Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 10:08:24 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: JIMMY AND DONNY........THE DILDO SCREWS

If my boyfriend Jimmy and me want to have a
'three-way' sex experience we have to make it up;  you
know, pretend.  We call it a three-way-fantasy.  The
reason it has to be a fantasy is we're still in the
'closet' so we simply don't know any other gay guys.
We have to make-up the third gay guy.   I feel I have
a valid and sensible reason for still being in the
closet even though I'm 20 years old (20, as of last
Sept. )... I've outlined my reasons in earlier
stories.

 Jimmy was also 20 years old last September and he and
I share an apartment near the college campus we
attend.    We're in our sophomore year and are having
a hell of a good time.  At college Jimmy is the
serious student and I'm the happy-go-lucky  fuck-up,
but we make a good team.  (At home I'm not so
happy-go-lucky,   however that's another story
entirely)....  Jimmy helps me with class work and I
help him to have fun.   We don't have to help each
other with our sex drive because  we both have similar
ones and they have  both of us  much hornier than is
probably good for us.  Whatever,  we do like our gay
sex!!  We've been exclusively each others sex partner
for three years now and we still go at it like a
couple of rabbits. If anything, it's better now than
ever......... even after all this time.

Jimmy is the only person I've ever had sex with and
I'm only the second person he's been with.  His older
male cousin was his first sex partner and he taught
Jimmy everything he knew... which was considerable.
Jimmy and I have ad libbed our way into some new and
interesting sex acts during our three years together
so..... combined with his cousins stuff, we have
ourselves a nice selection and we're never bored.

   The fantasy 3-way stories occasionally keeps us
entertained after, or in between sex acts.  What we do
is just lay in bed together goofing off and making up
the sex stories.  We try to give each other hard-ons
from the sexy stuff we make up and describe in minute
detail.   One of our rules is, no touching...the boner
has to appear just from listening to the made-up
fantasy.   We have a lot of laughs too.  Last November
an issue came up regarding the size of one of our
fantasy  boy's boner; I wanted it longer than ours.
 Jimmy and I are both  under average size.....  we're
about 5'7"....125 lbs and our boners are under six
inches.

 I once wrote in a story that we've measured our
boners 50,000 times and the longest boner ever
measured was JUST UNDER six inches.  That's a tad
misleading because Jimmy, with that measurement,  had
the ruler pressed so hard into his belly, just above
his boner, it left quite a deep indentation in his
skin which was still visible  ten minutes after he
took the ruler away.  So I've never really taken that
measurement too seriously.   The "UNDER" part is
accurate but the "JUST" word is misleading.    We may
be closer to five inches than six inches, but it's
somewhere in that general area.

In any case I wanted the fantasy boy to have an 8
inch cock  and   about one inch wide.  Maybe a nice
shaped head at 1 1/4 inches wide.  Jimmy got a little
put out because he thought that maybe I meant that his
cock wasn't long enough to satisfy me.  Complete
nonsense as I absolutely love his cock size but we're
doing a fantasy so why not go 'large'.  One thing led
to another and he said we should get an eight inch
dildo and he'd be happy to shove it up my bum hole for
me  (hope he doesn't forget the lube!).  I was all for
it.   The dildo never appeared though.  That was back
in November (four months ago, from  when this is being
written) so I thought maybe a Christmas stocking gift
but, no.... nothing in the way of a dildo in my
stocking either.

Fact is Jimmy would no more walk into a porn shop  and
buy a dildo
then he'd have sex with a girl.  So as usual, when
it's something involving 'fun',  it's going to be up
to me to make it happen.  Four months ago, when this
topic first came up, I had an intriguing suggestion
from one of the great writers in our group.   He
suggested I give Jimmy a dildo for a valentine
present.   When I realized no dildo was going to
materialized any other way, I followed Anel's advise
and did just that.  Sweet, huh?

Truth be known I'm also a bit shy about walking into a
porn shop  but I didn't have to.  There is this modern
invention  called the Internet.  One of my Christmas
presents was a $200 debit card of which I used $19.95
to buy the dildo on line.  I got some KY jelly too.
My goodness but there are a great many dildos to
choose from.  In the end (ha ha) I thought it best to
go with the look-a-like cock with a nice set of balls
attached so Jimmy would have something to scrunch
instead of scrunching mine as he likes to do.

I choose the exact size we discussed last November.
Eight inches long and one inch wide with a bit wider,
nice looking head.  Exciting!!  The thing is pinkish
and made of rubber (I think it's rubber).  Looks
wicked long and hard  I'll tell you that.  I bought a
'mushy' valentine card and wrapped the dildo, in it's
box,  with red paper.  Tuesday morning (valentine day)
Jimmy spots the gift box on our little kitchen table
and gets out a card he bought for my present.  His
card for me was not 'mushy'.......it was about a best
friend which is nice but I was up for 'mushy'.  His
gift to me was a computer generated card that said I
was entitled to two wishes of any kind;  'any kind'
that is...as long as Jimmy had the means to fulfill
the wishes.  Hmmmmm...Jimmy almost always screws me,
but  once in a while he'll want me to screw him.  I
love to screw him but he usually just wants it laying
in bed on our sides. Very vanilla.    Well, my first
wish is going to be that I get to do Jimmy 'doggy
style' (the same way  he loves to do me).  I thought
of this and smiled and he said, "Oh no Donny!  You
thought of something devious already?"  I just said
never mind.... he'll find out.     I knew what number
two wish was going to be too.

He opens his gift and sees the dildo picture on the
box and he gets hysterical with laughing.  It took him
so much by surprise he spit his tea out all over the
table and laughed as hard as I've ever seen him laugh.
 I've been spending a great deal of my time and effort
teaching Jimmy how to enjoy silly things.  He waste so
much of his time and energy on his college studies
what with his two majors and his ridiculous 'math
club' and all the other school related activities he
has.   He had this same mental block about  'fun' all
through High School too.          ( I didn't meet him
until half way through our junior year in high school
and we spent a lot of time getting me familiar with
gay boy sex  .. so obviously I didn't have a lot of
time to work on Jimmy's "fun deprivation'  problem
then.  He limited his 'fun' to gay sex with me which
is excellent as far as it goes.   There are a lot of
other kinds of fun though and these are the areas I've
 have been working with him on.)      Lately,  I'm
finally making some progress in developing his sense
of humor ....   his laughter at the dildo got
contagious and I couldn't help but join in too.  He
said he couldn't  believe I'd follow up on the stupid
dildo thing from four month ago.   Yeah, I guess a
dildo is a little 'stupid',.....even so I couldn't
help but notice he was sort of fondling the god damn
thing.

He's  staring at it, feeling the head and the fake
balls and opening his thumb and index finger as wide
as he could to kind of measure how long it is.  Then
burst out laughing again.  He manages to say "Donny,
I'm going to get this whole  thing up your boy pussy
tonight and you'll be squealing and yipping and
begging me to take it out.  Hey, does this thing have
batteries?" ( It doesn't. )  With all the laughing I
still thought I saw some tenting in Jimmy's boxers.
There certainly was serious tenting going on in mine.

He sure enjoyed his present but we had to cut the
frivolity short to get to our college classes.   The
possibility that all the time I spend in class will go
completely to waste is unthinkable;  so, to get the
most  out of the time spent in class,  I do a great
deal of day-dreaming there.  The day-dreaming almost
always has to do with  one sexy topic or guy which
hopefully will turn me on some.  Guess what I
day-dreamed about during that day's classes?  Yep,
that god damned eight foot, or rather, eight inch
dildo.  And, doing Jimmy 'doggy style' too.

That valentine afternoon, when he finally ran out of
things he could do at college,   Jimmy showed up at
our apartment with a grin on his face.  Nicest dimples
I've ever seen on a boy and I've been boy watching
since I was 10 years old.  So I consider myself an
expert on boys' looks.  He also has that light, clean
looking complexion that I find so appealing and
lick-able.  We can be wrestling around and I'll be all
sweaty but Jimmy usually looks cool, calm, clean and
lick-able.  The exception to this is that he does work
up a bit of sweat with sex; of course,  who doesn't?
He said  "OK Donny, where is my valentine present?"

 I tried to slow him down some but he wanted to give
it a go before dinner.  Well, nothing unusual about
that but it's usually me who is instigating the
afternoon sex. He almost always does all his work
before anything else.  Then double checks to be sure
he hasn't over looked anything.  The word 'tedious'
pops into my head.  It was a different ball game that
afternoon though.

We dropped most of our clothes on one of the twin beds
(we leave on        T- shirts and socks for a little
warmth) and get the lube.  Jimmy says it's his choice.
 He chooses sitting in our straight back bedroom chair
and he wants me to lay across his lap while he
"practices" with the dildo in my bum hole.  Laying
across his lap I think immediately of the 'bad nurse
screw' and that god damn enema he gave me way back
when, but when Jimmy starts twisting in the dildo my
mind jumps right back to current affairs.  I want him
to use his finger first and then the dildo but he said
he didn't remember getting a finger for valentine day.
 I suggested that he was wasting his time with all
this college crap  and perhaps he should follow a
career as a stand-up comedian.   No comment from Jimmy
and in went the dildo about two inches and I'm already
squirming and bitching that it hurts.

Jimmy is holding me on his lap by wrapping his left
arm around my back and side and around under my belly.
 My ass is right there for his right-handed
manipulation of the eight inch dildo.  "Jimmy, you
have got to go slower with that weapon!" I yell.   But
I can hear the muffled laughing and feel him shaking
with the effort to conceal it. "God damn you, this is
no laughing matter" I  squeaked out but felt myself
laughing too.  It was all so absurd.  He says "I'll
just shove this in the rest of the way and we can move
on to other things."  I scream and laugh at the same
time "No you don't" as I try to wiggle off his lap.
He's too quick and too strong and he twist the dildo
but  doesn't push it in too much more. Then he begins
his routine of slowly pushing it in a little more and
then  slowly pulling it out and then in a little bit
further  than the time before and so forth until I
complain it's in too far.  He'd back off some
temporarily but goes right back to the previous depth
and a tiny bit further and so on...

Actually it was beginning to feel OK  and at one point
I pushed my ass up off Jimmy's lap and onto the dildo
a little.  "No you don't you perve." He cries as he
pulls it out some and then tries to say something and
it comes out all wrong and we just lose it laughing.
It was me laying across his lap that made everything
too silly for words.  But laughter aside, it had all
somehow combined to make  Jimmy hot, hotter and
hottest.  With the dildo still in me about five inches
he let me slide off his lap onto my hands and knees
and all of a sudden there isn't any laughing coming
from Jimmy.  I'd felt Jimmy's boner early on and when
I looked back, from my position  on all fours, his
boner was sticking straight out... (just like the
dildo was sticking  out of me).

Jimmy said in a horse voice "Let's me try this Donny."
 He pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside and
positioned his cock at my hole.  Taking a deep breath
he  pushed all the way in me as he was exhaling.  Wow,
that dildo had done a good job of opening me up and
there was some pain but much less than usual.  More of
that squirmy, desirable feeling inside me that makes
me move on Jimmy's cock and take quick, short breaths.
 Jimmy didn't mess around with anything cute;  he just
fucked me rough and fast.  He was quickly huffing and
puffing and his roughness pushed me down onto my
forearms...

I lasted about four minutes but it was a hell of a
four minute ride, awesome feeling and I shot 4 or 5
separate blast up on my belly and then some on the
carpet as I tighten my hole ring as much as I could.
Jimmy lasted about 90 seconds longer and he had cum
spurting all over my ass cheeks.  He was temporarily
exhausted from the work-out and I was wasted a little
too.  We both lay down right there on the carpet,  me
laying in all my own cum as usual.  Well, that was a
blast!  I looked over and saw the dildo laying up
against the heavy door that separated our bedroom and
bathroom.

After  some time to wind down Jimmy said, "Damn Donny,
that dildo is a wicked turn-on." I just said
"Apparently!"    We struggled to our feet and cleaned
up a bit before putting our clothes back on.  Jimmy
had studies to do and I went out to buy us something
for dinner (I'd put some bunched-up toilet paper in
the bottom  of a pair of old jockey shorts I'd dug out
to wear instead of my boxers...the change of underwear
was for  purposes of absorbing  Jimmy's dripping cum
from my hole... ..
( I have to think of everything.)

 We'd decided on KFC  (Kentucky Fried Chicken) and I
got the original chicken, Cole slaw, biscuit and their
mash potato and gravy.  It's one of our favorite
dinners.     And I was hoping this wicked cute counter
boy would be working that late afternoon.  (He wasn't.
DAMN.  I'm thinking of sending a letter to the manager
demanding they post a work schedule so customers will
know who is working each night in advance.   All I
have to do now is come up with a reason for why
customers would care who's working each night.
hmmmmmm ........I'll come up with something.)

Even without the cute counter boy brightening my day,
I was still  real happy and for the time being Jimmy
had screwed some of my horniness out of me .  So I had
 a nice relaxed, comfortable feeling going for me.  We
had a great dinner and Jimmy asked  what my two wishes
were.  I told him that I wished I could fuck him doggy
style this coming  Friday night;   like he'd  done me
earlier.....that's number one.  And that I wanted him
to let me give him a haircut of my choosing for my
number two wish.  Jimmy said that I wasn't very
original.  He said he KNEW my two wishes would come
out of a list of three possibilities,  but he'd still
held out hope that I'd be original and surprise him..
I said sweetly, "Tough shit" ......               (As
I wondered what the third possibility was.    The one
I hadn't thought of. Hmmm)

The haircut wish is odd; I know that.  The thing is I
have a haircut fetish..nothing serious,  more a fun
thing.  Since I was about 11 years old I would get a
boner while getting a haircut.  In later years I
sometimes would cum in my pants while getting my
haircut.  At age 15 I started giving my buddies
haircuts and that gave me boners too.  (All of the
details about this topic have been covered in earlier
stories.)

  Jimmy knows about the fetish of course but he
doesn't like me to cut his hair.  The long and the
short of it is...  I take too long to finish and I
usually cut it too short.  He doesn't really care very
much how short it is, he just uses that as an excuse.
It's that I take too long... that's what  drives him
crazy.  He always has something he wants to do.  Some
place he has to be  in 10  minutes.  Stuff like that.
I take too long because I want it to last; it's a turn
on for me.  I'm trying to get smart and cut it faster
so he'll let me do it regularly but I always forget
myself and stretch it out.  It's just an extra way to
get a boner for me.  I really like it.  So that is
number two wish and Jimmy says,  "Sure, later
tonight."

We had classes the next day, of course, so we were
staying in for the evening.  When we'd finished eating
and Jimmy had finished all the college work it was 8pm
or so.  He said "OK Donny, let's get wish number two
out of the way and do the haircut."  So I got my
barber stuff out and we talked about our first night
in this apartment way back when...actually a year and
a half ago.  That night I gave Jimmy a haircut for the
first time.  I was having some serious problems
emotionally and he was so supportive it brings tears
to my eyes sometimes when I think about it.  And then
I think about what I'd be doing or where I'd even be
if Jimmy hadn't come into my life (and saved me).
Well, suffice to say  I can get emotional just
thinking about it all.    So instead of doing what I
thought I wanted to do and cut Jimmy's hair wicked
short (the way I like it to look)  I cut it the way he
was currently wearing it.   I'm such a softy.  I still
took my time though because I really like to comb and
cut  guys' hair.  Funny though,  just like sex.... I
only want to do it with guys around my own age ( 5
years or so older at most) or younger guys;       I do
not want to cut any old guys hair.  Why?...I don't
have a clue really.  It's all a mystery to me..... but
then,  I don't get to make up the rules of my fetish.

We were in real mellow moods by the time I was
finished stretching the haircut out as long as I could
(I stretched it out again;  I can't seem to help
myself).   I was taking off my shirt because of the
little prickly, clipped hair pieces.  Jimmy, who
wasn't wearing a shirt for the haircut,  was sitting
on the kitchen bar stool  brushing his  shoulders to
get the random loose hairs off.   It was dark in our
apartment except for the light over head in the
'barbershop'.  I'd stepped away from the bright area
and when I looked back  Jimmy's face was right there
close to mine, as though it had floated there out of
one of my dreams of him.

His face was right there so I put my mouth on his
mouth and felt Jimmy put his arms around my neck. I
could feel the warmth and smoothness of his chest and
stomach against me. His familiar smell that never
fails to excite me and the feel of his firm, young and
muscular body had me lightheaded.  We kissed like that
for a while and my cock was painfully pushing against
my blue jeans with it's wet head showing through.

Jimmy backed off a little and took my hand to lead me
into the bedroom.  We slowly, like we were actually in
a dream, finished undressing each other and we laid
down on one of the twin beds to kiss and lick  until I
began whispering his name.  Jimmy took his time lubing
my bum hole and he used the dildo again to loosen me
up some more. He took his time with it and I was eager
for his cock by the time he was done with the dildo.
Everything was real slow that night...stretched out,
just like I'd done with the haircut.  Eventually,
with me laying on my back, my legs on his
shoulders.... he fucked me in that same slow, dreamy
state we found ourselves in.  I didn't want it to end
but soon enough I saw strobe lights behind my eyeballs
and I shot a luscious-feeling load all up and down my
belly as I squirmed and squealed and tried to catch a
breath.  Jimmy filled me up shortly after that and
when he leaned down for a kiss I wrapped both my arms
around his neck and hugged him;  probably too tightly.
 I tried to think how I can be this lucky!   An
afternoon and an evening fuck from a guy who makes me
happy when I'm just looking at him......never mind
when he's fucking  me.....

Life resumed as usual and I was in my count down mode
till Friday night and a date with Jimmy's doggy style
fuck.  I love Thursday afternoons the best because I
usually have no classes on Friday and no part time
work at BK either.  Then the weekend!!  Jimmy, of
course, wasn't smart enough to arrange for three day
weekends and he always had class on Fridays and
actually often went in on Saturdays too.  Last year
that didn't happen and we use to have 'weekenders'
which means we stayed pretty much in bed all
weekend....Friday night to Monday morning doing stuff
to each other.  It hit me then that this was the
'third' wish possibility Jimmy was referring to; a
weekend in bed.  Damn, why didn't I think of that!!!
Jeez, sometimes for special events, I wish I had
Jimmy's brain.....  if I did I could have remembered
the weekender!

Friday night arrived and we ate some cheeseburgers and
fries (french fried potatoes and fried onion rings)
for dinner and drank some beers at a guy's apartment
the next building over from us.  Just relaxing and me
thinking about screwing Jimmy 'doggy' style a little
later on.      Then out of nowhere I began feeling
sickly and I went back to our apartment because I felt
like I was going to throw-up.  I'm standing over the
toilet waiting with that horrid feeling that preceeds
a  throw-up.......
And then I felt that  I had to take a wicked dump so I
dropped my  pants,  turned aound and sat down on the
toilet seat.   My face broke out in big sweat drops
that plopped down from my forehead onto my thighs as I
tried to decide what was going to happen to me first;
 was it going to be a crap or a puke.  I've never felt
so horrible.  Without too much in the way of details
I'll just say  I had the worse diarrhea of my life.
Although I felt like I was going to puke I never did
but the fear of doing both at the same time added to
my stress.  The sweats and diarrhea went on for a half
hour or so.  When I couldn't take it any longer I
cleaned up some and was so weak I literally crawled
into our bedroom, pulled a comforter off a bed and
went to sleep on the floor.

Jimmy woke me up 25 or 30 minutes later and I
explained what was going on.  He got me to bed and
gave me two Imodium something or other  pills to stop
the diarrhea.   I didn't even feel like talking so he
went back and had a couple more beers with our
neighbor while I slept.  Needless to say,  no doggy
style fuck for Jimmy that night.  None the next day
either because my stomach muscles really hurt;  like I
was punched in the stomach a couple of times.  Jimmy
was forcing me to drink kool aid for fluids following
some internet 'First Aid' treatment for  diarrhea.
Lot of soup too.  Solid food by Saturday night and I
was eating a lot by Sunday.   But now I realized I had
the opposite problem of diarrhea and was bound-up
tight and couldn't go to the bathroom.  On Sunday I
started to feel bad because  I couldn't do a #2
(which is a doody, for all you guys who have not
retained yours  toddler speak...
#1=pee pee   #2= doody).

Jimmy gave me a Fleet enema Sunday night because I
hadn't been able to go since Friday  and we didn't
want it to get any worse.  We discovered the Fleet
enemas a year or so ago.  It was just after Jimmy had
tortured me with that nightmare enema consisting of a
quart and a half of warm, soapy water  which turned
into a terrible mess  (that happened about a year
ago).  He thought he knew what he was doing then and
he kind of blamed me for the unfortunate outcome.
Anyway, we're in the Drug Store a couple weeks after
that happened when I spotted the little plastic
bottles of the Fleet enema.

I couldn't believe what I read on the box.  All that
was needed was 8 ounces of distilled water for most
constipation relief; not a quart and a half of soaping
warm water in my bowels like Jimmy insisted was
necessary.  He saw to it that I took most of it inside
me before all hell broke loose.   Anyway, I brought
this to his attention.  I showed him how this company
"FLEET" made their living from these enemas....they
are enema experts and they say 8  ounces is all you
need.  Jimmy read the box with a puzzled look on his
face and then blamed his grandmother for the whole
thing.  She was the one who gave him and his brother
and sister enemas years ago.

Jimmy is smart as hell about math, space/time; college
studies......but he doesn't know nearly as much as he
thinks he does about a lot of other things.  In any
case, when I need to be cleaned out (as we call it)
we use these little inexpensive enemas and they have
been very effective.  One of them worked this past
Sunday  too and I began to feel a lot better.

Even so,  of all the ways I could think of to fuck-up
a weekend this went right to the top of my list.  When
Jimmy could see I was beginning to feel a lot better
by later Sunday night he did a lot of moving  around
on his hands and knees saying "I don't know why I feel
like moving around like a dog, Donny.  It just feels
so good to be on my hands and knees."  I told him his
day would come and we'd see how he liked being on his
hands and knees with a little doggy style screwing
action going on behind him..   "Whatever are you
talking about now, Donny?" he said as he headed to the
kitchen with his ass raised up suggestively.  He'll
get his in due time.

We did some more dildo play the following week and it
was proving to be a really good way to open my tight
hole.  Jimmy worked it in till I squeaked out a
"No..too far!!"  He was getting it in around six
inches when I'd start pulling away.  This reinforced
his confidence that his boner was providing all I
needed but I still wanted to keep trying to take more
of the dildo.  After three years Jimmy's dick had
apparently established the norm inside me.  I was
willing to bet, with perseverance,  I could take all
eight inches and I wanted to see what it felt like.
This became fine with Jimmy because that perve was
getting off on sticking that thing in me.  He'd get
super hard boners himself and was following the dildo
play with some fabulous fucks that had me drooling
spit all over my chin from me licking my lips and
puffing out bursts of air and saliva.

By chance, the dildo was just a little bit smaller
around than Jimmy's boner so it was a great
progressive feeling for me.  I'm becoming a big dildo
fan (what a frigin surprise!  ).  We'd moved away from
me laying across Jimmy's lap because that got us too
silly.  Instead we tried the dildo in all the
positions Jimmy liked me in when he fucked me.  As
usual Jimmy was the boss and told me what position he
wanted me to get into.  The 'dominate' thing added to
my excitement and created tight, nice feeling boners
for me too,   over and above the stimulation of the
dildo.  Of course, there is always that aspect of
dildo play that Jimmy  could, any time he felt like
it,  push it all the way in me..  Being at his mercy
added to my hard-on.  So, I was enjoying myself
immensely!

After an excellent screwing from Jimmy one day last
week we were lying in bed talking about  dildos and
some of the other 'toys' available for sexy foreplay.
Jimmy said he simply wouldn't get involved with some
of the stuff but he liked the 'beads' idea.  I said
he'd like anything that went up my ass;  how about we
find some 'Jimmy toy'.  My idea was a nice 'ball
stretcher' for him.  This led to Jimmy's evaluation of
the whole topic and how he knew I'd be willing to try
many things that he simply wouldn't consider.  Then he
brought up our adventure in water sports as an
example.  We haven't tried that again since the
original incident of over one year ago.  Of course, we
don't judge anyone and certainly not someone into
water sports....hell, I've got that bizarre haircut
fetish so I'm not being critical of any  fetish.

This happened early on during our first year together
in the apartment.  We'd been at a frat party drinking
too much beer (again) and when we got back to our
place we were pretty ballooned.  We were still able to
make it through a routine fuck before falling asleep.
We have always slept together in one or the other of
the twin beds in our bedroom.  We like to get
tangled-up together.  (It's hard for me to get to
sleep now whenever I'm not sleeping with Jimmy.)   The
frat party was Friday night and early Saturday morning
Jimmy wakes me up so I would let go of him because he
has to take a pee.  I didn't want him to move because
I had him just the way I like him...me spooned up
behind him with my right leg over top his right leg
and my arm around his waist close enough to his cock
and balls that I can get my hand inside his boxers and
play with him whenever I felt like it.

Jimmy really needed to pee but it's cold in the room
and Jimmy is warm and he smells so good I want him
staying in bed.  "I got to take a piss!!, Donny".  So
I said he can pee in my mouth and I'd swallow it just
like I swallow his cum.  We're both still a little
drunk as we'd only stopped drinking four hours
earlier.  It was 6am and we got home about 2am.  Jimmy
says to hurry up then  and get his dick in my mouth.
I was excited to try something new so I go under the
covers and fish Jimmy's semi-soft cock out of the fly
of his boxers.  I put the head in between my lips and
wait.  Jimmy has both his hands on my head just like
he does when I'm blowing him.  His cock gets a little
bit firmer but not boned at all.  Waiting...nothing.
My head comes out of the covers "What's holding you
up, Jimmy?"  He says he can't get started. I tell him
to just relax, this is cool.  Relax, that's the key.

Jimmy shakes his head and says "The things I do for
you."        "Duh, Jimmy; this is something I'm doing
for you."  He say, "Well do it for Christ sake....I
got to go."  Back down under the covers and this time
I pull his boxers down onto his thighs.  His cock head
goes between my lips and I take a handful of his balls
to squeeze a little.  He's cupping the back of my neck
with his right hand and resting his left hand on top
of my head.  Almost immediately I feel a couple
dribbles and it taste like pee smells sometimes.
Acrid and pee flavored water I think to myself as I
swallow it.   When his relaxed flow starts however I
know right away that we're in for a disaster.   No way
can I swallow that much pee that fast and to make
matters worse, some pee goes down my windpipe!   I
pull away from his peeing cock to cough and choke...
trying to get the couple of drops of pee up and out of
my windpipe.

Jimmy is pulling on the back of my neck screaming for
me to get his dick back in my mouth, but forget about
that.  When you have liquid in your windpipe
everything is turned over to the body's involuntary
reactions.   I had no control over it.   Fits of
coughing as Jimmy unloads his big beer pee on me, his
legs and the bed.  It's really difficult to  stop once
it's going full force and after trying to stop he just
gives up and  lets it pee itself out.  "Any more
fucking brain storms Donny?   Any other great ideas.
Any fucking thing at all?   Let's try anything that
pops into your warped brain!!"     From me it's
"Cough, cough, cough and louder more violent COUGH,
COUGH" until my windpipe is cleared.

As soon as my windpipe is clear I said,  "Look at this
fooking mess you've made Jimmy!"  I'm  trying  to go
on the offense right off the bat; while still hoping
for a touch of comedy to lighten the moment.  I'm
drenched in pee and the bed covers are soaked through
all the way to the mattress.  Jimmy's legs are wet
with his own piss and he is thrashing around to get
out of this toilet/bed.  Quite a lot of   "God damn it
Donny"    and     "This sucks Donny"   and stuff like
that.  The idea had initially given my willy a tight
feeling and it had been getting up to granite hardness
when all hell broke loose.  It was way down from
granite hardness to more like cold, spaghetti-noodle,
flimsy.    Jimmy's right;  this did suck!!

He stalked off to the bathroom and I said "Jimmy...?".
 I tried to duplicate the look that Oliver had when he
said "May I have some more, Sir?" (Oliver Twist....
It's a pathetic look)  Jimmy looked back at me for a
second as I stood there covered in pee doing my
pathetic look and he said, "Oh alright, come on then,
we'll both squeeze into that ridiculously small
shower."  I flashed him a big smile as his reward for
getting it right.  The smile didn't seem to impressed
him all that much.

This was well over a year ago and it was the first
time we ran the unit out of hot water, but not the
last time.  We stand in the little shower chest to
chest with our arms around each other and our chins on
each others shoulders.  It looks like we're dancing to
a wicked hot, slow number.  The water pressure is
excellent and a big flow pours down on us.  It feels
great to have really warm water pouring down on us.
We circle around slowly so all of our body parts are
getting their share of the water.  After a long while
we'll change position with me holding Jimmy from
behind so the entire front of him gets soaked.  I
usually wack him off in that position using lots of
soap and water.  Then we switch and he returns the
favor.

We can stay under the shower for 20 to 25 minutes or
so and then the water begins to lose it's warmth so we
get out.  Well this is all swell for us but that hot
water heater is for all four units so the next guy who
jumps in his shower, in one of the other units,  gets
only cold water.  The infrequent times we use the huge
bathtub results in the same thing.  We use up all four
units worth of hot water.  Of course in an hour or so
the water is reheated but that doesn't do much good
for the guy who needs to grab a quick shower and off
to a date or appointment of some kind and all he gets
is cold water..

We didn't get in trouble that first time but, more
recently after a shower incidence where we used up all
the buildings hot water  a notice was delivered to all
units regarding the matter.  The 'super' for the
building rang our doorbell and I answered.  I didn't
know the supers name but he knew mine.

  He explained about the one hot water tank for all
four units in our building and how much water and how
long it took to heat up and stuff like that.  I nodded
at him as if I understood, or cared.  He's one of
those people that seem, even standing still, to be in
a hurry.  I keep looking at him stupidly and he hands
me a notice that everyone will be getting about this
problem.  Apparently there have been complaints but
the culprit is still unknown;  it has to be one of the
four units though.

I gave Jimmy the notice later and after he read it he
said, "Fuck em if they can't take a joke" and he
crumpled it up and tossed it in the waste basket.  I
felt this was a good indication that I was having a
positive effect on Jimmy's general outlook.  When we
first met he would have been all concerned about this
and carry on about being fair and so forth.  Now it's
"Fuck em."

After that shower had cleaned all the pee off of us
Jimmy went to sleep in the other twin bed. I had to
clean up the pee bed so  I pulled all the bedding off
and shoved half into each of the two pillow cases.
Throwing the comforter on top of the stuffed pillow
cases I headed for the kitchen for the Clorox spay
cleaner and saturate the mattress where the pee had
stained it dark.  I rinsed and scrubbed and rinsed and
left it to dry.  After putting on a T- shirt and
pajama bottom and Jimmy's flip flops I grabbed some
money and took the dirty, pee bedding to the basement
Laundromat and started the wash cycle.  This made me
think about my basement at home and the pee problems
I'd had there.  That brought me down some.... and I'd
wanted to have fun with Jimmy and his pee.  Obviously
not to be....life can be hard.

BTW, for those of you who don't know; urine is
sterile.  I learned that on-line from some erotic
story or another so I wasn't afraid of Jimmy's pee
from the stand point of germs etc.  Not that we worry
about each others germs all that much in the first
place.

All of that was ancient history though, as  we lay
together in bed last week and went over this year-old,
water-sport adventure in minute detail.   Strange, but
everything seemed funny as hell from our perspective
now.  It seems that disaster, plus time equals a funny
story.  Of course, this only holds true if nothing
seriously bad happened.  I told Jimmy that in
retrospect I can see clearly that the whole mess was
caused because he'd been inadequately potty trained.
He said he was inclined to believe it had something to
do with me not doing what I said I said I was going to
do.  Details!

In any case we both swear we can smell that stale pee
smell when we're sleeping in  that twin bed, even a
year later.  We turned the mattress over and sprayed
it with many things but we still smell Jimmy's pee.
That was the extent of our water sport endeavors.  I
crossed off    "Taste Jimmy's piss"   from my list of
things to do......and moved on.

Still very much looking forward to my valentine
present ( screwing Jimmy doggy style) I patiently
waited for Friday.  It finally did arrive and all
systems were go.  We'd been meticulous about keeping
the dildo clean after each play time...and BTW this is
a good lesson for you younger kids; always keep your
sex toys picked-up and cleaned.  They'll be ready for
more fun next time!  (This has been a public service
announcement.)

So my plan was to play around with the dildo loosening
Jimmy up in preparation for his much anticipated
'doggy' style fuck.  Much anticipated by me, that is.
I skipped the cheeseburgers and fried foods that may
have caused the trouble last Friday.  I skipped the
beer too.  Instead we had pizza for dinner and rum and
coke for our alcohol of choice.  Much healthier. ha
ha.  Man, I was feeling great.  Jimmy too.

After just the perfect amount of rum and coke  (Jimmy
got more rum in him then I got in me because I was
making the drinks..  planning ahead and being a touch
devious is more good advise for the younger readers)
I suggested we step into the bedroom.  It was just
after 9pm.  Jimmy was nicely juiced up and in a very
sexy mood.  I said that this is my 'wish' so he had to
do what I wanted.  He's shaking his head 'yes' and he
had his usual  smirk on his face.  I undress him
totally...no socks, no T-shirt, no nothing.   leaving
my clothes on for now , just to show him who was boss.
 I  grabbing a handful of hair from the back of his
head and  I pulled him to me for kind of a rough, hard
kiss on his mouth.

Jimmy's like "Wha the?"   I tell him to "shut up" and
he straightens up and pulls his head away from me a
little with a puzzled look on his face.  I have to
explain we're doing a role reversal and he has to go
along with me and play his part.  He has to be
submissive tonight.  He's a great guy and says "OK
Donny, we'll do it your way, after all this is your
valentine present."  I tell him, "and don't you forget
it!"   I still had his hair held in my fist and I
pulled his head to me again and licked across his
mouth a number of times.  He involuntarily opens his
mouth and his tongue is right there so I lick it. We
are helplessly into licking each other and Jimmy's
arms go around me and we lick and kiss each other
until we fall over on the little twin bed.

I'm still pulling his hair without even realizing it
because  making-out with Jimmy is so hot and exciting
for me.  His cock is hard and up against his stomach.
Mine is hard and poking my pants out.  It's also wet
and dripping a little. I pulled my head away from
Jimmy and swung my right leg over him so I could
straddle his waist.  His face is as red as mine felt
and we're both panting a little.  His chest is moving
up and down getting oxygen.  I pull down my fly and
pull out my wet boner as I squirm down Jimmy's taut,
smooth body until my boner is right at his lips.  I
put a knee on each of his biceps and put two fingers
in his mouth as I tried to look tough.  He looked me
right in my eyes as he sucked on my fingers.

 When I look at him I always think he must be a pure
pedigree boy of some type or other.  He couldn't be a
mongrel like me   ..he has such fine features; not
necessarily the cutest guy ever but more like a really
nice looking guy.  His natural eyebrows are narrow and
perfectly shaped, he has long eyelashes, light brown
eyes with dark brown high lights, clear skin, a nice
straight hair line with shiny, full bodied light brown
hair.  The whitest teeth and perfect full lips.
And, of course, the freaking dimples when he smiles
can get my willy to stand up fast..

I stared at his face  as he stared into my eyes and
sucked on my fingers.  It was weird, but erotic as
hell too.  I shook my head to snap myself out of it,
pulled my fingers out of his mouth and slid my
dripping boner in between his lips.  Jimmy was really
in the mood  and he tongued my cock and reached up to
squeeze my nuts.  I was kneeling on his bicep but he
bent his arm and just barely reached my nuts.   He
squeezed them hard enough so that I raised up off his
chest for a few seconds, threw my head back and gasped
at the thrill of the pain.  Then I sat back down on
his chest as he maintained the pressure on my balls
causing my eyes to tear and blink rapidly but I was
wicked turned on and hot.

  Pushing my hips toward his face he took my whole
boner in his mouth with the head entering his throat;
my sparse pubes covered his lips and when I pulled up
out of his throat a little he took a big breath and
then his exhale through his nose blew my pubes around
in the breeze he'd caused.  Down his throat again, out
for his breath and back in again until I got a good
rhythm for fucking his mouth and throat.  It didn't
last long and I shot a number of spraying blast of cum
in his throat, mouth and lastly as I pulled out
squealing, spraying some cum on his face.

 During the oral sex I'd reached around me so I could
be jerking on Jimmy's rock hard bonner.  I stopped
when I was cuming but after catching my breath I moved
down and over that hard boner  to sit on his thighs.
And I milked his cock  slowly until he was squirming
under me and moaning.  When he came it was a nice
squirt up his belly and some drops on his chest and
nipples followed by five squirts each one smaller than
the preceding one.  I squeezed his cock hard to get
every drop of cum up and out of him.   Then  I lay
down on his chest and kept the side of my face next to
his as we both did short, fast little breaths.  We
didn't talk at all for ten minutes or so.

Then I said "You've been a good boy so far so I'm
going to give you a break before I doggy fuck you. "
Jimmy asked, in an over-done little meek voice "What
should I do while I'm waiting to get my fuck?"  I told
him to get his ass in the bathroom and get a hot bath
ready for us.  He scampered away and I went in our
tiny kitchen to make us a couple more rum and cokes.
This was all a hell a lot of fun and I laughed some to
myself as I carried the drinks into our bathroom.
He was just about to add some kind of bath beads to
the running water in the tub when I stopped him.  The
fact is I'd rather smell Jimmy than some fooking bath
beads.  He took his drink and I told him that his
barely acceptable blow job had merely whetted my
appetite for some gay sex. I kept up a line of BS as I
undressed and got ready to step into that tub of hot
water.

As he climbed in after me I told him that later he was
in for the doggy fucking of his young life...that
before I was done with him his eyes would be sticking
out on stalks like you see in cartoons.  And then some
more BS on top of more BS.  Just goofing around.  He
tried not to smile or chuckle; he was trying to be
submissive but he had virtually no experience at being
a sub himself.  He just tried to exaggerate my past
submissive behavior and I had a few good laughs at
that.  I tried to turn my laughs into coughs.  We
eventually   listened to  "The Best Of Van Morrison"
CD  and talked over some of the songs we weren't crazy
about.  It was great just sitting in that big tub with
Jimmy between my legs and his back up against my
chest, my arms around him near his belly button. And
he did smell a hell of a lot better than bath beads.

We were both basking in the glow of our recent
climaxes and were both sincerely happy to be exactly
where we were.  The conversation was all over the
place.  I asked him who had the best tasting cum;  me
or his cousin?  Jimmy said he wasn't crazy...did I
think there was any chance he'd say his cousin's cum
tasted better than mine?  Did I think he was an
idiot??  He said that knowing me for three years there
was only one possible answer  to my question and it
was that my cum tasted ten times better than his
cousins.  I said "I thought it probably was more like
25 times better than his old fart cousin."  Jimmy said
that he meant to say 25 times better. But, he said...
his cousin wasn't old, he was only two years older
than us.  Well, he looks older etc etc..

We talked about the other times we had used this big
old tub and it turned out, counting this time,   we'd
only used it six times in the
eighteen months we'd had the apartment.  We went into
details about the time he'd made me pee my pants and
the great time we'd had in the tub AFTER I'd peed
myself.  We blamed each other for that incident in a
joking way.  The warning notices our apartment unit
keeps getting about someone using up all the hot water
had us howling with laughter because we were in the
process of doing just that right now.

We moved on to Jimmy giving himself all the credit for
getting him and me together and we argued about that
in a good natured way.  We laughed about silly stuff
that if I wrote down for you it would make my face get
red from embarrassment....it was just too corny.  We'd
run out of rum with the last drinks and the new water
running into our tub was getting cool.  It was close
to an hour and a half since we first got in the tub.
We were a little wrinkled.  The tub time lasted much
longer than the shower time because we had the hot
water on low for a bath;  just enough to keep the
water at the proper temperature.  In the shower we
blasted it hard straight through until the water began
to get cool.

Neither one of us was very tired.  Truth is we both
had a little buzz on from all the rum that night.  I
reasserted my role as the dominate one and told Jimmy
to pull the plug and get us some towels.
We dried each other off real well and went back in our
bedroom.  "Assume the position boy.  Get on your hands
and knees." I said and then I slapped his ass cheek
with a pretty good slap. "Yip!" he goes...
and then he went right down on all four.  That gave me
a little woody right off the bat.  I'd put the lube
and the dildo on the night stand earlier so I grabbed
Jimmy's hair again and pulled him over between the
twin beds,  right in front of the night stand.

I took my time with the lube and really worked my
finger in and up Jimmy's wicked tight hole.  He was on
his knees with his ass up in the air and he was
leaning his forearms on the carpet with his forehead
resting on top of his arms.  He looked relaxed and
comfortable.  As I had fun fingering him I reflected
on how neither Jimmy or I have any hair on our ass.
That's kind of rare.  I barely have any hair (except
little light hairs) on my arms and legs, a little
under my arms but that's it except for a sparse pube
area.  Jimmy does have hair on his lower legs but none
on his thighs and very little on his arms.  We both
have been getting a little whisker action the last
year but not a hell of a lot to be honest.  Jimmy's
ass cheeks are really hot looking; very smooth, cream
colored, firm and nicely rounded.  Totally choice!!
I fingered his hole for ten minutes and he let a few
purring sounds escape his lips.  Finger fucking is
something we did a lot of in our early times together.
 It feels good to us.

I was anxious to use the dildo so I cut short the
finger fucking a little although I really liked seeing
Jimmy enjoying it so much.  Both of us had nice
boners; not steel, but good and hard.  Lubing the
dildo got me harder and that feeling of power to be
controlling how far and how hard I was going to insert
it  into Jimmy got me a little bit harder still.  I
got two fingers in his hole for a couple minutes then
pushed in the   head of the dildo.  It was harder to
get in then I expected and I had it lubed as much as a
dildo can be lubed.  Jimmy raised up on his hands and
said "Ouch, that hurts!  I'm not kidding Donny, that's
too tight."   I couldn't work up any dominate tough
talk to say to that,  but at least I didn't pull  out
the dildo like I'd normally do.

Leaving just the head of the dildo in him I rubbed his
back and the back of his head and neck gently; I
reached under him and gently massaged his cock and
balls.  They remained flaccid and Jimmy was breathing
with short burst so I knew it was still hurting him
(Damn it!!) but I gave it some time and he began
breathing easier.  I kept rubbing
his hair and reaching under to rub his nipples which
began to firm up.  More massaging of his cock and
balls and I could feel a little firmness there too.  I
pushed on the dildo expecting it to be as tight as it
was initially but it wasn't and it went in about four
inches.  Jimmy raised his head up and blew a long
stream of air out but that was it.

I waited a minute or two while I did more massaging of
his hardening cock and Jimmy let out a little moan.  I
was so happy to hear a sound of pleasure from him I
got on my knees next to him and kissed and licked his
face.  He turned his head towards me and we kissed
each other warmly and with a wonderful deep feeling.
I was rock hard  now and looking back to see the last
three inches of the dildo sticking out of Jimmy almost
set me off.  Precum dripped out of my pee hole and my
cock was shiny bright red.  I was breathing in burst
now myself.

I took the dildo and slowly pulled it out until just
it's head remained in his hole and then pushed it back
in all the way till just about an inch and a half was
sticking out.  With that move Jimmy had now taken more
than I'd been able to take after two weeks of screwing
around with it. I didn't know what to make of that but
Jimmy seemed to like it..  I began to slowly pull out
and push the dildo in until quickly  Jimmy was
wiggling and squirming and moaning.  I kept this up or
five or six minutes.   I was getting it all the way
in, all eight inches and right up to the rubber nuts
at the end.  I was breathing harder than Jimmy was as
I pulled it out seven inches or so and pushed in all
the way back in.  He squirmed and moaned and rotated
his ass some.  Jesus, it was hot!

   Jimmy's positive reaction was totally  unexpected
and  it was such a turn-on to me I was afraid I'd
shoot my load before I even got to enter him.  If I
fucked him much more with that dildo I'd be shooting
my load all over Jimmy's legs.   Because of this I
decided I'd better pull the dildo  all the way out and
hump into him myself.

  When I pulled the dildo  out of him  Jimmy said "OH,
OH  No. Don't"    I interpreted this to mean he'd
rather have it still in him so I quickly positioned
myself behind him, bent my legs some and pushed my
hard cock head into him.  He pushed back on me and
rolled his head around some.  I slowly, just like I
did with the dildo, slowly went all the way in till my
balls lay on his ass  crack.  Jimmy moaned "Oh yeah,
Donny"  That was the best response I'd ever heard from
Jimmy while fucking him.

I'm convinced that guys have a "time of the month"
just like girls when they're at their hottest....with
guys it isn't once a month but I think it's like every
two months or so.  I don't know exactly but I'm sure
it's something because sometimes I get much more
turned on then other times.  And I think I just got
lucky with Jimmy that night and he was really
responding well because it was "his time"or his cycle
or whatever.  Or maybe I'm all wet!  But I do know
that Jimmy was enjoying this more than any other time
I'd fucked him...enjoying this MUCH more than any
other time!

Jimmy was pushing back at my thrust into him as I held
on tight to his hips.  My boner felt as long as the
dildo even though I knew it wasn't.  All around my
balls was a strong tingling feeling and the head of my
cock itched.  Every time I thrust into Jimmy his head
bumped into the night table that was right in front of
him, between the twin beds.  He grunted with each
thrust, pushing back on my crotch with his ass when I
was in him the deepest.  Every thrust made me go
"UMPH!"  I was flush with lust and began to grind into
his hole with each quick penetration.  I'd switched my
 hands so I had one gripping each of his shoulders to
enable me to pull into him with some force.

I gave him thirty seconds of fast humps in and out
followed by thirty seconds of slower humps with the
grinding and without thinking about it I smacked his
ass cheek with each thrust for 15 or 20 seconds.  It
was a dizzying feeling and it was just on the edge of
being too much because, at one point,  I thought I'd
pass out from the intensity of the sensations.  For
one thing Jimmy really had switched places with me.
I'd never seen him so turned on or so 'hot' from
getting fucked.  That alone was driving me near crazy.


I felt my damn eyes tearing again with desire; my
desire to cum as I continued to plow into a willing
Jimmy who was now making all kinds of pleasure sounds.
 Taking me by surprise,  he lurched his hips forward
almost pulling off my cock, and arching his back with
his head thrown back he made a strangling sound and
splashed cum up on his stomach. I knew he was cuming
because for the first time ever I felt his ring close
tight around my cock with each of his ejaculation and
I squealed out, as usual, and shot my load up inside
Jimmy.  I shot with each of his contractions.  I
always cum first but not this time and so I felt that
fabulous tight muscle ring strangle my cock.  A thrill
I already wanted to experience again.

Jimmy was sweating and moaning and pulling on his cock
with one hand; the other hand on the floor holding him
up.  I pulled out of his hole after a while and sort
of sat on his ass cheeks.  I was weak and still felt
dizzy but my groin and stomach and thighs all had that
familiar electric buzzing feeling that I loved with a
passion.  My toes were still curled and my whole body
felt wired tight.    I concentrated on the feelings so
I wouldn't miss any.  But the coming down part started
and so I managed to flop over on the bed while Jimmy
just laid in his own cum.     (for a change instead of
me laying in mine).

Our hearts were pounding and we needed a lot of oxygen
to make up for not breathing in enough during the sex.
 I felt bad that this was one of the few times we
weren't laying together after sex but Jimmy seemed
content on the floor.  I could hear his deep
breathing.  In a few minutes he got up and collapsed
next to me with his arm around me.
I held his hand.  I know I tend to say this a lot but
I really think this was my favorite fuck so far.  And
I was the one doing the fucking so this is rare
indeed.

After a while Jimmy told me it might be the best fuck
he'd ever got.  My head began to swell (the one on my
shoulders).  He said his cousin's cock was too big for
him really and he, Jimmy, never felt wonderful about
getting fucked.    When his cousin was screwing him,
there were periods of time that it felt great but
mostly it was pain or too close to pain for Jimmy to
really get into it.  When I fucked him it was a real
good feeling but still  nothing as hot as when he was
fucking me;  from his point of view, that is.  But
this doggy style fuck I'd just given him had  lots of
good prostrate action and overall it was great for him
and he had cum wicked hard.  Felt fabulous..... He
wanted to do doggy style from now on when I screwed
him.  YEAH!  No more vanilla fucks.   All this
positive feed back and  I was still feeling the
buzzing around my cock and balls from cuming...the
whole thing was fantastic.  More than I ever dreamed
of.

In time we got up and got bottles of water to drink,
cleaned ourselves up some and brushed our teeth.  Then
we did some wonderful hugging and rubbing back in bed;
 but not much talking.  I know we both felt like it
was all pretty much perfect.  The dildo will be a part
of our screwing around for a while and then the
novelty will wear off and we'll do something else.
Meanwhile, I still want to feel the whole eight inches
of dildo inside me so there is always something to
look forward to,  if you have the right attitude that
is.  With Jimmy I have the right
attitude.......without him,  I don't.  I love to go to
sleep with him.

Donny