk
sheets, tangled mess that they now were, as he carefully, tenderly wiped my
belly and cock clean. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over my
now-sensitive cockhead, sighing as my cock jerked. After he cleaned himself
off he slid up next to me on the bed, looking into my eyes again.

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing me.

"No, thank you," I said, smiling. "You were amazing."

"Not as much as you," he whispered.

I stared into his eyes, aware of the perfect shape of his face, the
cheekbones with their smooth symmetry, his soft mouth, with its tender lips
and that little patch of beard beneath, a strip of roughness that somehow
just enhanced all of his smoothly perfect beauty. His hair was pushed back
from his head, twisted and wrung by my hands in the midst of our
lovemaking, and wet with sweat. From there my eyes curved down his
perfectly arching eyebrows and fell again into those two deep pools of sea
and sky.

"I love you, Jack," he whispered, kissing me. "I've waited my whole life to
say that to someone and mean it, Jack. I love you."

"I love you, too, Josh," I answered, returning his kisses with equal
fervor.

We fell asleep cradled against each other, with his hand on the side of my
face, and our legs casually intertwined, the candles burning all around us,
covering the room in a warm glow.

When I woke up, misty beams of sunlight slanted in around the edges of the
shades, giving the room a softly diffused glow. Most of the candles had
gone out during the night, burning themselves down in fantastic twists and
swirls of wax, but a few of them still guttered and flickered, the wicks
all but lost in their deep pools. I crept carefully to the bathroom,
needing desperately to pee, and had a frantic minute of trying to hold it
while moving all of the candle stubs, set in fans and arcs of waxen spills,
off of the toilet lid so that I could get it open.

I looked at myself quickly in the mirror, and noticed a dark reddish bruise
at the base of my neck. Giggling and shaking my head, I realized that it
would be a week to keep my collars buttoned at work, and also realized that
I hadn't had a hickey in years, much less felt the need to cover one up.

When I padded barefoot back into the bedroom, Josh was still asleep,
looking blissfully relaxed on the bed, face pointed up toward the ceiling,
muscled arms flung to either side.  Following the line of symmetry down his
body, between his pecs, over his abs, and to that tiny trail of dark hair
below his navel that peeked up above the edge of the black sheet, I noticed
that his face wasn't the only thing pointing up. I decided to surprise him
with a friendly wake up.

Standing at the foot of the bad, I grasped the sheet, and very slowly
pulled it down, revealing his hard cock, arching up toward his stomach from
his dark pubes.  As I pulled the sheet over him, he stirred a little,
probably from the feel of the silk rubbing him down, but he didn't wake
up. I crawled carefully up the bed, until my face was just over his cock,
and I flicked my tongue out, quickly, and swiped at his balls. He twitched
a little, but still didn't wake up, and I began to lick them in earnest,
washing over his sack with my tongue. Bunching my tongue a little, I jabbed
roughly at his balls as I licked them, rolling one and then the other into
my mouth. He began to twist and shudder a little, but still was not awake.

His cock, on the other hand, was now wide awake. As hard as it had looked
before, it was now throbbing, pulsing visibly in rhythm with his
heartbeats. A sparkling pearl of precum appeared at his slit, and I ran my
tongue up the length of his cock to catch it before it could fall onto his
abs. Catlike, I licked carefully at his cock, up and down the shaft and
around the head, pausing to dip the end of my tongue into his slit again
before going back to my careful oral worship of him.

Throughout this Josh began to make little, half-sleepy moans, and to twist
on the bed. His head started to swing from side to side, and he began
breathing faster, and I wondered what kind of dream his subconscious must
be crafting out of the stimulation I was giving him. It better have been a
dream about me.

Still swiping my tongue over him like a kid with a candy cane, I grabbed
the tube of lubricant off the nightstand and squeezed a little into my
hand. Quickly lubing myself up, I grabbed one of the condoms, tore it open,
and rolled it down his cock.  Spreading lube over his prick with one hand,
I quickly slid up his body, straddling him, and, still stroking him,
positioned his head at my hole. In one quick movement, I sat down on him,
feeling him slide all the way inside me.

"Ungh, yeah," I grunted, even as his eyes popped open.

"Jack?" he asked sleepily, looking up into my face, not quite comprehending
what was going on. I squeezed my asshole, contracting hard around him, and
his hips jerked. "Oh, God."

I began to ride him, slowly, as he stared up at me, smiling. He ran his
hands up and down my sides, finally settling them on my hips as I gently
slid up and down him.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I grunted, throwing my head back fro a second
before staring again into his eyes.

Josh stared at me with unbridled lust, his face smooth and flushed with
pleasure.

"Morning," he panted.

He used his hands on my hips, to guide me, even as I felt his hips begin to
thrust beneath me. I ran my hands over his chest, scratching lightly, and
rubbed my fingers over his nipples. He smiled. Like myself, I had
discovered that Josh, too, was a nipple man, and loved to have his played
with during sex. I rolled their hard tips between my fingers, watching him
wince as his hips bucked even harder, and I began to move myself faster on
him. Both of us were moaning and groaning together, and the bed was
squealing as it shook and rocked.

Josh began to pant more, and stared into my eyes. His whole body was
straining beneath mine as he pushed into me. Above him, I felt warm fire
burning through my body with every thrust. His breathing began to get
thready, slipping into those tiny yelps again, and then his whole body went
rigid beneath me, cords standing out, muscles tight. I thought he had
looked beautiful in his pleasure last night, with the light of the candles
and the play of shadow though the bedroom, but in the bright daylight he
was flawless, simply stunning, a greek sculpture of absolute rapture
beneath me. I grabbed his nipples again, twisting them hard, as I felt him
spurt into me.

Josh's hands slid up to my shoulders and pulled my face down to his, where
he jammed his tongue into my mouth. His cock, still buried in me, gave a
few final spurts as his hips jerked, slower, and then not at all. I leaned
up, staring down at him as he panted and grinned.

"I'll say it again, Josh," I panted, equally exerted. "Good morning."

"Good God," he answered. "That was incredible."

"Thanks," I said, sliding carefully off of him and reaching for the
tissues.  I kissed him quickly on the mouth as I cleaned him off. "So were
you."

I went into the bathroom and quickly wiped myself off, thinking idly that I
needed a shower, but not really feeling like taking one just yet. My body
was a little stiff, and a little sore, but not in a painful way. It was
more of the stiffness you feel after a particularly good workout, and I
reflected idly that none of the machines at the gym had ever left me
feeling quite so bowlegged.

Josh was still lying on the bed, catching his breath and staring dreamily
at the ceiling, when I came out of the bathroom. Spotting yesterday's
boxers crumpled on the floor with all of my other clothes, I slid them on
and walked carefully into the living room, to survey the scene.

"Hmmm," I hummed to myself, looking around.

The lasagna, however good it had been, was more or less a total loss, not
having made it into the refrigerator. The same could be said for the
salad. Over by my chair, which was starting to smell a little vinegary,
even from the doorway, the wine bottle lay on its side, a few splotches of
reddish purple visible on the carpet below the mouth. Like the bedroom,
there was candle wax everywhere, as the candles had burned themselves and
heated their neighbors into burning quickly as well.

Figuring I had to start somewhere, I began to put the plates and silverware
into the lasagna pan, and then I felt Josh's hands sliding up my chest from
behind.  They settled onto the back of my neck, and I felt his breath on my
cheek as he nuzzled my face with his. I lifted a hand to stroke his hair.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Cleaning up, silly," I answered. "Can't leave this here all day."

"Are you sure?" he asked, one of his hands drifting down to squeeze lazily
at my cock, half hard in my boxers. "I can think of better things we could
do."

"I can't believe you still have the energy for that," I said, smiling.

"Well, you know, that was a hell of a wakeup call," he said, chuckling.

It was extremely sexy feeling his stomach crunch against my back as he
laughed.

"Thanks," I said. "We also provide towels and breakfast here at Chez Jack."

He began to kiss the side of my face, and then down to the nape of my neck.

"OK, Josh," I said, turning around. I took his face in my hands and quickly
pecked him on the lips. "As much fun as this is, we need to do a little
cleanup before something starts to rot in here."

"OK," he said, grabbing the salad bowl. "Once we finish, though, you're
mine."

"Silly boy," I said, picking up the lasagna pan. "I'm already yours."

He blushed, and I followed him into the kitchen. While Josh scraped the
food into the garbage can, I filled the sink with water and dish soap, and
we just threw the dishes in. I walked carefully through the apartment,
collecting up clothing from hither and yon, while Josh opened the shades,
letting the sunlight in. I stood next to him with the laundry basket while
we looked around the room.

"You know, this always looks really romantic when you see it on TV," he
said. "Nobody ever mentions cleaning it up."

I put a hand on his shoulder.

"It was really romantic," I said, chuckling. "But what the hell am I going
to do with this many candles?"

"I don't know," he answered laughing. "Do you have a box or something?"

"They didn't come in one?" I asked, incredulous.

"No," he answered. "And I threw all the bags away."

"OK, OK," I said. "Come on, we'll figure out something."

In the end I turned out to have a couple of collapsed boxes in the closet
of the guest room, and we busied ourselves for a while loading candles and
candle stumps into them. I decided to save time, and sanity, by leaving the
collections of them on the windowsills, as they fit in rather nicely with
my Spartan d‚cor. We spent most of the afternoon walking around the
apartment, both in t-shirts, me in my boxers and Josh in his boxer-briefs,
scraping wax off of tabletops and shelves with butter knives from my
kitchen. I decided to write the chair off as a total loss, which wasn't
really that major considering how old it was, and Josh promised to buy me
another one, despite my repeated insistence that I could afford my own
furniture. He tried to throw the wine bottle away, and I pulled it out of
his hand.

"Not that," I said, carrying it to the bedroom. I set it down on the
dresser.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, you know," I said, blushing. "I want to save it."

"You really are a big softie," he said, hugging me. We both sighed.

"If you ever tell anyone I admitted to that, my ass is permanently off
limits," I said.

"My lips are sealed," he whispered.

"Hopefully just in that particular regard," I said.

We went back to cleaning up my apartment, and finally decided that it was
passable enough. After putting our clothes into the washer, we pulled on
jeans, sneakers, and baseball caps, and drove down to the video store,
picking up a pizza on our way back. Se settled onto my couch to watch a
movie, forced to share now that the chair was out of commission, but
neither of us minded the imposition. After we finished eating, we settled
into the same position we'd watched television in the other night, with me
cradled against him. He gently and absentmindedly massaged the back of my
neck as one of my hands idly played with his hair.

When the movies were over, we both undressed, and slid into bed. We were
both aware that time was passing, and he was leaving in the morning, but
neither one of us seemed to be thinking of sex as I spooned back against
him. Actually, our bodies were thinking of it, but for once we ignored our
hard-ons, just cuddling and basking in the warmth of being together.

In the morning, we both got up and slipped into our robes. Without talking,
but with lots of kissing, we fixed a quick breakfast, Josh working quickly
on some eggs while I got the toast ready and the juice poured. We ate
breakfast quietly, and sipped our coffee when it was over.

"Jack, this has been the most amazing weekend of my life," Josh said
finally, his hand resting on mine.

"Mine, too, Josh," I said.

"I know it's kind of early for this, but I love you, Jack," he said, gazing
at me.

"I love you, too, Josh," I answered. "I'm just sorry I have to go back to
work, and you have to head back, too. We'll have to do this again, really
soon, because I don't know what I'm gonna do without you here."

He looked thoughtfully at me for a minute, his eyes wide, and I realized
that he was nervous.

"It's funny you should mention that, Jack," he began, squeezing my hand.
"Because I was trying to think of how to bring this up, and I guess this is
as good a way as any. I love you, Jack, and I want you to move in with me."

I thought about it for a second. I'd kind of known he was going to ask,
because it fell right in line with the earnest impulsiveness with which he
approached everything. I swallowed, and then gave him my answer.

"No."

Looking as if I'd slapped him, he jumped up from his chair and ran out of
the room.

***

That's it for now. Part 5 coming soon.