Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2016 15:58:55 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: Mating or Falling in Love? Dear Reader This story, like many of my other stories, has elements that are based on real personal experiences. However, the names and places are all fictitious. If you feel like sending me a comment, negative or positive, please do so: simon23232@yahoo.com I would love to read your comments and suggestions. Also, very importantly, please donate to keep nifty going. Thanks. Simon Mating or Falling in Love? By Simon Peter "Can I ask you something, Micky?" I've been wanting to ask Micky this question for some time, ever since we leased the 2-bedroom apartment together, not as a couple, but as college mates who couldn't afford to pay rent singly. I have just got back from Thanksgiving break. I was laid during the break, but it was with Melanie. She is a great fuck, I have to admit, but I hunger for cock. And Micky has this habit of walking out of the shower every evening in his tight boxers only, and dry-brushing his teeth, as he watches the TV. Every evening, I get horny just looking at his beautiful body, standing there, working the toothbrush, his boxers, whether in silhouette or frontal, bulging maddeningly, stretching against the bubble butt cheeks. "What, Ed?" he answers without taking his eyes off the TV set. I gaze at his chest, smooth except for a light bush of hair in the middle and a few hairs sticking out around the pink nipples, and my heart skips a beat. For the first time, I have to admit, I also notice how handsome he is. Up till now, I have regarded Micky as my apartment mate. I have not considered that one day I will be appreciating his good looks with lust. He is just a guy, handsome, yes, but this handsome? Wow! My thoughts stream down to my crotch as he looks at me with his blue eyes, angular and masculine chin, and a just-visible beard. "I was wondering: why is it that you stand right in the middle of the room in your undies every evening, dry-brushing your teeth and watching TV?" I ask. "Oh?" he turns to me. My God, his blue eyes stare at me in puzzlement and he looks so cute. I so fucking love his bulging underwear, but his look is starting to excite me even more. "Does it bother you, bro?" Fuck, he looks so innocent and so hot. I must have him. But I have no idea about his sexual preferences. I haven't seen him bring home any girls, but he acts straight and he has never made any kind of advances towards me. Now, I am not that bad looking either. I am an average-looking 22-year old guy, slim and tall at 63 kg (140 lb) and 195 cm (6' 4"). My eyeglasses give me this nerdy look, but I am not really that nerdy although I tend to keep to myself most of the time. I usually lose the glasses whenever I can. I have even considered contact lenses, or laser-fixing. But the first irritated my eyes when I tried them on that I decided they were not for me, and the second is too expensive for my finances right now. I have hairy chest and legs, which Micky has had the chance of seeing. I don't stand in the middle of the room in my briefs after my shower, true, but I do come out of the shower with just a towel around my waist. My dick is large, compared to the ones I have been with, reaching to around 20 cm (8 inches) when hard, with a thick shaft and a mushroomed knob. "No, man, don't bother me at all. But it's kind of weird." "It's not like I am totally naked," he responds, his cute blue eyes glittering as he turns to face me, his bulge so inviting and exciting. I can't help myself from glancing down at his crotch, which he must have noticed. "Almost," I croak. I look back up at his face and he is smiling. Fuck! What must he be thinking? As if reading my mind, he says, "Would you rather I was naked?" Holy shit! Is this an invitation? How should I respond without sounding faggish. I am bisexual and I enjoy cock a lot. But I don't advertize this all over. "Don't matter to me, bro," I say staring straight into his hot blue eyes and down his fantastic bare chest with the light patch of hair and the pink nipples, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, knowing that what I have said is not true at all. I definitely want to see him naked. I am already developing an erection. Damn! He is turning me on like hell. "I can walk around naked," he says with a look that I can interpret in different ways: Disappointed? Sexy? Passionate? Joking? Testing? Teasing? I just can't tell, but I choose sexy because it turns me on even more. "Why would you?" I decide to prod, again trying to sound careless, but finding it more and more difficult to hide my lust. From now on, I am becoming goaded by my hard cock. I want Micky. I want to kiss his full lips, hold his naked body in my arms, lick his thin patch of chest hair down to his light trail, onto his dick, down to his balls, inside his ass crack and around his hole and then fuck the shit out of him. God, I want this guy. "It's natural. Clothes are a bitch sometimes, especially after a shower." "Ok, then, walk around naked." I realize that my bulge is showing through my sweatpants. I try to cross my legs to hide the erection, but it comes out a bit awkward. Giving up, I just sit back letting my hard dick stretch the fabric. Micky strips, glancing at my bulging crotch, a smirk on his face. Fuck me! He's gorgeous. In boxer briefs, he looks fantastically sexy, but naked, oh man, my cock throbs with desire. His trail ends in a surprisingly thick bush. His dick is limp, but hangs pretty long for a soft penis. His balls are squeezed enticingly under his uncut dick, the skin totally covering the head. His thighs are awesome. What can I say? He looks so much hotter than what I have imagined he would. "Oh man, I hope no one drops in on us," I try to joke, lame, but that's all I could think of as I stare at his crotch, the lovely thick patch and the hanging dick. "Fuck it," Micky lets out a deep breath as he stands fully naked in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips. "Why the fuck are we pretending, Ed?" "Huh?" He walks over to me, bends and grabs my erection through my pants. In a low, husky voice he says, "I want you, Ed, and you know you want me. Junior here is hard for me." He squeezes my erection and I moan. Junior totally agree with Micky's description of the situation, throbbing. I reach up and pull his face down, our lips meeting, my heart racing. As I probe into his mouth with my tongue, he begins to knead my hardness inside my sweatpants. I grab his dick, which is now erecting. I have never tried uncut dick, and this first experience with loose skin over a hard shaft is turning me on even more. The feeling of peeling the skin back to reveal the pink cock head is amazing. Micky responds to my kissing passionately, starting to fuck my palm with his uncut dick, the head disappearing inside the skin, and then reappearing as I pull the skin back. "Your junior is responding nicely as well," I breathe into his mouth with his cock sliding in and out of its skin inside my pressed palm. "Fuck, Ed," he inhales as he slips his hand inside my sweatpants and grabs my hard cock. "You're huge." "Yeah?" I always like the first impression a partner shows whenever he sizes my equipment. My cock throbs in response and hardens even more as he presses his hand around it. "Lose the clothes, baby. I want to see it," Micky moans into my mouth. I realize that I am still fully clothed. "Maybe a little more than just see?" I quip as I stand up and take off my t-shirt and pull down my pants. My cock, now released from the pants and from Micky's hand, erects at an upward angle, full 20 centimeters of hard sex tool. "Oh, my God. It's beautiful. You're beautiful," Micky exclaims. I laugh a little embarrassingly but I feel good that he likes my body, my cock. "I love the thick patch on your chest and the thicker one down here," he gets closer and runs his hand through my chest and pubic hair. Then he starts to tongue the chest patch, around the nipples, down my stomach, further down my trail to my thick, black, curly pubes. His hot breathing into my pubes makes my cock jump in anticipation. I play with his crew-cut hair and guide him onto my tool, his ultimate destination. I know for a fact, out of experience, that guys suck much better than girls. Girls do it to make you happy, but guys... Oh well, they nurse you. They take you in their mouth with hunger, and when they look up at you as they swallow your dick, there is so much pleasure and appreciation coming out of their eyes. I love a blowjob from a guy but can skip it when I am with a girl. Micky, however, is better than all the other guys I have had. He dotes on my cock. He makes love to my cock with his mouth. He kisses, licks, strokes, swallows with tender loving care. I can feel that he regards my dick as a treasure. My response is way beyond excitement. I have to pull him off every now and then to delay ejaculation. I know that if I do cum in his mouth, the stream of semen will never end. This first blowjob from Micky is amazing. As I stand in the middle of the room, naked, my cock buried into his throat, hearing his moans and slobbering, I slowly but firmly hold his head and pump deeper into his face, my sweatpants still wrapped around my ankles. He looks up at me, my cock disappearing inside his mouth, and I blow him down a kiss. Pulling him up to me when I feel that I am about to lose my load, I kiss him hard and deep. His dick presses on mine and I try not to rub too hard on him so as not to cum. I want this to last forever, but my balls are full and aching for release. We get on the couch and I make him lie on his back. I run my tongue all over his smooth body. He tastes of soap and deodorant. His cock feels strange in my mouth. This is the first time I suck on an uncircumcised penis and it feels weird. I close my eyes as I swallow. Micky's dick is not as big as mine, nor as thick, with a thin head thickening at the middle of the shaft then tapering towards his balls. I am able to go down the shaft and swallow the whole length without serious gagging. Micky arches his back in response, holding onto my head. "Oh, Ed, yea, Ed, this is so fucking amazing. Baby, suck my dick," Micky goes on and on as I take him in and out of my mouth, the whole length, from base to head back to base. Suddenly, he freezes and I feel his cum spurt down my throat. His sudden ejaculation catches me by surprise, and I immediately and reflexively press my lips around the base of his jerking cock, one hand caressing his balls and the other fingering his ass hole. "Cumm.. cumm.. cummingggg, Ed am cumming baby cumming, fuck, oh fuck." Spurt after spurt, Micky shoots down my stomach. Finally, he settles and I gently stroke his still-hard dick, savoring the taste of his juice, licking up and down the quivering tool. His pink cock head glistens with my spit and his semen, and he trembles every time I lick around it. "Easy, Ed," he breathes. "It's so sensitive." But he doesn't move away, savoring my ministrations. By now I am also ready to explode, but I force myself to delay, pressing at the base of my throbbing cock. Reluctantly, I push myself off Micky, my cock raging like a bull in heat. Micky makes for it but I push him back, gently. "What?" he looks at me as I take a step from him, with such a disappointed expression on his face that makes my heart skip a beat. "Don't you like me? Fuck, bro, I'm sorry I cummed in your mouth, but I just couldn't hold back." "Oh, no, Micky, man." I go back to him, kissing the corner of his cute mouth. "I am so hot for you. Look at my dick, bro. Doesn't it tell you how much I lust for you? Baby, I've never been so hard for someone as much as I am this second for you. But I want to take a breather. I want to make it last longer, baby. I want you so bad that if I feel your body against mine for one more second, I'm going to shoot gallons." "So," he says, the look of disappointment is replaced with that of anticipation. "What are you planning to do?" "Do?" I laugh, my cock bouncing further up against my belly. "I'm going to do you, bro. Like no one has done you before or ever will after. I'm so going to do you." I fish out my packet of cigarettes from my sweatpants and light up, inhaling deeply. "You will never quit smoking, will you?" he says, looking at me with reproach. "It's sexy," I laugh as I suck on the cigarette butt, considering how sucking Micky's butt, which I am so planning to do, is going to be like. Micky sits next to me and places his hand on my thigh, not daring to touch my erection. "Ed, you are so sexy that I hate to see you wasting your life," he rubs up and down my thigh. "Yes, Mom," I joke. He slaps my thigh and moves away. "Come on, baby," I move closer, apologetically, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him to me. "I like to smoke. Period. Can we not argue about this?" But I put off the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray as a sign of concession that he is right: smoking is a filthy habit. He leans over and kisses me, his hand playing with my chest hair. "You taste so fucking bad. Go brush your teeth!" We both laugh and kiss some more, with me terribly conscious of how I must taste to him, nicotine and smoke, and I seriously consider quitting the habit. Unbelievingly, I start to think of the effect Micky is already having on me. Five minutes later, we both have raging erections. I get up, turn off the television set, and walk to my room. "You coming or should I start jacking off?" I call back to Micky. He jumps, dashes by me, slaps my butt, and jumps onto my bed. "You are such a jerk," he teases. I climb on top of him slowly, and we kiss some more. My body presses down on him and I can feel the heat emanating from every pore of both of our skins, my hairy chest glued to his smooth one. Slowly, I lick down, all the way to his crotch. I blow him for a minute or so, but get off his dick before he shoots, now that I realize how he can do that without giving me any notice. I work his balls with my tongue, and, raising one of his legs, I get into his crack, tonguing and wetting it. I press one hand on his firm butt and use my finger with my tongue in teasing his hole. He is moaning, loudly. I start using my spit to insert my finger into him. He pushes back on my hand and my tongue in response. Oh, man, he is getting so ready, his hole twitching and puckering. I wonder if ever he has been fucked. Then I think of the first timers that I have fucked and of my own first anal penetration by a hard cock. I don't have many fond memories since there was so much pain. I don't really want to hurt my buddy, my new lover. "Micky, baby," I look at his face from under his fuzzy balls. He looks so delicious in this position. Still fingering his hole gently, I ask him, "Have you ever been... you know?" "Fucked in the ass?" he says huskily. "Well, not really. But I want you, Ed. I want you to fuck me in the ass." Shit! This is a virgin ass! My cock bounces up and down as if to tell me to get on with it. But I hesitate. I need to prepare Micky. I get some lube from the nightstand next to my bed, which I keep for my masturbation sessions, and I work both his hole and my dick, kneeling between his spread thighs. I don't have any condoms but I am clean and I want him bare. I want to feel him with all my body with no barriers whatsoever. I have never felt like this about any other partner, male or female, and I have always used protection, for male and female. But I want Micky bare. I can't explain this except that it is both stupid and exciting. After I make sure that both his fuck hole and my raging cock are lubed, I climb on top of him, full body, pressing down on him, my cock sliding into his crack. I raise both his legs and place them on my shoulders. His butt is fully exposed for me and my cock slides up and down his ass crack pressing on the hole. I kiss him with passion, and he responds even more passionately, his legs bent back all the way around his head. "Be gentle, please," Micky whispers as I increase the pressure at his hole. "Yeah, baby, I will," I breathe back. But he is tight. Fuck! I need to enter but the more I push the tighter his hole squeezes shut. He is starting to grunt and I can see the look of pain on his face, his forehead starting to sweat. I release the pressure and bend over to kiss his pursed lips, pulling my dick back from his ass. "Baby, we need to try it in another way. As much as I want to watch your face as I enter your hot, beautiful body, I want to lessen the pain and turn it to pleasure for you." I get off him, and I can actually hear his sigh of relief. "Ok, buddy, look. My cock is kinda big, yeah?" "Duh." "And your ass is virgin tight, yeah?" "Double duh." I slap his butt playfully and tell him to get on fours. I know that doggy fucking is probably the easiest for the bottom partner. Even though I love to watch my guy's face when I penetrate his rim muscle, watch the expression change from pain to pleasure as I slide my cock into him, I also have to consider that fucking him doggy will not be as painful for him. I use more lube this time although I know that a lot of lube will decrease my fucking pleasure. Holding his butt cheeks at the hips with both hands, I align my cockhead at his glistening hole. "Ok, bro, here I come," I say to him as I start the pressure. My cock is so hard that I don't need to fist it to make it penetrate the rim muscle. I feel his whole body tighten. "Just relax for me, baby," I tell him as I feel the lube sucking my cock head into him. I thrust and penetrate. Micky fucking screams. I know from experience that, as a top, the best and least painful way after the head penetrates the rim muscle is to go in with one slow but steady thrust. Holding his hips tighter, I drive all the way till I'm totally inside him. My balls are at his butt, and I remain still. Micky is whimpering now, but I can feel him pushing back onto my groin. I bend over his back and lick up and down the center and up to his nape and then from one ear to the other. His hole starts to relax and the tight grip on my cock base begins to loosen. Releasing his hips, I run one hand up and down his back as I slowly pull out till just my cockhead is inside his ass muscle. With the other hand I reach around and fist his limp dick. I stroke him as I start to thrust into him, grinding after each thrust, letting him get used to my cock's invasion. I feel him getting hard in my palm. Stroking his uncut cock makes me hornier. He has full erection as the pain subsides and my stroking of his tool intensifies. Bending on top of him, I manage to lick up and down his back as I increase my thrusting tempo, starting the fucking. Micky is whimpering under me, but it is more the sounds of pleasure than pain. His dick is throbbing with every thrust I make into him. I go faster as I feel my load build up in my balls. His rim muscle squeezes on my cock shaft so fantastically that it makes it very difficult for me to hold back. I really don't want to cum just yet. The pleasure from fucking Micky is intense and I want it to last forever. But with his hard cock pulsing in my hand and his ass muscle masturbating my cock, I start thrusting deeper and deeper. Every time my cock head pushes his insides further into his bowels, I feel my juices nearer and nearer to spilling. Finally, I can't hold back any longer. Straightening, letting go of his dick, I hold onto his hips and pound him hard and deep, my balls slapping noisily at his butt. Maybe five or six thrusts and I explode. "Fuck, baby," I hear myself screaming. "I'm CUMMING, Micky. Take my fucking juice." Spurt after spurt, I fill his ass. His rim muscle milks me for every drop I can squirt. I feel my cock slide in and out with my own cum lubing him even further. When I finally pull out, Micky turns over and reaches for my dripping dick. He swallows it to the base. I hold onto his hair, my knees barely supporting me as he drains me. When I eventually settle, I push Micky on his back and take his hard uncut cock into my mouth, swallowing down all the way. He pumps up and down through my pursed lips a few times and shoots into my throat. He pulls on my hair as he moans and grunts with every squirt. This guy can shoot gallons and I can't swallow it all. I feel his cum dribble onto my chin and down into his pubes. I keep sucking until he dumps his eighth or ninth or tenth squirt down my mouth. When I get off him, my mouth is full of his jizz. I slide on top of him and we kiss, sharing the cum and the heat of our bodies. I feel my chest sweat rubbing all over him and he holds me around my butt cheeks with both his hands, pressing our wet and sticky crotches onto each other. Getting off Micky, I walk out to the living room to get my cigarettes, my cock semi-hard and glistening with cum and sweat. Micky follows. Turning around with the cigarette in my hand, about to flick the lighter, I notice Micky's look. Fuck it! I decide on the spot: get rid of this fucking cigarette. He notices me return the cigarette to the packet and he gives me the cutest smile I have ever seen. "Fuck, Ed, my ass is sore," he says. I smile at him, "Sorry, baby, was I too rough for you?" "At first, you fucking drove in all the way. But I'm glad you did that because I was able to relax knowing that there will be no more impaling. I loved the way you started slowly which made the pain recede. But the pleasure of your pounding, wow, I am paying for all that with a sore ass." "Hahaha," I laugh. He is so cute. "What about your ass, Ed? Is it virgin?" "Huh?" I stare at him. "So you want to fuck me, Mick?" "You fucked me," he says, matter-of-fact, smirking. "Well, yeah," I responded. "But you fucking me does not necessarily follow." "So that's a no, then?" he pouts. I drop my gaze down to his crotch. He is erected, vertically, beautifully. I have been fucked a couple of times, but I'd rather do the fucking myself. At the same time, I realize that if I want to keep Micky, I will have to reciprocate. Maybe with Micky, it will be more enjoyable, since I have all those feelings for him. The idea makes me erect also. "That's a definite yes, babe," I smile at him. "I guess in our relationship there won't be tops and bottoms, just lovers, huh?" He walks over and kisses me. "You taste so much better without the nicotine, Ed!" "Fuck you, too, Mick," I laugh and pull him close and push my tongue deep into his mouth. I can still taste the semen. I suggest to him, "Let's shower, man." Under the hot water, we kiss some more, our bodies glued to each other and grinding. I reach for the soap and I lather his body. He does the same to me. I love the way his body looks wet and soapy. With a smile, I turn around and bend onto the wall, raising one leg, exposing my ass. Micky inhales. But he wastes no time. With the aid of the soap, and my position, he penetrates and drives all the way up inside me. Fuck! It does hurt. I am not used to having a cock up my ass. But it feels heavenly as well. He fills me. Moaning, he pumps his dick into my bowels. His hands are all over my wet and soapy body, driving me crazy with lust. I stroke my cock and shoot a huge load onto the wall and the shower floor as he thrusts in and out of my hole. When he cums, he groans loudly, and like in the first fuck, he shoots gallons of semen, this time inside my ass instead of down my throat. He pulls out as I lower my leg and turn to face him. Of course, we kiss, and then we rinse off, get out of the shower and dry each other. All of this tells us that we are actually falling in love with each other. It was not just two guys fucking; it was more like making love. Holding hands, which I think is mushy but seems so natural, we go to my room and Micky spends the night in my bed. We sleep naked, and we wake up a few times during the night, spooning each other and fucking each other in all sorts of positions. He is sore, but he wants more. I have never been fucked so many times in one night until now. And every time, it is more pleasurable, more intense, than the time before it. I don't count the times we fuck and shoot loads. The sheets are a mess, our bodies are a mess. We are making up for the lost two months when we could have been fucking instead of just lusting for each other. But in a way, the lusting has made the sex much more intense. I love Micky. He shows all signs that he loves me. Not until now have I believed that two guys can fall in love with each other. I have always believed that guys just fuck. Now I know differently. When I wake up in the morning and see Micky, naked, lying beside me, I know that I am a very lucky guy. I kiss him for breakfast. And for lunch and dinner and any available times in between, we make love. Positions and roles don't matter for us. We just make love.