Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2004 09:01:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Deal Slowjoe <dealslowjoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smell of Sunlight - part 2

The Smell of Sunlight - Part 2

by Deal

This is a work of gay erotic fiction; if you are not old enough to view
such material, or if the viewing of such material is illegal where you are
accessing it, please browse elsewhere. This story ignores the standards of
safe sex, but the reader should not! If you have comments or suggestions,
please send them to me at dealslowjoe@yahoo.com

A Day in the Life of Edward

Morning already, and the summer sunlight is intruding my room. My name is
Ed Mason and I'm wiping my eyes and feast on the sight of my college friend
Colin's sleeping form, limbs splayed erratically and the covers only
covering his lower torso. A smile blooms on my face as I realize that we're
both sporting morning woods, if the tent on his side of the bed isn't a
periscope of some insane sewer submarine.

My God, but yesterday was a blur of sexual activity, that Col is a
firecracker in sheep's clothing. My first time getting fucked up the ass
was a very important event for me way back when, but I remember having to
take the pain like a man and taking a while doing just that. Colin though,
I noticed he winced for a second or two as I eased myself in, but when I
prodded his walnut he seemed to sink in a bottom's ultimate heaven.

I remember how long it took for him to admit to fancying me. Was I ever so
wary? I admit it must be really hard the first time you actually start
something with a guy, but if I was as tightly wound-up as he must have been
I would have jumped on the first guy I got drunk with. I guess it's pretty
lucky that I had a little assist before anything of that sort happened. I
really like being with Col, it's become a good place for me to be. He's a
good man who knows what he wants in life and damn it, he's one hot guy. The
thing about his looks is this sort of in-between-ness, as he doesn't have
that classic Asian look, and I'm aware that people in South East Asian
countries like Indonesia are actually a mix of many ethnic stereotypes. He
doesn't have that angelic look of the far eastern, that characteristic has
been diluted by a certain bluntness in his features. He reminds me of a
younger, somewhat stockier Toshiro Mifune, and yes, I saw 'Yojimbo', and
during that scene where Mifune gets roughed up and ends up heaving and
breathless and baring his upper body, yea... I sprung a woodie.

He's moaning now, and I wonder what nice dream he's having. I decide to
make it better and sneak under the covers. I find his turgid cock, somewhat
damp from precum, and start sucking the head like a lollypop.

"Mpphh, hey, morning Ed-guy", Colin says as he's waking up, quite quickly
I'm surprised to witness, but I guess me sucking on his prong must be a
significant factor in that.

I love it when he calls me Ed-guy. "Mornin' mate, sleep well, did ya?" I
reply, as I lift off his cock and wank it for a bit.

Not too long after we got to know each other, he asked me about the
discrepancy between how I talk and how I present myself on paper, which he
thinks is quite striking. I never really noticed it, but I did mention to
him that I grew up on a farm and was quite a hell-raiser in that
community. He reasoned that I must adapt really well to my surroundings,
and I had responded by saying that he was a living proof of the human
ability to adapt.

"Man, that feels good, hold on a sec", he says, lifting the covers. His
eyes have that glazed look on them as he's watching me feast on his
hard-on.

I'm taking the whole length of his cock now, swallowing the head easily,
massaging it with my throat muscles. He moans and grunts, rubbing the back
of my flat-top'd head with both hands, encouraging me to keep on sucking
it, to make him cum.

I'm having other ideas though, I lift off his cock and get up into a
crouching position, straddling his crotch. Without further ado, I hold his
cock steady and I'm pushing down, introducing my soft inner walls to his
hard prick with just my saliva for lube. As I'm stroking my cock and
jumping his bones at the same time, he stares at me with a sublime gaze of
utter lust, hoarsely saying my name and moving his hands all over my
sweat-filmed torso, and I'm feeling his dick get bigger in my ass and his
cockhead is suddenly spurting and spurting Colinseed up my chute.

Col is panting and generally catching his breath, so I climb off of him and
continue to lazily jack myself off, not taking my eyes off of his spent
bod. He notices I haven't come though, and good man that he is, gets up and
starts to give me an A-rate blowjob. Very impressive for his second day of
man-loving. After a while of that, he pulls himself off my cock, I protest
of course, but then he's saying he's gotta get fucked.

"Let's do it in your shower", he's saying.

"My my, that only leaves the kitchen and the laundry room, mate", I reply.

"We'll get them later today", he says with a smirk.

So now he's leading me to my shower cubicle, literally pulling me by the
cock, and we're chuckling all the way there. Once inside, I put my lips on
his and we start to tongue each other with a sense of urgency only
accessible to the truly horny. He's hard again by now and we're both
leaking precum.

He fumbles to get the water on, and suddenly we're being sprayed by a
torrent of warm water. We break off our kiss, and he stretches his arms,
his palms are now up against the wall and he's presenting his ass to me. I
notice how the water glints off the curves of his muscles; he's busy
looking back at me and noticing how my fur sticks to my body as the water
runs off the both of us. I play around for a bit, stroking my engorged dick
up and down the crack of his ass.

"Ed, stop fucking around and put it in!" he says, not quite able to hide
that smirk he's got on his face.

I stop fucking around and line up my cockhead with his asshole. There's
some liquid soap on the shower shelf, a brand I pick just for situations
like this when I can't be fucked to get KY or oil... it's easy on your skin
and perfect for ass-fucking with some water added. I slather some of that
on my cock and start entering him. As I'm reaming his ass slowly, I put one
arm across his chest and pinch one of his nipples, already hard from the
excitement. My other hand I'm wrapping around his shaft, slowly stroking up
and down the length of it. As I bottomed out, he groans out loud and starts
to tighten his ass muscles rhythmically, getting me off from the inside. I
start to move my hips and fuck him properly, trying to force the cum out of
him.

My hand on his cock is relentless, just as shameless as what his chute is
doing to my ass. We moan and talk dirty in the shower, which is getting
heavy with steam from the hot water. He seems to like me playing with his
tits, and I alternate between the two hard nubs often. Suddenly I'm feeling
that special pressure you get in your solar plexus, just as he starts to
grunt and mess all over my stroking hand, and I'm unloading my hot man-milk
in his love chute. We breath heavily for a while, him bracing himself
against the wall and me totally spent, leaning on him as I continue to milk
his cock and pinch one of his nipple (I can't tell which one just
now). Turning him to face me, I kiss him full on the lips, then I break it
off and stick some of my fingers, slick with his cum, in his open mouth. He
sucks my palm clean, and then he does something I totally didn't
expect. He's turning me around, pretty much ordering me to bend over, and
now he's licking my asshole, hungrily sucking his own cum out of my hole.

"Now I've got all mine back," he says with a smile, standing up now.

So I do the same to him, not wanting to lose out!

As we have no classes that day, we spend the day leisurely, since we're all
assuming that having lots of sex constitute as leisure. Whenever I can, I
like to be in the nude. Colin's not like me (he's a neat freak, and his
flat is a shameful shrine to his neurotic fear of slob-dom), but he seems
to be growing into the idea of walking around in his birthday
suit. Lunchtime was a crazy hour of eating peanutbutter and jam off of each
other's bodies, but we get hungrier and I order a pizza. I don't want to
have to put on clothes just for the pizza boy, but Colin is insisting I at
least wear my undies lest I unwittingly convert the poor delivery guy with
my roguish charms and rugged looks, not to mention the weapon between my
legs. Hey, those are Col's words.

"So, yesterday was my first time ever with a guy," he says after we finish
the pizza.

"Yeah, how was it bud?" like I need to ask.

"Superlative, can we do it again soon? We haven't done it for an hour
already!" he urges.

And so we went for it again, this time sucking each other off on the
kitchen floor, which was thankfully not cold in the summer. I love the feel
of his hard cock in my mouth, he tastes a bit different than my earlier
fuckmates, it's just as good, but the novelty is really turning me on. He's
getting better at taking my meat. I'm a bit big, but he's taking me down
easier every time now, and the feel of his throat muscles on my cock is
currently top of my top ten list of What Makes Ed Happy.

"So Eddie, tell me what your first time was like?" he's asking me.

"Well, I was a bit younger than you mate, 16 at the time, and there was
this gardener working on my family farm that I fancied." I'm saying.

Christ, but Tony Hoag was a sight. I remember watching him working the
grounds from inside our house, his shirt off and tucked in his shorts at
the back. Tony's hard, working man's body was liberally covered with
varying amounts of shocks of blond hair in all the right places, and he
kept his curly hair very very short and liked to wear some form of facial
hair (he changes his look often). His green eyes would laugh with you,
singing out the joys of being a man.

"And that cock, mate, what a cock," I'm saying.

"He was big, huh?" Col asks.

"Let me put it this way mate, I've only got two thirds of what he's got" I
reply.

"Holy shit!" he exclaims.

Tony was batting on our team, but I didn't know that back then. And then
one day I was helping him rearrange some equipment in the barn. This was a
year before I came out to my family and friends, and I was still struggling
with what my body was yelling out for. We were chatting about nonsense, and
he asked me about whether I was 'dipping my wick in some girl'. I don't
know what came over me, but I just said that no, I wasn't into girls. Are
you into guys then, he had asked. I look at Tony levelly and said that was
the case. Good, he said then, so am I. Relief washed over me at realizing
that I wasn't going to get clobbered, or worse, ratted on, for my brief
loss of control, suddenly I realized that I was crying into the denim shirt
covering his chest. Shhh, it's OK, he cooed at me then, and he comforted me
by kissing me slowly, tenderly.

We made love, of course, then and many other times. Tony was mostly a top,
but he'd bottom for me, because, in his words, I had to know how to
pleasure a guy. The sheer size of him pretty much prepared me for the men
who would later enter my life, and his easy going manners and outlook on
life was also imprinted on my own, I've found. Tony is a man of the world,
so life's indifferent cruelty has taught him to take care of himself and be
adaptable. More importantly, the wondrous things that only life could allow
to exist, coupled with the inherent sadness that comes with knowing such
wonders are ephemeral, have made him kind and able to care for others.

"Sounds like a good man, hot too", Colin says.

"Taught me everything I know. Wanna meet him?" I ask.

"Very tempting, if you don't mind?" he wonders.

"Naw, Tony's an experience I wish I could share with everyone," I smile.

We set a date to see him this weekend, and as the day lingers on we fall
asleep on cushions on the living room floor. When we wake up it's night
already, and Colin shows off his chili-making skills, still naked of
course, and after eating bowlfuls of very chunky chili, holding each other
in my bed, I doze and dream of sunlight dappled on the bathroom floor.

to be continued