Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 08:34:27 -0400 From: spider3x3.excite Subject: THE NOVICE The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained here do not read any further. In real life, always play safe. Send any comments to spider3x3@excite.com THE NOVICE by TY SHANNON I looked over the hitch-hiker as I pulled out into the traffic. His hair was a dirty blonde, and he was trying to grow a moustache, although it wasn't coming in very good. He was wearing cutoff jeans and a tank top, and his body looked pretty solid. I had cruised by him twice before I stopped to pick him up, and I thought he might be interested in some action, but I wasn't sure. "My name's Walt," I said. He smiled and shook my hand, "I'm Mike." "Where are you headed?" "Oh, up the street a ways." "So what are you doing?" "Just hangin' around." That sounded promising, but I still wasn't sure. I looked him over more closely. He was good-looking without being pretty, and his shirt was so skimpy that I could clearly see the muscles in his arms and chest and shoulders. He was probably only about 5'6, but that didn't say anything about how big his dick might be. Shortly I had to stop for another light, so I turned to him and asked, "Are you looking for some action?" He kind of smiled, "What kind of action?" I rested my hand on his thigh briefly and said, "Fucking around." He looked away nervously. "I'm not sure what you mean." That sounded crazy to me -- he had to know what I meant! But then maybe he was just new at this -- he only looked to be about 20 or so. We were quiet for a couple minutes, and finally I suggested, "Want to come up to my place and have a beer?" "Sure." Then he looked over at me, "But you'll bring me back later?" "No problem." So I headed up to the house. When we got there, I dug a couple beers out of the fridge and we sat down and talked for a while. He relaxed and chatted freely, telling me about being raised in a foster home, and about how he played football in high school. But time was going by, so finally I came right out and asked him, "What do you think, Mike? Want to go up to bed for a while?" He looked away and didn't answer. Then he lit up a cigarette and I could see that he was pretty nervous. He was quiet, so I let him smoke for a couple minutes and then repeated the question, "I said, do you want to go up to bed for a while?" Again he wouldn't answer. He just shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the floor. But he hadn't said `No', so I figured I wasn't off base. "You knew that was what I had in mind when I picked you up, didn't you?" He nodded, and that convinced me he just needed to be coaxed a little more. So when he finished his cigarette, I stood up. "Come on, Mike, let's go up. It'll be fun." He smiled and followed me upstairs to the bedroom. I turned the light on and he flopped down on the bed, so I took his shoes and socks off. "Sit up, Mike." He did, and I pulled his shirt off over his head. Then he lay back down, and I opened his jeans and stripped them off -- and he lifted his hips to help me. It looked like this was going to turn out okay after all. He lay there in his shorts and watched as I started to undress, and then started talking again -- another sign that he was nervous about this. I figured I had better take it slow and easy with him. When I got down to just my shorts, I lay down beside him and started running my hand over his chest and stomach -- nice smooth muscles and almost no hair, exactly the way I liked it. He just closed his eyes and let me do it. His pecs were just beginning to develop, and as I caressed them and played with his nipples a little, he looked at me and said, "Do you like that? My friends keep bustin' my ass about my tits, and I don't know what to say." "They're not tits, they're pecs. And most guys have to lift weights for a long time to develop them. Your friends are probably just jealous." "That's good to know." I massaged his stomach briefly, and found it firm but not well-defined. Finally I let my fingers follow the slight trail of hair down across his abdomen, and slid my hand down into his shorts and caressed his balls -- his cock wasn't hard yet. His thighs were kind of thick, but not flabby -- probably from playing football. "You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked. He smiled, "Yeah, a few times." I smiled back, "I thought so. But it took me a long time to be sure." "Sorry. I'm kinda nervous about this." "I know, but that's okay. It'll be a learning experience." I stood up and removed his undershorts, and then took off my own. I lay down beside him again and began to play with his prick. I ran my hand through the blonde hair around his dick and played with his balls, and then started to stroke him. It took a couple minutes, but soon he was nice and stiff. His cock wasn't huge -- only 7" or so -- but it was hot and hard and circumsized, and I loved it. But he was just laying there, letting me play with his body. After a few minutes I asked, "Okay if I suck on it?" "Sure." So I swung around with my face at his crotch and licked over the head of his cock. Then I held it with my hand and slowly slid my mouth down onto it. I began to stroke on it, up and down, and at the same time ran my hand over his muscled stomach and caressed his balls. I sucked him tight and good for several minutes, but while he moaned softly a few times and his breathing became heavier, he made no move towards me. Without pulling off him, I took his hand and moved it easily over to my crotch, and then he started to play with me. I straightened my hips around so he could get at me easier. After several more minutes of sucking on him my lips were getting tired, so I pulled up and just stroked him with my hand. "This sure beats doing it by yourself," I said. He smiled, "I already knew that." Then I looked up at him. "Do you want to get fucked, Mike?" He got an embarrassed look on his face and just shrugged his shoulders. "Have you ever been fucked before?" Again he shrugged. I was not sure what to make of that. "Did you like it last time?" He shrugged once more, and I laughed. "You've got to tell me what you like and don't like." But he just shrugged. "How about sucking my dick?" He shook his head `No', and we both laughed. It looked like I was going to have to push him harder, so I got up on my knees and then leaned down and kissed him. "Does that bother you?" He shook his head so I kissed him again, long and slow. But then I looked into his eyes, "Your last chance to say no, Mike. You want to get fucked?" Once again he just smiled and shrugged -- and I assumed that meant `yes'. So I went over to the dresser and got the jar of grease, and climbed back up on the bed next to him. With one hand I played with his cock while I spread his legs with the other, and he cooperated, so I figured it must be okay. I continued playing with him while I scooped up some grease with my finger. I reached under and found his sphincter and swirled my finger around it some, and then slowly pushed it into him. His face reacted a little, so I dropped my mouth down onto his hot cock and sucked him while I worked my finger around inside his asshole. But I could tell he wasn't responding, so after a couple minutes I pulled up and asked, "Does that hurt?" He nodded, so I let my finger slip out. "Then I guess you don't really want to get fucked." He just looked away and didn't say anything. My dick was a lot bigger than my finger, and I was sure now that he could never take it. I was disappointed, but I wasn't ready to give up. I sucked his cock some more, and he reached down and played with me idly. I tried to think of some way to get him more turned on, and then had an idea. "Tell you what, Mike, let's watch a fuck film." He smiled, "Okay. Sounds like fun." So we stood up, and I picked a gay porno tape from the closet and we went downstairs to the TV. He sat on the couch while I set up the VCR. As I sat down next to him I noticed that his dick had gotten partly soft. But in a couple minutes the action started in the film, and shortly his prick was standing up firm again. I squeezed his thigh. "Looks like your dick enjoys it." "Of course." My hand caressed his thigh as we watched. In the first segment, two guys were making it beside a pool. One had a really big cock -- must have been 10" or so -- and the other guy was sucking on it and took it all down his throat. "Shit," Mike gasped, "How's he do that?" "He's had lots of practice." We watched for a minute, and then he asked, "Are those guys faggots?" "You can't be sure if they're gay or not. They might be straight and just doing it for the money. But the one doing the sucking probably is gay -- he could never deep throat like that without really getting into it. Besides, you can tell from his face that he's enjoying it." Shortly Mike reached over and started to play with my hard prick, and I just smiled to myself. When the guys in the film reached their cum shot, Mike pulled my hand onto his prick, and I squeezed it and stroked it as we watched their jizz splash all over. We continued stroking and playing with each other while we watched the tape. In the next segment three different guys were making it on a bed, and I mentioned, "The blonde guy is probably not gay, because he can't even keep it hard." "I noticed that." Then one of the guys started to fuck another one, and I could see Mike squirm on the couch. "What do you think, Mike?" "It kinda turns me on to watch it, but I don't know how he can take that big pole up his ass. That must hurt like hell." "Not really. Once you get used to it, and learn how to control the muscles, it feels great." "Well, I don't think I could take that." I didn't push him. After the three guys in the film climaxed, I clicked the TV off. I squeezed Mike's cock again and said, "Come on, let's go upstairs and finish what we were doing." "Yeah. I wanna get my rocks off!" So we went back upstairs, with our hard cocks waving in front of us, and climbed onto the bed. I kissed him slowly, and then moved down and sucked him for a few minutes. Then I swung up and straddled his chest, with my hard dick bobbing above his face. "Come on, Mike, suck it for me -- just a little." But he shook his head. So I took my cock in my hand and began wiping it around his face -- across his cheeks and eyes and nose, under his chin, and against his lips. I decided to push him a little harder. "Stick out your tongue, Mike." He hesitated a minute but then did as I asked, and I wiped my prick across it several times. "Stick it out a little farther." He did, and I continued to rub my cock against it. "See, Mike, there's nothing wrong with it,' I said. "It's not dirty, it's not slimy, it's not disgusting -- it's just skin." After a couple minutes his tongue was getting dry, so I backed away from him a little and he pulled it back inside. Then I stuck my finger at his lips and slipped it into his mouth. "See, it's no different -- it's just skin." When he didn't reply, I moved back up to him and held my dick at his lips. "There's nothing to it, Mike. Just open your mouth and I'll slide it in a little." He hesitated again, but finally he parted his lips and I pushed into him till the head was inside. His tongue licked over it a little, and I stroked the head in and out a few times. Then I pulled it out and wiped the wetness back and forth across his face. And when I put it back at his lips he opened them and I slid into him again. I pushed it a little farther this time, and fucked his mouth slowly for a few minutes. "See, Mike, there's nothing to it." Finally I pulled it out and lay down beside him, and leaned over and kissed him. "You okay?" He nodded. His dick was still nice and hard, so it clearly didn't turn him off. As I played with his cock and balls, I asked him, "Was that so bad?" He smiled, "Not really. It's just that I've never done it before." "I know. But it really feels great when I do it to you, doesn't it?" "Oh, yeah! It sure does. It's a lot better than when my girl friend does it." "Well, then, why don't you lean down here and do it a little more for me?" Again he hesitated, but then a half-smile flickered across his face and he replied, "I suppose I can." So he held my prick up with his hand and moved his head over it, and slowly slid his mouth down onto me. I let my hand run through his hair and groaned, "Yeah, Mike, do that." He didn't take very much of it, but he sucked it in and out. "Tighten your lips some." He did, and that was even better. But after a few minutes he raised up. I decided I'd better not push him any harder this time, so I sat up and kissed him. "Thanks, Mike, that was great." I smiled down at him, "You want to try getting fucked again?" He laughed, "No, I'm not ready for that." So I moved down to his crotch and started to suck his cock some more. I pushed onto it and took it all, with my nose buried in his hair, and he moaned as I stroked on it. Shortly I pulled up and swung my legs up to his face. He gazed at my throbbing cock until I finally put my hand on his head and pulled it towards me. Then he took the hint and sucked my dick in, so I went back down on him and we 69-ed. And soon his hips were thrusting into my mouth. I could hear him breathing heavily, and knew he was getting into it. We did that for several minutes, and I could feel that he was taking more of my dick now. But when I felt his cock get more rigid, I pulled off -- I didn't want him coming in my mouth. He did the same. It looked like all I was going to get out of this was a joint jerk-off, so I got up on my knees and spread his legs. I straddled one thigh and then worked my knee up under his ass, so his crotch was thrust up in the air a bit and our cocks were pretty close together. I grasped his hot prick and squeezed and tugged at it, and said, "How about if we pull each other off?" "Okay." He didn't sound very enthusiastic, but he wrapped his hand around my cock and started to stroke it, while I worked on him. I played with his balls and caressed his stomach and thighs while I stroked him. But he was only half-heartedly pulling on mine, so I told him, "You've got to do it better than that to get me off, Mike." He looked down to watch and started stroking it better. "Yeah, Mike, like that -- all the way down and all the way up." Our hands worked together for a while. Then I asked him, "Do you ever use grease when you jerk off?" He smiled up at me, "I never jerk off." I just laughed. "Don't give me that shit, Mike, everyone does. You probably do it every day." He had to laugh, too, "Well, not every day." But I picked up the jar of grease and put a big glob of it on the head of his dick. I closed my fist over it and swirled it around to liberally coat up his shaft. Then I stroked it a few times. "How's that feel?" He closed his eyes and lifted his hips to me, "HHHMMMMmmm. That's great." "I know. Now put some on me." I held the jar out to him and he slicked me up real good. Then we began stroking each other again. I squeezed with my fist, so that it slid tightly up and down his shaft. "That feel good?" He looked up at me and nodded his head. "The object is to both get off at the same time," I said. I could hear his breathing get heavier, and I could feel his hips thrusting up to meet my strokes. "Squeeze it tighter, Mike, and do it faster." He did as I told him, and I could feel my blood getting hotter. He closed his eyes, and his head flopped back and forth on the bed -- but he kept working on me whie I stroked him. The muscles in his abdomen were quivering and his free leg stretched tightly towards the foot of the bed, so I knew he was getting close. But the sensations were getting to me, too -- his hand working tightly on my throbbing dick, his hot cock in my hand, and seeing his taut muscles in his arms and legs and chest. "Come on, Mike! ... Do it!! ... Don't stop!!" I lifted my crotch up away from his thigh so my cock pointed out over his stomach. I squeezed his balls gently and stroked him faster. "NOW, MIKE!! I'M GONNA CUM!!" My abdomen strained and my ass tightened, and I felt my balls pull up into my groin. He pushed his head back onto the bed and groaned, but he kept stroking me. I cried out, "AAAAAIIIIGGHHHHHH!!!!" And I spurted out across his chest -- again -- again -- and again!!! I stroked him faster and he groaned louder -- and then he came!! And he came!! And he came!! And his jizz splashed on his stomach and mixed with mine! We stroked each other a few more times and then stopped, and we just stayed there, gasping for breath and resting. Finally I leaned down and kissed him, and said, "Great shit, Mike!" He got a big grin on his face. "Yeahhhh!" I went into the bathroom for a towel, and then came back and wiped up the mess on his chest and stomach. Then I lay down next to him and we talked while he had a cigarette. "You know, Mike, you've got to learn to say what you like and what you don't like." He thought a minute. "I know, but it's hard to talk about. I'm not used to this." "I'm aware of that -- now. But did you enjoy it?" "At first I was kind of scared; but after I watched that film I got turned on, and it turned out pretty good." "Good. Glad to hear that. But another thing -- were you looking to get some money for this?" He kind of smiled, "I'm not working just now and I could use it." I wasn't surprised. From his lack of experience I knew that something must have motivated him. "Well," I said, "You should have made that clear in the beginning. I could stiff you now and there's not much you can do about it." "I know." "But I'm a nice guy, and I don't do that shit." "That's good to know." "But let me give you some advice. If you're going to hustle your ass for money, there's a couple things you should learn. When you get into a car with a guy, before you say anything about sex, you should ask him straight-out if he's a cop. And don't let him weasel around about it, or distract you about something else. If he won't give you a clear `no', then make like you're really hitch-hiking and tell him to let you off at the next corner. Otherwise you're likely to find your name in the paper, as being arrested for prostitution." "I didn't think about that." "Also, if it turns out he's interested in fucking around, you should get it straight up-front about the money -- how much he's going to give you. And when you get wherever you're going to do it, get the money from him before you take your clothes off. That way there's less chance that he'll stiff you." "I understand." "But one other thing, Mike. If you're going to fuck around for money, you need to learn to either give head or to get fucked. No one wants to pay you just to jerk off." "I suppose I'll have to. Now that you showed me, I guess I can suck a dick. But I don't think I could ever take it in my ass, the way those guys did in the film." "Sure you can. Lots of guys do it -- and eventually they learn to love it. It just takes practice." After he finished his cigarette we got dressed. When we were ready to leave, I stopped him at the door and kissed him. "I'm glad you came up, Mike. I enjoyed it." "So did I." "Would you be interested in doing it again sometime?" "Sure." So he gave me his phone number and I wrote it down. "Tell me," I asked, "Would you have had the balls to ask me for some money before we got back to town?" He smiled, "I don't know." We both laughed, and I drove him back to town.