From: Teen-Tommy@webtv.net (Tommy)
Subject: HOT Summer Night
Date: Wed, 2 Dec 1998 20:21:38 -0800 (PST)

Part 1

This past summer I got out of high school, and took a job with
the maintainence crew at a local hospital. I live with my grandmother,
who manages an apartment complex. At least she doesn't drink and fight
like my parents, so it's pretty ok living there. Plus it's got a big
assed swimming pool. 

I'd get home about 11 p.m., and most of the tenants would be in bed
asleep, most of them being old people. I'd quietly shower, toss on some
swim trunks, and head for the pool. It was supposed to be closed at
sunset, but I was always quiet, and no one ever knew. So I thought. 

I'd slide into the pool, doing a few laps to ease my muscles from the
job, crawl out and sit in a lounge to smoke a joint. Sometimes,
especially on dark night I'd slip off the trunks and go skinny dipping,
loving the way the warm pool water caressed my naked skin. 
This was one of those nights. 

Stoned and naked, dripping wet, walking over to where I'd left my trunks
and towel. The pool area is dark, quiet, not a light from any window. 

Suddenly ~ a cough. In the darkened corner, someone moves. He stands up
and walks over to me. I'm frozen for a moment, feeling his eyes, feeling
them, on me, feeling them all over me. He smiles, excuses himself for
frightening me. 

Reaching for my towel, as I begin to dry off, my cock begins to stir.
Turning my back towards him, he waits, quietly. Drying my legs, I
realize the view he is getting of my ass. Turning quickly to grab my
trunks, I slide one leg in, the waist band becoming snagged on my balls
and obvious erection. 

He asks, "Ever do it with a guy?" 

No, I tell him, "I'm straight ~ got a girl friend." 

"Does she blow you?" 

"WHAT?" 

"You know ~ suck you off." 

"sure......Yeah" 

"You know, guys do it better than girls." 

"Yeah ~ why?" 

"Cause girls do it 'cause the guy wants her to. But guys who suck cock
do it 'cause we like doing it. So we do it better." 

"Guess I'll have to take your word for it" I tell the guy. 

"It'd be worth it to me to prove it to you" he tells me. 

"How's that ~ what d'ya mean?" 

"I'd be willing to fork over some cash to wrap my lips around that meat
of yours I just saw. 

"NAH" I tell him. "I ain't no fag." 

"That's just it" the guy says. "You're straight, got a girl friend.
You'd only be doing it 'cause you got paid. That doesn't make you gay." 

While I'm thinking about it, still stoned, still with a raging hardon,
the guy sits on one of the aluminum chairs. Taking a few bills out of
his wallet and laying them on the table, he motions for me to walk
closer. 

Not thinking, just reacting, I stand in front of him. Ever so lightly,
his finger tips gently caress the soft hairs on the back of my legs.
Slowly, his hands move up, fingers tucked inside the waistband of my
trunks, he slowly uncovers my erect cock. 

Cupping it in his palm, he softly kisses the head. Then a butterfly
lick, smearing a drop of my pre-cum around and around. Licking, kissing,
licking, kissing. Slowly his moist lips part and he slides them forward,
capturing my cock in his mouth. 

Sliding it in and out, he controls the action, slowing me down,
prolonging the feeling of his tomgue caressing my dick, his mouth
sucking, his lips sliding back and forth, my dick going in and out,
warm, moist, intense, every nerve in my groin wide awake. 

The heat is intense, and now his hands cup the checks of my ass,
occassional dipping down to tug at my balls, which are aching with
pleasure. 

My one hand on his shoulder, the fingers of my other hand pinching my
hard nipples. He removes his mouth from my cock, it springs up, slapping
my hard belly, as he sucks both my balls into his mouth, my balls aching
from the pleasure, pre-cum dripping from the head of my dick onto his
forhead and down his cheek. 

He recaptures my meat, tormenting me, but bringing me to an intense
level of pleasure, a place were I have never been before. I'm about to
shoot, 

I try to warn him, trying not to shoot down his throat, holding back,
begging, but not being released from his hold. 

Suddenly, my cock lunges forward, burying the head down his throat, as I
boil over, sending jet after jet of hot white liquid into his belly, the
muscles of his throat milking out every last drop of my cum. 

He steadies me, as I'm about to collapse on top of him. 

"That was the best!" I tell him!.

"Told ya it would be" he says. He looks up at me and smiles. 

As if in a dream, I put on my trunks, pick up the cash, and head back up
to my apartment. I stop to look back, the pool area now empty. 


Part 2

I woke up the next morning with a raging hard on. Well, at 18 that
happened every morning. I lay there stroking it, remembering last night,
when that guy suddenly appeared at the pool area, sucked me off, giving
me my first taste of man to man sex. 

Well ~ I knew I was straight. But it did feel great. Better than any
girl had ever done. Feeling guilty, I decided to spend those two
twenties he gave me for the sex, on my girlfriend. Take her to a movie
and dinner. Something like that. Then fuck her brains out afterwards.
That would make it ok. I just got my rocks off with that guy. That's
all. No big deal. 

Looking at the clock, I realized I was already running late. I had a lot
of errands to do today. I grabbed a quick shower, tossed on a Polo shirt
and a pair of Dockers. 

I stopped to pick up some film I'd dropped off.  I wanted them for
tomorrow, when my brother would be stopping by. He's a couple years
older. Where I'm the blue~eyed blond, he's the dark~eyed brunette. A
result, I guess, of my mother having married a latino. He and I try to
get together once a week to do the "family thing". 

The clerk at the drugstore photo counter was Rod. I'd seen him here
almost everytime I dropped off my film. A young asian, lean, but not
skinny. Piercing eyes, and shiny black hair that was just a little
shaggy and unruly. I assumed he was gay from the way he always looked at
me and greeted me. 

But today I was noticing it more, as if I had evolved since last night.
Well ~ he was a nice guy, about 21. He'd mentioned once that he had a
wife and a baby boy. But he sure acted like the stereotyped gay guy. His
eyes would drink me in each time we encountered one another. 

He looked cute today, HELL, he looked cute everyday. 

GAWD ~ I can't believe I said that!   My cock got hard just talking with
him. Stupid talk. How hot the summer is, blah, blah, blah. I didn't
care. I wanted to prolong the contact, and it seemed he did too. 
Somewhere in the mix, he mentioned his wife and child being away for the
weekend. 

"Great. I live two blocks from here." I said. 

"We were just complaining about the hot weather. Stop by after work and
we'll use the pool. Maybe order a pizza, whatever."
 
I can't believe I did that ~ invite some cute guy over to my
grandmother's apartment because he gives me a hardon just talking with
him. 

But ~ he smiled, and said 7 p.m. would work for him. 


Part 3

Rod showed up about 30 minutes early. I was watching the MTV, wearing
only a pair of white tennis shorts. We sat a few minutes and talked,
getting comfortable in each other's presence. I noticed a time or two
that his eyes dipped down, and then I realized that from where he sat on
the couch and where I sat in my chair, with my leg thrown over the side,
he had a view up my leg, to my crotch, getting a nice look at my cock
and balls.  

It couldn't have been any better if I'd planned it. He seemed eager, if
unaware ~ him being married and having a kid.  

Well, hell. I've got a girlfriend too. But Rod had nice lips, and I
wanted to slide my hard cock in and out of that pretty mouth of his.  

I said something like: "Let's get dressed for the pool."

I already figured he'd not have anything with him for swimming, so
offered him a pair of my 'one size fits all' speedos, explaining
that my swim trunks would be too big for his slim waist.  

I led the way into my bedroom, explaining that my grandmother with whom
I lived had gone to bingo and would not be home for about 4 hours.  In
the bed room, I suggested he get naked, while I hunted for the speedos. 

He turned his back to me, and undressed. I had a great view in the
mirror over my dresser, and knew he'd have to turn around to get the
speedos.  I saw a smooth hairless body emerging, a great bubble butt and
slim but muscular legs, with just a little hair around the lower legs. 
He turned , showing at least an average size cock, soft fuzzy pubic
hair, and balls cupped together, not hanging loose like mine.  Shyly, he
took the speedos from me and put them on as I watched. 

I was between him and the door, so he had no chance to leave while I
undreesed to put on my trunks.  I pulled down my shorts and kicked them
off, causing my cock and balls to sway back and forth a bit, the motion
beginning to make my already excited cock to become erect ~ I was facing
him, about an arm's length away.  

His gaze went down my chest, pausing on a nipple, to my abdomen, and
then lower ~ as if he were comparing the reality of my naked flesh with
any thoughts he may have formed this afternoon in the store.  

Standing there naked I asked, "How do those speedos fit?"

"Ok, I guess." 

"Let's see ~ there's a way of checking. Turn around." 

He did, and I took a finger, and slowly slipped it past the elastic at
the top of his leg, where his cute ass cheeks met his upper thigh.. My
bare finger was now touching the skin of his ass, hot to my touch, and a
slight shiver went up his spine.  I slid it around a bit, enjoying the
feeling of my finger on his firm round butt.

"Seems OK. Now turn around." 

"What?" 

"Turn around." 

He did ~ showing an erection under the thin fabric. 

"Hmmm ~ seems a bit tight in front." 

I took my finger and touched the fabric that was strecthched tightly
across his dick, lightly running it back and forth along his meat, and
then my finger made little circles on top of the head of his cock, which
was begginning to moisten the speedos.  

"See ~ it bulges out here." 

Slipping the speedos down to his knees, I placed one hand on his
shoulder, gently urging Rod to sit on the bed, while I stood naked in
front of him, his eyes caressing my cock, as his tongue moistened his
lips  .

"Is this why you're here, Rod?" 

Without answering, he reached out to touch my dick, as a child would
reach to touch a new toy for the first time, wrapping the fingers of one
hand around my stiff dick, the head protruding forward, pointed towards
his face.  

His touch was gentle, tentative, warm, a slight squeeze causing me to
harden completely.  

I looked down at his beautiful lips, lips which were about to taste my
meat, looked down and saw his hand wrapped about my dick, his wedding
ring on his finger, as the head of my dick slowly entered his sweet
mouth.  

His murmur of satisfaction answered my question. Yes ~ this was why he
is here.  

But that view I had earlier of his cute ass had given me another idea.  

I wondered if he'd ever been fucked. 

And I wondered how it would feel to fuck him. 


Part 4

As good as it felt, his moist mouth and tongue working on my dick, as I
stood before him slowly rocking my hips back and forth, my cock teasing
the back of his throat, my wanting to cum, to fill him with my semen, I
slowly withdrew, causing Rod to look up at me with a puzzled look on his
face. 

Pushing him down onto the bed, I opened my dresser and brought out a
bottle of massage oil, kept there for the times when my girl friend and
I had been in the apartment alone. 

I began to massage it into the skin of his shoulders, and down to his
chest. A smooth hairless chest, nipples like the erasers on a pencil. I
teased his nipples, causing them to harden. Placing one between my
finger and thumb, I rubbed it, squezzed it, pulled it, and I bent
forward to tongue it into a higher state of arousal, gently nibbling,
gently biting it. And then the other nipple. 

From the way he was moaning, I knew it was having a definite effect on
Rod, and my cock became even harder, if that were possible, with
thoughts of my intentions. 
Moving down to his abdomen, just to where his downy pubic hair began,
and then down each leg, slowly returning up the thighs to his balls. 

They were darker than his body, as was his hard cock, dripping pre-cum.
Gently, I placed some oil on his balls, encased tightly in his scrotum,
somewhat like a small orange in size, very little hair. 

Gently I placed my palm on top of his balls, and began a slow grinding
motion, a little pleasure/pain. 

He reacted, liking it, grinding his ass into the mattress, moaning. 

Moving to his dick, I formed a circle at the base with a finger and
thumb, shutting of the flow of blood, and with my free hand I massaged
oil onto it, beginning at the base, moving up, then on the head. Small
circles on the head, rubbing it with my thumb. 

Releasing it from my grasp, I told him to roll onto his stomache. 

From shoulders and down to the small of his back, to his cute, round,
small, but firm butt. Rubbing oil onto it, and down the crack, where my
fingers flirted with the opening. 

Small circles around the opening, and then, well oiled, the tip of one
finger entering up to my first knuckle, and then the second, until one
finger was inside. 

Tight at first, and then relaxing. then a second finger, two fingers
inside, again tight, and then again relaxing. 

My fingers moved around, in and out, around, in and out, loosing him for
my cock. No protest from Rod. Groans, moans, gyrating his hips around on
the bed, and slowly back and forth pushing his ass up to greet my hand. 

Slowly, I moved forward and placed my oiled dick at the opening. Pushing
slightly, the head of my dick was at the opening. 

"Get up on your knees" 

He began to rise up, my weight upon him. I didn't move, allowing his
body to push me backwards, push me up, his ass pushing against my dick. 

My cock wanted to plunge forward, to enter Rod, but it was too tight to
make an easy entrance. Fully up on our knees now, my dick straining
against his opening, spreading it wider, wanting to go inside, I told
him, 

"I'm not going to fuck you." 

I paused, allowing this thought to sink into his brain, and then I told
him, 

"I want your ass to fuck my cock. Push your ass back, push it onto my
dick, get my cock inside you, and then using the muscles of your ass,
you fuck my dick. You milk it, you make love to it, you make it cum
inside you." 

He hesitated, only a moment, and then I could feel the pressure as his
ass pressed backwards to make love to my meat. 


Part 5

I pushed myself up into a kneeling position. Tommy's dick was kissing my
asshole. The pain was intense, but I'd wanted this moment for so long.
As I pushed backwards, my butthole slowly and painfully spread wider to
allow the head of Tommy's cock to enter. 

As his cock head entered, my ass slammed shut again, trying to expell
the invader, but in fact also holding it captive. 

To divert the intense pain, my mind drifted to the first time I'd seen
Tommy at the story where I work. Late teens, a few years younger than I
am. Blond, but dark eyebrows. Just a white t-shirt and an old pair of
faded blue jeans, worn across the crotch, and the ass cheeks almost
visable through the wornout seat of the jeans. 

I pushed back further, capturing more of his cock, the tube now more
than half way up my butt. The pain was still there, Tommy's dick
spreading wide the shaft of my ass. The muscles of my ass trying to
squezze it back out, making the nerves of my ass explode with intensity.
Pain slowly slipping into pain/pleasure. 

Each time I saw him in the store, Tommy was dressed differently, but
always a sexy guy and I wanted to experience those gay feelings I'd been
denying since childhood, which a wife and kid couldn't extinguish. 

NOW ~ all of Tommy's dick was in me. I could feel his pubic hairs
pressed against the cheeks of my ass. I heard him sigh with pleasure at
the same time I did. 

When he invited me over to his apartment I almost fainted at his feet.
And then ~ in his bedroom with his dick in my face. 

Well, go for the gold, I always say. Tasted great and I loved it. So did
he from his moaning. And now this. 

Beginning slowly, getting used to it, I pushed back and forth, fucking
his cock. 
Once in me all the way, I'd squezze hard with my ass muscles as it
withdrew. Then I'd ease up in the other direction. Milking it and then
picking up the speed, until my ass was raping his dick. 

Loosing control, Tommy grabbed my hips and began a heightened faster
speed. 

Where I'd been play-raping his dick, Tommy now began to ravish my ass
hole as wickedly as any rapist might. 

And ~ I loved it. 

He reached around and pinched my nipples. I felt his breath on my neck
just before he clamped down and began to chew on my throat. 

Deep inside my balls I felt a churning and knew that time was short. His
hand milking my dick, I matched his cock thrust for thrust with my ass. 

Suddenly I felt a hot liquid filling my insides as I shot my semen up
along my chest and onto my face. Withdrawing his cock from me, Tommy lay
me down, bent over and kissed my lips, my semen now on both our lips,
each of us tasting it as we tongue wrestle. 

We lay there, holding each other, kissing. 
 

Thanks ~
Tommy  Campbell