B & G
The following fictional narrative involves sexually-explicit erotic events between men. If you shouldn't be reading this, please move on.
In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. In the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always practice safe sex.
The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.
Thanks and love to Tom for always patiently and carefully doing the editing chores, and to the rest of my Nifty Six colleagues.
What with everything else going on, I'd pretty much forgotten about seeing Bruce McDermott furtively going into Guy Mannington's office. Given Guy's propensity for fucking just about anybody who took his fancy, I was instantly suspicious that those two were getting it on. That, of course, was none of my business, or wouldn't have been if Bruce hadn't been regularly dating Rae, whom I'd come to love like the sister I'd never had. I felt guilty enough for making Rae think I was sexually interested in her the previous fall, when I really just enjoyed her company. I hated to think that someone else was setting her up for a disappointment. She deserved better than that, and she was so beautiful she should have been shooing away potential lovers.
One gloomy winter afternoon I decided to work out awhile before meeting Gabe for dinner. It was one of those nights we didn't spend together, but we had agreed to have dinner before going back to our respective dwellings. I actually had better workouts when Gabe wasn't around. He was so great to look at, all sweaty and pumped, that he distracted me. Out of long habit, I could ignore the other guys at the gym, but no way could I ignore my hunky lover. Thus it was good once in a while to go to the gym without him.
After showering and getting dressed, I was walking down the hallway toward the parking lot exit. Hearing a familiar voice, I looked down a side hallway to see Bruce coming out of Guy's office. Again. I scurried on so that he didn't see me.
An hour later Gabe and I were standing just inside the door of Carrabba's waiting for a table.
"Damn," I said. "I wish these places would take reservations. I hate standing here like a sardine in a can."
Gabe chuckled. "Well, Brent, you're the one who suggested we come here. Relax. They said it would be a fifteen-minute wait."
"Yeah, yeah. The food's great. I've just never been very good about waiting in line to pay somebody to feed me."
Just then the outer doors opened and a frigid blast of air came in. Along with it came Rae and Bruce. They spotted us immediately and came over. Gabe and I hugged Rae and shook hands with Bruce, although in my case it wasn't with much enthusiasm.
"Why don't you two sit with us?" Gabe asked. Rae glanced briefly at Bruce and then said, "If you're sure you don't mind."
Gabe went to the host/hostess's podium and told them there would be four of us. When he came back he was smiling. "They said the table would have been for four anyway, and we should be seated soon."
We made small talk, and, as promised, we were shown to a booth before I had time to complain any more. I confess dinner was pleasant. The food was good, the ambiance relaxed and very noisy. Rae and Bruce seemed comfortable together. It should have been a nice experience for everyone, but I couldn't help thinking that McDermott was being a real jerk to keep seeing Rae when he was getting quickies in Guy's office.
Actually, Bruce opened up that evening. He was funny, in fact. He did an imitation of his department head which had Gabe and Rae in stitches. Since I had never seen the man, the humor escaped me. But we exchanged campus gossip, talked about Iraq, the upcoming election, complained about our students until Rae pointed out that Gabe didn't have students and asked what was going on in B & G. He made some sort of noncommittal answer, changing the subject as soon as he could. Obviously he didn't want to talk about the vandal who seemed out to ruin his reputation.
After the meal was over, the bill paid, and Rae and Bruce had scurried for Bruce's car, Gabe stopped me in the parking lot on the way to our cars.
"Brent, what the fuck is the matter with you?"
"What do you mean, hon?"
"You were barely civil to Bruce all evening. I was embarrassed by your behavior."
"Oh you were? Well, I was embarrassed to be there making nice with the jerk."
"You know, baby, it's fuckin' freezin' out here. Could you explain that pretty quickly?"
"You're the one who brought it up!"
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry. Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow night at your place, okay?"
"Of course, if you're sure you still want to come."
He gave me a hurt look and headed for his car.
When I got home, I took off my shoes, hung up my slacks and jacket, threw the shirt into the laundry hamper, and pulled on some sweats. I poured myself a stiff shot of bourbon and flopped down on the sofa.
I had never really been angry with Gabe before, but I was pissed with him for not allowing me to explain that I'd seen Bruce coming out of Guy's office, pissed with Bruce for two-timing Rae, pissed with myself for being shitty with Gabe. I loved Rae, but Gabe was my life. And I'd been a real jerk with him. Being angry with him scared me. I didn't know what to do, so I sat there and worked on the bourbon and fretted. Close relationships were something I'd never had to deal with before, except with my parents. By shutting myself from others throughout high school, college, and grad school, I'd insulated myself from this sort of thing. I wondered briefly if I'd made a mistake by allowing myself to love people.
That inner voice soon set me straight. It told me that I was happier than I'd ever been and that I was being childish and selfish. The first thing I had to do was apologize to Gabe. After he and I were square, I could see what he thought I should do about Bruce.
I sat there sipping my bourbon, crying occasionally, and feeling alone and misunderstood. The longer I sat there, however, the guiltier I felt. Finally, I grabbed the phone and hit the speed dial for Gabe's number.
He had caller ID, so he knew it was me. "It's about time you called," he said. I could hear the chuckle in his voice. He was fuckin' amused?
"Yeah, so what's funny?"
"Calm down, baby. I just figured after you'd had a chance to think a while you'd want to talk."
"You mean you weren't sitting there waiting for me to call and apologize."
He actually did chuckle. "Not unless you think you need to."
I sobbed. "Oh, Gabe, I've been rotten to you, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. And I need you to tell me it's okay."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
And he was.
Although he had a key to my apartment, that evening he knocked on the door. When I opened it and he stepped inside, I grabbed him and kissed him, wanting him to know I was sorry and that I loved him. Although his arms were pretty well pinned in my embrace, I was aware that he dropped his car keys and something else on the table inside the door. After the kiss, I took his anorak, put it in the coat closet, and pulled him to the sofa.
"Gabe, I have been a real shit this evening. I'm sorry I embarrassed you at Carrabba's. I'm sorry I was pissy with you afterward. Please, hon, tell me you forgive me."
He hugged me and kissed my cheek as I nuzzled the side of his neck. "Why don't you tell me what all this is about?"
I explained that I had seen Bruce coming out of Guy's office that afternoon and assumed they'd been having sex. "After all," I said, "you and I both know what goes on in there."
"Not all the time, Brent. So we know that Bruce has been in Guy's office twice. We shouldn't jump to conclusions, should we? As far as we know, Bruce is straight. He seems to like Rae, and she seems to like him. Maybe we should just leave it at that unless something else happens."
"But I don't want her to get hurt."
"You wouldn't be feeling a little guilty, would you, Brent?"
"Guilty? I don't think so. I came out to Rae early on in our friendship. I never intended to use her as cover or anything like that."
"Okay, if you say so. Now, tell me this, are you maybe a little jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous? I'm not in love with Rae. I just love her like a sister."
"Well, some brothers have been known to be jealous of their sisters' boyfriends."
"Really? I wouldn't know, of course."
He nodded. "Take my word for it."
"You mean you were jealous of Chip?"
"No, not Chip. I was jealous of one of Karen's earlier boyfriends, though. I was a freshman and she was a junior. She and I had always been close, and when she started going out with Louis, I had a major problem. She wasn't home as much, and when she was, he was always there. They'd sit around the family room when the parents were out, and I had to make myself scarce. I spent hours in my room playing games or watching tv and wishing he'd just get lost. So, yeah, it's possible."
I thought about all that. "Okay, so it's possible, but, you know, I think I'd be very happy for Rae if she had a guy she loved who really knew what a special person she is and loved her, too. I just can't believe that Bruce is the guy, especially if he's gay or bi and getting it off with Guy."
"Let's just cool it and keep our eyes and ears open, baby, okay? If the professor really is messing around with the P.E. pixie, we'll find a way to deal with that. But if he isn't, you don't want to hurt Rae or damage your relationship with her, do you?"
Chuckling at "The P.E. Pixie," I said, "No, of course not."
Although this wasn't supposed to be one of the nights we spent together, Gabe never got home that night. He made love to me gently, and then held me in his arms until I went to sleep. We had to get up early the next morning because he had to be at work at 8:00. And he had to go home before going to campus because he didn't have a spare work outfit at my place.
On his way out the door, he picked up a book from the table where he'd left his keys.
Handing it to me, he said, "Bruce McDermott has a story in here. You should read it."
Later that morning, after my two classes, I hauled the book out of my briefcase. It was entitled, "Best Short Stories of 2000." I looked up Bruce's story and began to read it. It was about a boy who had been a loner throughout high school. He was smart, sensitive, but very shy, totally lacking in social skills. Despite his intelligence, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. (I should add that since no mention was made of his sexual orientation, the assumption was that he was straight.)
In his first year of college, his roommate persuaded him to sign up for fencing lessons. The boy loved it immediately. He also had an aptitude for it. He found discipline and focus in his fencing. He became the best fencer at the university. He also became popular with the people on campus who followed fencing. Eventually he went to grad school and took a doctorate in physics.
All of this sounds a little like Horatio Alger, but that's because I can't do justice to the way Bruce told his story. It was a beautiful, touching narrative, told in a surprisingly delicate and lyrical style. I found myself moved by it.
I had barely finished it when I looked up to see Gabe's package in the doorway. Looking higher, I saw his smile. "You've read it, haven't you?"
"And . . . ?"
"It's a nice story. But what's it got to do with whether or not he's boinking the pixie?"
"Well, here's a suggestion. Would anybody sensitive enough to write that story be callous enough to use Rae as a beard?"
I hadn't thought of that. He had a point. "I see what you mean, but I'm not totally convinced."
He sighed. "Okay, Brent. Just be nice to Bruce until you have more information, please?" And I think you owe Rae an apology."
It was my turn to sigh. "When you're right, Sutton, you're right. I'll go up and see her today and beg her forgiveness."
"How will you explain your behavior?"
"I'll tell her I had the rag on or something."
Gabe turned and left. I heard him laughing as he went down the hall.
I made up a phony work order for a repair in the wiring of the long table at the front of the big chem lecture hall. There are lots of outlets in the table the professors use to illustrate their lectures, and the room was so big I thought that Jay Bonner and I could hide in the last row of seats without being seen by the vandal/saboteur, who, I was convinced, had to be a member of my crew. Soon after the building was closed down by campus security, Jay and I let ourselves back in with my pass key and sat down in the dark arena.
I confess I was excited. My emotional state had partly to do with unmasking the person who was quite obviously trying to make me look bad, to discredit me and my work. Partly, however, it was a matter of the confrontation itself. Jay was a fit guy in his early twenties, and I thought the two of us could handle whoever it was. But, though I looked forward to identifying the person who had been doing the vandalism, I didn't look forward to actually confronting a co-worker.
As it turned out, he never showed up. At 3:00 AM, I nudged Jay. He was sitting there with his arms around his knees, his head on his knees.
"I think we may as well go home. If our guy were going to come, he'd have been here by now."
"Sorry I dozed off. I learned in the Air Force to sleep anywhere, anytime I got the chance. But I would have waked up if you'd as much as cleared your throat."
I told him that wasn't a problem and thanked him for his help. He said he was happy to be in on our "investigation."
I told Kurt Brent had said he might know of a solution to our problem. Kurt wondered what he had in mind, but I had no idea. I thought it was fantastic that my horn professor would even care about our problem, but that's the kind of guy he was. I'd never known an adult (I guess I'm an adult, but you know what I mean), except for my parents, who was so caring. He didn't tell me that what Kurt and I were doing was wrong. I knew he and that hunky guy from B & G were partners, but he could have said that Kurt and I were too young or that we weren't ready for commitment yet, or a lot of stuff. But he seemed really sympathetic, and I sensed that he did want to help us. So I was anxious for my next lesson to see if he had anything to say.
When I got there he gave me one of his great smiles. The guy was soooo great looking. I mean, I was in love with Kurt, or at least what I felt for Kurt was nothing like I'd ever felt before, but Brent Collins was incredibly sexy, even if he was maybe seven or eight years older than me.
"Let's hear the things you've been working on, Dane," he said. I knew that if he had anything to tell me, he wanted to get through the lesson first. I had a little trouble concentrating and didn't play well. I mean, I'm beyond hitting sour notes, but there were problems with phrasing and breathing. He reminded me of what he wanted, and asked me to play the passages again. I managed to get my mind on the music, and he seemed satisfied with the way I was playing by the end of the session. Then he gave me a whole new piece to work on for the next several sessions. I was beginning to think he wasn't going to say anything about helping us find a place.
He sunk down in his chair, stuck his long legs out straight, laced his fingers behind his head, and said, "Now, Dane, let's get to your problem."
He smiled at me. "You must understand that what I'm about to say would be frowned upon by the university officials, very likely. This has to be pretty secret." He looked at me and waited.
"As you probably know, I'm in a relationship, one that means a great deal to me."
"I, uh, know about you and Gabe Sutton. He's a real hunk!"
He grinned. "Yeah, he is that! So here's the thing, Dane. I don't spend all my nights in my apartment."
He looked at me to see if I understood, and I nodded.
"So I don't see why, subject to certain conditions, you and Kurt couldn't, say, spend the night at my place sometimes when I'm not going to be there."
"Oh, wow! That'd be fantastic! You'd do that for us?"
"As I said, subject to certain conditions."
"Well, you'd be expected to change the bed and towels, to provide your own lube and condoms but to use mine if you forgot yours. Besides that, you'd have to promise not to tell anyone (he stressed the word) about what I'm letting you do."
"Oh, that's way cool! Trust me, Kurt and I won't do anything to make you sorry you trusted us."
He put his hand on my knee for a minute and grinned. "Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of young love. Or lust. You do care about Kurt, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah! I've never felt this way about anybody before. I mean, I've had sex with other guys, but with Kurt it's just, well, I don't know, so much more."
"Good. It might not be a good idea for me to call you since you live at home. Your parents might wonder about your getting a phone call from your horn professor. Let me have your email, and I'll get in touch with you in a day or so. Meanwhile, you can explain the conditions to Kurt."
He gave me a slip of paper, and I wrote my email address on it. He handed me a slip with his addy. "Brent, thanks, man. Sir. Professor. I, uh, I'm sure Kurt won't have any problem with the conditions."
He smiled. "I don't suppose he would." He stood up and put his arm around my shoulder. It felt like I had a big brother who really cared about me, and I liked that a lot.
Back in my office later that day, I wondered that I hadn't heard from Gabe about what had happened with the ambush he'd set for the guy doing the vandalism. If they'd caught him (or her, since there was a woman on the electrical crew) in the act, Gabe might be busy dealing with that, but I thought surely he'd have called me by then. I was about to call his cell when the phone on my desk rang. It was Gabe.
"Hey, hunk, how did your trap work? Did you catch the perp?"
He chuckled, and I could just imagine that sexy smile. "Perp? You've been watching too many cop shows. But to answer your question, no, Jay and I stayed there until 3:00, and no one showed up."
"My sentiments exactly. I can't ask Jay to do that very often. He can't put in for overtime for that, you know. Besides, it's no fun sitting on the floor in the back of a lecture auditorium in the dark for almost four hours."
"Do you think your guy is on to you?"
"Could be, but maybe he just couldn't get away from his own home last night or something."
"So you're going to try it again?"
"Yeah, at least once more."
"Sure you don't want me to be with you?"
"Well, Watson, if Jay can't, then maybe I'll ask you to fill in for him. I do need an independent witness."
"Say the word, Holmes."
He chuckled again. "See you at my place for dinner?"
"Yeah. Do you need me to pick up anything on the way there?"
"Nope. Got everything on hand for supper, and there's plenty of lube by the bed."
"God! I'm practically salivating. And I'll bet dinner will be good, too."
"See ya later, babe."
At supper Gabe described for me how he and Jay had waited there, almost afraid even to whisper, for hours.
"I was getting pretty stiff, too, by the time we decided to call it quits."
"You're getting old, Sutton. I'll bet Jay wasn't stiff."
"Jay actually dozed off for a while."
"Good for him. Ya sure you two weren't up to some `getting to know you' while you waited?"
He looked at me reproachfully.
"Sorry, lover. Just teasing. You know I trust you completely." I took a bite of mashed potatoes, which he'd fixed from scratch, not a box, to go with the sirloin tips in gravy and salad we were having for supper. "These are as good as Mom's. You're an amazing cook."
He said something appropriately modest, and I continued. "Now, there's something I need to tell you."
He looked interested, but didn't say anything.
"This afternoon I told Dane that he and Kurt could use my place sometimes when I'm here with you."
"I'll bet he was pretty happy about that."
"Yeah, he was. But Gabe, now that I've told him it's okay, I'm wondering if I've done the right thing."
"Because . . . ?"
"Well, I feel a little like a pimp."
He looked at me intently and had a bite of salad. When he'd chewed and swallowed it, he asked, "Why?"
"I'm not sure, exactly. I suppose there are those who'd say I was contributing to the delinquency of minors, but neither of them is a minor so far as having sex is concerned. I'm sure the dean of students' staff might be shocked. And I can't help wondering what their parents would say."
"Oh, relax, Brent! If those two were sharing a dormitory room or an apartment, they'd be fucking like bunnies, wouldn't they?"
"Yeah, that's for sure."
"So, you're just giving them a place to do what they can't do anyplace else. Hell, you may even be saving them from expulsion. If they pulled another stunt like using Nadia Stern's studio, they might be out on their cute boy asses."
I lifted my glass of merlot to him. "Damn, I love it when you do my rationalizing for me. You're so good at it."
He lifted his glass, touched mine, took a sip, and said, "Goes with being an English major, probably."
I felt guilty for nearly getting Dane and me into a shitload of trouble. I should have checked to see when the cleaning crew came through Kling Hall. Turns out each crew does a couple of buildings each night, and they don't always start with the same one. That's how we got caught by that hysterical woman. Man, could she scream! Scared the crap out of both of us.
Nadia was very sweet about the fiasco, but then she's always had a soft spot for me. On the other hand, I knew I'd be over my head in doo doo if we got caught making out in her office again. That's why I was so relieved when Dane told me about Brent Collins' offer. Dane had always said Collins was a cool prof, but I was surprised when he actually said we could use his apartment sometimes when he wasn't there. It helped, I suppose, that he was with his lover, that hunky guy from B & G, on the nights when he wasn't at his place. I sprung wood imagining those two getting it on together.
Anyway, he'd said to come to his place at 8:00 on Friday evening, he'd show us around, go over the ground rules, and then leave. Dane picked me up at the dorm and we drove to Collins' place. I kissed him when I got in the car.
"Kurt, I can't believe this is going to happen. We're going to be together all night. Alone. We can do anything we want."
"Yeah." I grinned. "I wasn't able to practice this afternoon. Couldn't concentrate. Nadia's gonna be pissed with me Monday. She'll know I didn't work as much on the Chopin as I should have."
"What about tomorrow afternoon? I need to hit the books some time over the weekend. Maybe you could practice while I study."
"I've always made it a point of honor not to practice on Saturday afternoons, but maybe in this case I could make an exception."
He glanced at me to see how serious I was and then smiled. He was so adorable I wanted to grab him right then. Since he was driving, I just put my hand on his right thigh and let it rest there.
`Oh, Schlegel,' I said to myself, `this little guy has really captured you.'
Brent Collins was very casual and friendly. He shook hands with both of us and then showed us around. He showed us where the remote was that operated both the tv and the music system and where the towels and linens were kept and where the washer and dryer were. He told us to make ourselves at home.
"Guys, I'll expect you to strip and remake the bed and throw the towels and sheets into the hamper beside the washer." That seemed a reasonable thing to expect and we eagerly agreed. Eagerly because we both just wanted him to get the fuck out of there.
In the kitchen he pointed out where the coffee and coffee maker were. "There are pecan rolls in the fridge, along with eggs and bacon. Fix anything you want, but put the dishes in the dishwasher, okay?"
We said we would. Then he showed us how the lock on the door worked and asked us to make sure it was locked as we left the next day.
"I won't be back here until afternoon, so you don't have to be in any hurry to leave in the morning."
I decided Collins was just as nice as Dane had always said he was. We both thanked him profusely as he was putting on his coat and gloves.
He gave us a big smile. "Glad I'm in a position to help, guys. You two have fun, okay?"
We assured him we would, and he left.
The prof couldn't have been ten feet from the door when Dane jumped me. Literally! He had his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. I sort of fell back against the door and put a hand under each of his hard little cheeks. We kissed until I couldn't hold him any longer. He's only 135 pounds, but eventually I had to set him down.
He pulled me into the center of the living room by the coffee table and yanked up the bottom of my sweater. In a matter of a couple of minutes, we got naked, flinging clothes all over the room. Then he pushed me down on the sofa, falling on top of me. I was surprised by how aggressive he was, but it was adorable. He began to kiss me again and hump his hard dick against my stomach. I put one hand behind his head, the other on his butt, and returned the kiss. Obviously this boy had been as hot for me as I'd been for him. From the way he was kissing and humping me, there was no doubt of that. I'd been totally frustrated for weeks. He said he had been, too, and now I believed him.
The problem was that we'd been too horny too long. I would have been content just to kiss and hold him for a couple of hours before we even thought about going to the bedroom for real sex. Mother Nature had other ideas, though, and I felt Dane go rigid in my arms. Then his cock began to spasm and I could feel his hot spunk on my abs. After he had pumped out his load, he collapsed, resting his head on my chest. I rubbed his back and planted light kisses on the top of his head, enjoying the feeling of his cum trickling into my belly button and spreading around on his stomach and mine. He was kind of purring, and I was perfectly happy to just lie there, holding, stroking, and kissing him while he came down from his high.
Suddenly he pushed up with his hands and looked down at me. "Aw, Kurt, I'm sorry, babe. You haven't come yet."
"It's okay, li'l stud. We have all night and half of tomorrow."
He kissed my nose, got up, and went into the kitchen. I loved watching his white little buns waggling back and forth as he walked. As if I wasn't hard enough already.
He came back with a dish towel which he'd wet part of. He used it to clean me up and then himself. I giggled. "What's funny?"
"I was just hoping that Brent never finds out we used a dish towel for a cumrag."
"We'll do a load of wash before we go tomorrow, and he'll never know. Now, sit up."
"Yessir, Mr. Pierce, sir!" Grinning at him I sat up and swung my feet to the floor, wondering what he had in mind.
"Damn! This coffee table's in the way," he said. He pulled the table further from the sofa. Then he got on his knees, bent forward, and grabbed my cock. He gently kissed the knob, and then began to polish it with his tongue.
"Ohhhh, Dane dude, I'm close. Suck it, please?"
He sucked it. He had deep-throated me before I knew what happened. I knew that Dane had had experience with a close buddy in high school, but he surprised me that night and often afterward with his skills. It seemed that he and his friend had become proficient in sexual techniques. For sure he gave me the best blowjob I'd ever had. Of course, at that moment, I was ready to come anyway from the kissing and humping we'd been doing a few moments ago, though he did enough to show me that I was going to want a lot more of his mouth and throat. But not at that moment, `cause it was my turn to explode. He must have sensed I was about to blow and backed off so I came in his mouth instead of his throat. The little fucker wanted to taste my cum!
When I'd finished shooting, I leaned against the back of the sofa and closed my eyes. You know, it takes a while to come (pun intended) down from something like that. I felt him get up off his knees and sit beside me. He put an arm around my shoulder, so I opened my eyes. His face was close to mine. When he saw that my eyes were open, he leaned closer, for a kiss. I opened up, expecting his tongue to taste like my cum. I got more than I was counting on because he hadn't swallowed. He deposited my jizz in my mouth. We did the tongue tango for a while, swapping cum back and forth. Then we both swallowed, he put his head on my chest, and I put both arms around him. I think we stayed that way for a half an hour or so.
Eventually, even with the body heat of being snuggled together, we got cold. We pulled on shirts and jeans, not bothering with underwear. I went to the kitchen. Brent had said to make ourselves at home. I looked in his pantry and found some Orville Redenbacher, which I put into the microwave. When I got back to the living room with the bowl of popcorn, Dane had turned on the tv and tuned in the Friday Night Standup on Comedy Central. We kicked back, munched popcorn, and laughed at the jokes.
At 11:00 the comic that came on was pretty lame, so we put the popcorn bowl in the sink and ran water in it, turned off the tv and the living room lights, made sure the front door was locked, and went into the bedroom. We did our bathroom stuff and stripped. I got out the rubbers and lube and put them on the night stand. Then we turned the lights out and got in bed.
The first thing we did was a lot of snuggling and kissing, but of course it doesn't take much of that to get a couple of guys 18 and 19 hot.
Up to that point, Dane had been calling the shots. He kept on calling them. Although the room was dark, there was enough light coming through the Venetian blinds that we could see. He reached over to the bedside table, took a rubber packet and the bottle of WET and handed them to me.
"It's time, gorgeous. I've been waiting a lot too long for you to fuck me. Just take it easy, please. It's been six months since anybody's been in there – except me and my dildo, of course – so be gentle."
I chuckled. "Me and my dildo—" I sang to the tune of "Me and my Shadow."
He got on his knees and elbows and stuck his butt in the air. His tight little globes gleamed faintly from the light filtering through the blinds.
I would rather have taken him on his back so I could have watched his face, but he had chosen his position, so I went ahead. I squirted a dollop of WET onto his pucker. Then, after smearing three of my fingers with more lube, I began working the first one in.
"Oh, God, yeah! I knew those long pianist's fingers would be fantastic," he moaned.
I stroked his nut with my index finger, and soon he was begging me for more. After two fingers, he pleaded with me to skip the third and just get my cock in there. Even though I was pretty much caught up in my own needs as well as Dane's at that moment, it occurred to me that the adorable little guy had had a lot of experience. And he seemed to love being a bottom. For sure he wanted my cock up his ass right then.
I've never stuck my dick in a guy's chute when I haven't been startled by how hot it is. Sexy hot, but hot hot, too. I went in slowly, though he kept telling me it was okay, that I wasn't hurting him, that he wanted all of me. Soon my pubes were against his butt cheeks. I began to pull out slowly.
"No, Kurt, I don't want gentle! Fuck me hard!" So, with his continuing encouragement, I fucked him hard. He couldn't seem to get enough of my cock. I wondered for a minute whether his high school fuck buddy had a much bigger tool than mine. I wondered if I wasn't big enough to satisfy him. But when he began to chant, "Yeah, oh yeah, that's beautiful, fuck me Kurt, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I got the idea that he was pretty happy with what I was doing. Since it had only been an hour and a half or something since I'd come, I was able to keep going for a long time. Dane just kept encouraging me, asking for more, telling me how good it was, how much he'd been needing my cock in his ass, and things like that.
He was doing his share, too. When I pulled my cock back, he'd clamp down on it with his sphincter muscle so that it felt like I couldn't get away from him. Then when I'd push in, he'd push back against me, trying to get my rod as far into him as possible. Cute little Dane, such a twinky-looking guy, was one accomplished bottom. I wondered briefly if he was interested in topping me, but then those familiar feelings told me I couldn't hold back any more.
"Oh, God, Dane, I'm gonna come!"
"Yeah, stud, do it! Come in my ass, big guy!"
Even in that moment of sexual passion, I thought that no one had ever called me "big guy" before. I supposed from Dane's perspective I was. Then I began pumping my cream into the condom.
He practically shrieked. "Ah, God, Kurt. That's so fucking fantastic, I'm coming, too!." He'd never touched his prick, but I could tell that he was having his orgasm, shooting his jizz onto the sheet under us.
He collapsed onto the sheet, into the puddles of his cum. I collapsed on top of him. When I got my breath and knew what world I was in again, I began to kiss the back of his neck. In fact, I think I gave him a hickey there.
"Am I crushing you, lover? I asked.
"No way. I love feeling you on top of me."
"Think we should get this mess cleaned up?"
"Nah. There's no point in washing two sets of sheets. I don't mind a little cum if you don't."
I rolled off and lay on my left side, facing him. He snuggled close, and we put our arms around each other. I was aware of the sticky pearl jam on the sheet under us, but I didn't care. It felt kind of nice, actually.
When I woke up, pale light was peeking through the window. It was another gray early-March morning in northern Ohio. Dane was lying on his back, still asleep, but he had thrown an arm across his face. And he had a woodie. I got up, went to the bathroom, where I had a piss and swished my mouth out with some of Brent's Scope, and got back into bed. It was my turn. Nothing else was going to happen until I got fucked.
I pulled the covers back and looked at Dane's erect cock. It was bigger than I had expected. Even if he was only about 5'7", he had a cock of about 6", and it was nice and fat. I pulled the covers back over it, but I began to nuzzle his right nipple. It began to get hard right away, but then I'd already discovered that his nips were very sensitive. When we kissed and groped in his car, I often pulled out his tee and stuck a hand under it to play with his nips, which seemed hard wired to his cock.
As I continued to nuzzle and then lick the closest tit, I used my fingers on the other one. It didn't take much of that before he woke up with a smile and a moan.
"Oh, Kurt dude, that's sooo nice. I'll give you an hour or so to stop."
I grabbed his cock. "Do you need to drain this thing, stud?"
He smiled sleepily at me. "Yeah, I do, actually."
"Then go do it. But I have plans for it, so haul your cute little ass back in here ASAP."
"Yessir!" he said, beginning to look more awake.
I was relieved to see that he was still half-hard when he came back.
"I don't know how you managed to pee with your cock hard."
He grinned. "Dude, it wasn't easy."
"Okay, now it's time to do your duty. Get back in here and fuck me."
He got back into the bed, lying on his side facing me. "You mean that? You want me to fuck you?"
"Well, duh! That's what I said, isn't it? Of course I want you to fuck me."
His face lighted up. "Oh. I just sort of assumed that you were exclusively a top. Which would be fine. I'll take you any way I can get you, Kurt, and last night was fantastic. But I admit I've had lots of fantasies about that hot ass of yours."
He got the lube and a condom from the table.
"Is it okay if I lie on my back?" I asked.
He put some lube on his now hard cock and then rolled a condom onto it. As he was doing that, I grabbed a pillow and put it under my butt. Then I grabbed my knees and pulled them up against my shoulders. I studied his face as he did the one finger, two finger, three finger routine. He was concentrating on getting lube into my ass, and I was glad he was. It had been a while since I'd had anything up there. My last sex partner had been a dedicated bottom, and I don't remember anyone whose cock was as thick as Dane's. I really wanted that fat prong of his inside me, though I was, I admit, a little nervous. But he had taken my dick enthusiastically the night before, and I wasn't going to spoil his fun even if there was some pain involved.
What struck me most as I watched him was his concern to prep me as much as he could. Maybe he'd had problems with hurting other guys – or that guy in high school. I still wasn't sure how many guys he'd had sex with. The point was, he seemed determined to make it as easy for me as possible.
Looking at me, finally, he asked, "Ready, love?"
"Oh, yeah, stick that fat cock in me, babe!"
Typically, he was very gentle. But I did have to ask him to stop and let me get used to it after each additional inch or so. When, finally, he was all the way in, I nodded and said, "Okay, li'l stud, fuck me!"
He was cautious until he was sure he wasn't hurting me, but by that time the pain was gone and I was urging him to get on with it. He was amazing. He wiggled his hips in a circle, and by doing that managed to hit my nut on nearly every stroke. I saw stars every time he did, and my cock was putting out a constant flow of precum. Dane, who was at first glance a diffident, boyish little guy, fucked me better than anyone ever had. He had a great cock, and he knew how to use it. After a few minutes, I think I was babbling. Me. Self-assured Kurt Schlegel, who had girls and guys wanting to get into his pants since he was 13. There I was, flopping my arms and head around, moaning and pleading with Dane to fuck me deeper and harder, even though his cock really filled my hole and kept hitting the right spot over and over and over.
I came first, shooting splat after splat of cum. Some of it hit Dane's abs, the rest going all over my body from my navel to my chin. He bent down to kiss me and then went back to pistoning in and out of my hole.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out, much to my disappointment. He stripped off the condom and began to pump with his fist, just like in a porn flick. "Shoot it on my face, stud." He took my legs off his shoulders, leaned to his right, and before I knew it he was straddling my chest. He grinned at me, stiffened, and began to shoot ropes of thick, viscous cum onto my face.
While he was catching his breath, I tried to lick up as much as I could, but I couldn't use my hands because my arms were trapped between his knees. When he was breathing normally, he lapped the rest of his cum from my face and swallowed most of it. I could taste it, though, during the long kiss that followed.
To be continued.