Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 17:48:11 -0800 (PST) From: Bryan Johnson Subject: Comics Are Fun! Part 4 "This is it, Babe! Here... you get... my cum. I'm gonna shoot... my load... inside you. You'll always ....be mine. Your... ass... is... mine. Mine. MINE!! And he shot inside me. I felt his dick swell up and I actually felt the liquid spew out of it into my ass. Then I was cumming so hard I was seeing stars and babbling. I'd never felt so good in my life. I'd never felt so male, such a MAN before. Charlie collapsed on top of me and we came down from our high, kissing and touching and saying all sorts of sweet silly things telling each other how wonderful it was and how good the other one was and how happy we were. I looked at the clock. My Mom was due home in about an hour. But we had an hour and Charlie's arms felt so good around me and his dick, still buried inside me felt so good and I thought Charlie had fallen asleep and I was soo comfortable.... When I woke up at 10 o'clock next morning we were laying on our sides, me wrapped around Charlie, but still in almost the same position. Charlie's dick was half hard now and still inside me. My bedroom door was wide open and it occurred to me that I might have some explaining to do to my Mom. Part 4 "Charlie, wake up. Wake up Charlie!" With the bedroom door open, I was trying to keep my voice down. "Mmmmm...., Babe, you feel good," Only half awake, his dick still buried in my ass, and he was starting to fuck me again! "No, Charlie! No, we fell asleep, its' morning. My Mom's home and the door's open! That woke him up quick. He pulled his half hard dick out of my butt, his pubes sticking to the drying cum on my ass. "What are we gonna do, Jerry?!" "I don't know dude. Maybe I can sneak you out. I'll talk to her and see what how things will go." We dressed quickly. I pulled on my boxers, and a load of Charlie's cum drenched the seat in seconds. "Shit!" I grabbed another pair and this time stuck a wad of tissue in my VERY open hole. I was worrying if it would ever close when we snuck downstairs as quiet as we could, but there was Mom, talking on the phone by the door. She looked up at me, and then seemed startled to see Charlie standing behind me. She put her hand over the receiver, "Just a second," she mouthed, and quickly finished her conversation while Charlie and I stood there, expecting the wrath of god to strike any minute. "I didn't realize you had company Jerry," she said. "Mom, this is Charlie. I was showing him my comic book collection." "I came over last night," Charlie quickly volunteered. "My motorcycle wouldn't start, and I couldn't fix it in the dark. Jerry let me stay over." Damn! He was quick! "Do you need a ride home, Charlie" Mom asked? "No thanks Mam, I know what's wrong. I can fix it." "Well, I have to be going Honey, I have a wedding to cater. I'll be back late," and she was out the door. Charlie and I stood looking at each other, blank faced. Then started laughing hysterically, falling into each others' arms. "Dude! She didn't come upstairs!" Charlie was almost incoherent. "She didn't see her little Honey covered in cum with a dick up his ass!" We walked out, still laughing. "Jerry Babe, next time we gotta remember to lock the door!" "So when is next time," I asked. "Goin out with the `rents tonight. Wanna fuck Sunday afternoon?" "You got it. Bring that ass of yours over. I have plans for it!" "By the way Stud, my cum's still leakin out your ass," he laughed as he started his bike and roared away. I put my hand down the front of my pants and felt the wetness between my legs. Bringing my fingers up to my nose, I inhaled deeply. "Yep, Charlie's cum," I thought. "Wonder if cum from different guys smells different." Then I started thinking about how I could find out. After all, I wouldn't be seeing Charlie again until Sunday. ***** When dinnertime rolled around, I took the money Mom always left, hopped on my bike and headed down to the sandwich shop. I got my sub and was walking back to my bike, when someone coming out from the pizza parlor called. "Hey Jer! Wait up." It was Warren. The guy I knew from the wrestling team at school. The guy who brought pizza to the house last night. The guy who saw Charlie and I mostly naked and all boned up. I hadn't really thought about it since then. What the hell was I going to say. Or did he even remember? My luck had been running strong. Maybe... "Hey Warren. I didn't expect to see you last night. When did you start delivering pizza?" "I bet you didn't expect to see me, or anyone you knew judging by the way you came to the door. I just got the job this week. Who was that Dude with you last night?" "Oh. Charlie? Just a guy I know. We were looking at my comic book collection and he spilled beer in his lap. He had to wash his clothes so he wouldn't go home smelling of beer, that's why he wasn't dressed." He laughed a nice warm laugh. "Nice try little Dude. That's him. But it's your house. Why were you running around in a towel? And I'm too much of a gentleman to mention the boners." He laughed again. "Don't sweat it Dude. We all do what we gotta do, he paused, "You really like comics, Jer? What kind." Okay, so maybe I wasn't going to be pounded. "Marvel super hero, mostly. You into comics?" "Yeah, mostly DC comics for me. Well I got a delivery. See you at practice Monday," and walked away. I watched him walking away. Warren was a big guy, about 6'2". He wrestled at 187# and was really good. I never really looked at him before. Big shoulders, slim waist, his biceps stretched the fabric of his polyester pizza shirt. And he had a fantastic butt that stood out nicely. The muscles in his butt cheeks made his wallet stand out in his tight jeans. I noticed he hadn't cut his hair yet- wrestling season was still a month off – and his short auburn curls were just beginning to cover his ears. I'd never noticed what color his eyes were...green? blue? God, he had a beautiful ass, and that bulge, the way the jeans faded around the shape of his cock... Cock bulge! I looked up and saw he'd turned around and caught me perving him. He was looking at me, smiling. I felt my face flame with embarrassment. "You know, I'd like to see your comic book collection sometime." He grinned broadly at me, "You show me yours and I'll show you mine. Why don't you order a pizza tonight and we'll talk about it?" He looked at my face, and I saw his eyes travel down my body and stop at my crotch. I was wearing thin gym shorts, and I didn't have to look down to know I was sporting a tent. Then he licked his lips! Christ! I was so embarrassed and so hot. I just stood there for a second. Then it occurred to me, Hell, I wasn't a kid to be embarrassed when some stud looked at me. I'd just spent the night fucking and sucking. I made a guy cum! I made him cum repeatedly! I was a stud! In training maybe, but still a stud. And then I thought, "What would Charlie do?" I put my hands in my pockets and pulled them back, tightening the fabric across my boner so it stood out real good and I smiled at Warren. His eyes widened, just a bit and he laughed. "You better call me, little Dude," and drove away. By 8 o'clock I'd been hard for three hours debating whether I should call for a pizza or not. Damn, but I wanted to call, but hell, Warren was a senior. He probably had a lot more sexual experience than I did. But then, that was good, right? He could teach me things Charlie didn't know. Then I could teach Charlie! Well, worst thing that could happen, I'd have pizza two nights in a row. When I answered the doorbell, Warren was standing there, pizza in hand. "You alone again tonight?" he said, looking past me into the house. "Yeah Warren, Dad works nights and Mom's a caterer." "I was hoping." He surprised me by just walking in. "Where this go, Dude? Kitchen?" He put the pizza down on the table and opened up his thermal bag and pulled out a couple of beers. He popped them both and handed me one, opened the pizza box and handed me a slice I was getting really confused. He grabbed a slice for himself, took a bite and mumbled, "How long till someone comes home?" "Not till about 1 A.M., but don't you have to get back to work?" "Nah, this is my last delivery. I paid for it before I left so they don't expect me back. Let's see your comic collection." Things were moving a bit faster than I was ready for, but I led Warren up to my room and pulled out the box of my first issues. I grabbed the ones I was proudest of, and since there was nowhere else in my room, I spread them out on the bed. Warren was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder as I slid the one of the comics forward. "This is Hulk #1. See, he's grey here. He stayed grey until issue..." Warrens' arm reached around under mine and wrapped around my chest, pulling my back up against his front. His hand reached down, drifting across my stomach and sliding down under the waistband of my shorts cupping my junk and giving it a firm caress. "Dude, I do want to see your comics sometime, but right now I want something else." His hand wrapped around my dick. I'd been half hard when he walked in, but when I felt his hand start for my dick, it boned up fast! "And judging by the wood you're sprouting, you want the same thing." Things were really moving fast, but it was cool. I wanted to sex with this guy from the second I saw him at the door. I just didn't know how to get things started myself. If Warren wanted to take charge, well I sure wasn't going to object. Besides, it felt great to know he wanted sex with me. Maybe learn how to take charge like he was doing so I could use it to go after guys I wanted later. I started to pick up the comics off the bed just as Warren slid my shorts down around my ankles. He pushed me forward stomach down on the bed and pulled my shorts off over my shoes. I squeaked like a 10 year old. I tried to scramble away from him but he grabbed an ankle in each hand and twisted me onto my back lifting my ankles up over his head and spread them. Warren was really strong! He stared down at my butt cheeks. "You've got such a beautiful ass; I could just eat it up. You know, I think I will!" he lapsed into some crazy fake accent. "Big man hungry. Big man gonna eat little Dudes' ass!" He dived his head down between my cheeks and started play biting my ass making sounds like a dog chewing on a bone. "Yummm, yummm, grrr. " His tongue was lapping my hole and he was slobbering so much spit it was running in a river down my crack and dripping off the top of my butt. I was laughing hysterically and screaming at him to stop. "No, Warren, no! Don't do that! It tickles, stop! Stop! Stop!" His face appeared between my legs, "I can't I'm too hungry! I got to get my lunch!" and he started chewing on my ass again. "Taste good! ayaah, grrr, grrr." I was afraid I was going to wet myself I was laughing so hard. Then his mouth moved up and he swallowed my balls. My laughter switched to groans as I felt his tongue travel around them, caressing them, lapping them separating them, then using his lips to force them back together. Warren had my legs straight up in the air as he nibbled at my balls. I glanced and saw myself in the mirror, resting on my shoulders, shirt half covering my face, still wearing my shoes and socks being held upside down by a fully dressed, muscular looking stud who appeared to be eating my ass again. Warren finally lowered my legs and collapsed into a sitting position on the floor. He still had a huge grin on his face which was dripping with spit. "Little Dude got tasty ass. Big man gonna fuck it!" "Not until little Dude puts his comics away!" I threw the comics into their box and carried it to the closet. I was just straightening up when Warren's arms came around me from behind. He pulled me to his chest and started nibbling on my neck, kissing it, biting it, licking it. His mouth came around the side and the bites and sucking got more intense. If my neck could have gotten an erection, it sure would have! The sharp pain of his nips on my sensitive neck alternated with the warm moisture of his tongue lapping and his lips soothing away the pain. I knew I was going to have marks tomorrow, but I didn't really care. His hands slid down my body to my naked lower half, he grasped my dick in his big hands. His fingers traced the shaft to the tip and explored to find the crown of my dick still covered under its thick coating of skin, just the slit peeking out, dripping honey. "Nice piece, little Dude. You really are packing!" He began to work the skin back and forth over my dick head as his other hand traveled up under my shirt. He found my nipples and began to tease them. I never knew guys nipples could feel that way! They got hard and pointy and that only gave Warren more to play with. His hand left my dripping dick. As I laid my head back on his chest, his hands started sliding my shirt up. I raised my arms and he skinned it over my head slowly, then wrapped his big arms around me again, one hand going lower to caress my dick. I looked into the mirror and saw him, fully clothed behind me. The image almost flared. A tall muscular looking fully clothed man holding a naked hard youth to his chest. The youth, me, totally relaxed into the man, Warren, as his erect dick was slowly stroked. Warren released me and took my hand, leading me back to the bed. He sat me down and kneeled in front of me. Bending forward, he undid my shoelaces, picked up one foot and removed the shoe, and then the sock then raised my foot to his lips and kissed the instep. Then he bit it lightly, and repeated the performance on my other foot. Who knew feet could be an erogenous zone? He stood up and moved a couple of steps from the bed and pulled his pizza guy shirt up over his head. I'd forgotten how muscular he was! His chest was broad with hard, defined pecs, just the lightest dusting of hair between them. He had an 8 pack, with those impossible vee muscles arrowing down into his pants. Just below his navel, a dark red treasure trail drew my eyes down to the bulge in his jeans; He toed off his shoes as he undid his brass belt buckle and slowly began to undo the buttons on his jeans. He wasn't doing a strip or anything; he wasn't being theatrical or funny. It just looked like he knew I was enjoying looking at him and he was giving me enough time to appreciate everything as it was revealed. Warren bent forward as he pushed his jeans down to his knees, where they fell to the floor from their weight and the weight of the big belt. He straightened up and looked at me with a slight smile on his face. I really wanted to ask what he was thinking, but I didn't want to break the moment. He was wearing dark green boxer-briefs and the pressure of his hard dick tenting out the front was enough that it pulled the elastic waistband away from his stomach. His cock looked like it was really big. I looked into the mirror behind him and saw the way the fabric molded his butt, showing the two beautiful globes. I also saw myself sitting on the bed, naked. My hard dick was pointing straight up from between my legs. I could even see the precum oozing from the slit and lazily running down my shaft. Warren hooked his thumbs into the sides of his underwear and began to slide them down. The elastic caught on the head of his arching cock and pulled it downward until the pressure was too great and the head was released. The large organ bounced upward. It didn't slap his belly; it was too big to do that, too heavy. At least 9 inches pointed at me, and pretty thick. I doubted I could get my hand all the way around it. At first, there was a curve to his meat, as if it were too heavy to remain straight and the weight made it bend downwards. That's when I realized Warren wasn't totally hard yet. He was cut, and I watched as the crown of his cock swelled, growing larger with a big flange around it. It began to go beyond straight. It curved upwards and the angle grew steeper. The massive dick wasn't getting longer, but it was getting harder! Finally, it stood pointing at Warrens' chin, the head almost touching his hard abs, his balls were hanging low in their sack. He stood there for a bit, letting me look. I was torn between looking at him and at his reflection in the mirror where I could see that impossible hard butt. I knew he wanted to fuck me, but I was looking at that butt. Would he maybe let me....? Nah, why would a man like him want a kid like me to fuck him? He stepped forward and drew me to my feet. I reached for him, but he took my wrists and lowered my hands to my sides. He stepped closer to me and kissed me, only our lips touching. It as a strong kiss, Warren aggressively exploring my mouth, but each time I tried to hold him, he put my hands back to my sides. Only our mouths and tongues touched. Warren broke the kiss and reached for my dick. He stepped closer and levered his dick down to touch mine head to head. Then he skinned the flesh back off my dickhead and pulled it forward, gently stretching it over his broad crown. We stood there, only the heads of our dicks touching with Warren sliding the skin to first cover, then uncover the glans of both our cocks, masturbating us both with my foreskin. I didn't really notice how wet I was, but when my foreskin closed around the head of Warrens dick, I felt the slime. It was the best lube I had ever felt. I could feel the slit of his dick rubbing over mine like a little nub. I was wondering what it would feel like to shoot my cum up Warrens dick. Could we mix our cum inside? "Its' called docking little Dude, awesome when you shoot like this." He continued the slow, sensual motion, sliding my foreskin back and forth. Nothing touching but our dickheads. My knees were trembling and I realized I was close to cumming. "Warren! I'm gonna..." He stopped just in time. He laid his hands on my shoulders and encouraged me to kneel in front of him. He stepped forward and the slimy tip of his dick touched my lips. I started to reach for his legs and he stepped back. "No Jerry, only your mouth. No hands. Close your eyes suck my dick and really feel it in your mouth." So I closed my eyes and opened my lips just a little. I positioned the head of his dick at that opening and slowly slid my lips over the head. I could feel the texture, the tiny fissures on the top with my lips. I thought it was like the size and shape of a big strawberry, slowly opening my mouth. The flange slowly widened my lips and I stopped for a minute. I used my tongue to explore his piss slit. I could feel the little nubin at the bottom. My hands rested on my thighs and the only sensation I had was Warrens' dick in my mouth. I could feel his heartbeat. I tightened my lips just a bit and drew a groan from Warren and a slight rush of his honey into my mouth. I continued the slow progress of his dick into my mouth, really getting into the feel of the different textures. I could feel the veins beneath the surface of his skin. I knew when I got to the circumcision scar. Halfway down the shaft, the crown of his cock nestled into the opening of my throat. I'd deep throated Charlie last night, I was sure I could manage this. Warren was longer than Charlie, but only a bit thicker. I went too fast and started to gag slightly. "Go slow, little Dude, "he said softly. " Remember how much you want to do this. How much I want you to do this. Relax." There was real affection in his voice. Okay, the first time he called me `little Dude" it pissed me off. I felt like he was disrespecting me, calling me a kid or something. When he was doing that silly `little Dude' and `Big Man' thing, it was just funny. But this? It felt different. Like I was HIS little Dude. I was someone who was special to him. My dick actually throbbed. Yeah, I could get off on being his little Dude. His crown opened my throat. It was a tight fit. I was pushing his dick down my throat and he had to put a foot backward to brace himself. I continued impaling myself on his dick, until I found my nose buried in his pubes, inhaling his masculine scent. Charlie had showered before he came over last night. Warren had been working all day. I smelled his sweat and food from the pizza joint and a little hint of urine. This was a totally different from smell than from Charlie. It was very boy versus man. I was kneeling down in front of him, touching nothing but his cock. I was impaled on his dick. Then he slowly started fucking my throat. His cockhead would pull out to the opening of my throat then forcefully return, this a pause between to let me breath. "Yes, Jer, that's it little Dude. Suck my cock real good. Make me happy so I want to treat your ass fine when I fuck it. I'm going to do that in a little bit, little Dude. I'm going to put this big dick into your little ass. You want that?" He was at the bottom of his stroke, buried deep in my throat. I couldn't answer, so I swallowed. "Oh my god! That was incredible. Oh Jer, little Dude you are so awesome." I swallowed every time his crown crossed the opening of my throat, and kept swallowing. It was driving Warren nuts. The one point contact idea flew out the window. His hands came around and grabbed the sides of my face steadying me as he fucked my throat. I grabbed his butt and felt the muscles flex as he drove his dick into me. His thrusts had pushed me back to the bed. Warren held my head and the bed prevented my head from moving. "Oh little Dude, that fucks' going to have to wait. I gotta cum in your mouth. Now!" Warren stepped away and grabbed something out of his pants. He quickly returned, grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me off the floor. His arm swept behind my knees and he had me in his arms me like a baby. He kissed me, lips mashing against my mouth, his tongue thrusting into me. My weight didn't seem to affect him. He carried me the two steps to the bed then knee walked me to the center, laying me down on my back. Switching around, he straddled my head. I looked up at his body. His balls hanging over my face, his dick foreshortened and looking even larger than it truly was. He pulled up my knees then opened the small jar he had retrieved from his pants. Sticking two fingers in, he took a glob of something and rubbed a slippery mess into my hole. His fingers rubbed it around my opening. It felt greasy, but good. Then his finger entered me. It felt strange. It wasn't the smooth surface of a dick. The fingers had ridges and calluses and they sent different sensations up my butt. They were searching; they didn't just enter me and go back and forth like a cock. These fingers wanted something. Then they hit a bump deep inside my ass and a flood of precum flowed out of my dick. With one hand in my butt, Warren grabbed his dick in the other and aimed it at my mouth. I was totally out of it, totally involved with the spectacular feeling his fingers were giving my ass. I didn't react to his dick. He gave a little impatient grunt, and then he opened my mouth with his fingers and guided his dick into me. That brought me back to the task at hand. His massive dick invading my throat full of flavors of precum and spit flooding my mouth and the smells of a long day of work pouring into my nose. I reached between my legs and gathered some of the grease and spit and precum that surround my hole and worked it into my fingers. Warren lowered his head and engulfed my cock like a sword swallower, deep throating me and burying his nose in my pubes. Between the fingers in my ass and the throat muscles clamping around my dick. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. "Suck my dick, Warren! Work my ass! Cum in my mouth, Warren I want to drink your cum! That's what I was shouting, but having nine thick inches of dick down my throat, all that was coming out were a series of strangles groans and gurgles, but Warren seemed to get the message and frantically increased the pace on my dick. Then I slid my fingers up inside his butt. Even with the slime, it was tight. I looked for that spot in him he was stimulating in me. When I found it, he was the one screaming around a cock. Luckily, seeing we were both gagged by mouths stuffed full of dick, the neighbors didn't call the cops. I saw Warrens balls pull up and felt his dick expanding in my throat. The first spasm almost hurt as his dick grew a lot thicker. I knew he was emptying his balls down my throat. After the second spurt, he pulled his dick back and filled my mouth with his cream, then he pulled entirely out of my mouth and spewed the last few ropes of cum onto my face. His mouth finally drove me to the edge. My body stiffened and I could feel my dick swelling in his throat, when he half pulled of me dick. Using his free hand, he pulled the skin at the base of my dick back, which peeled my foreskin off the sensitive head of my dick and started sucking and using his tongue only on the head. I exploded my cream into his mouth. He actually choked a bit on the force of my cum hitting the back of his throat. I could feel his tongue gathering my juice, then he pulled off my dick entirely and just as the last few spurts from his dick splattered on my face, my cum painted his. He turned around so we were face to face, him on his hands and knees above me, looking down at me, my cream dripping off his face and lowered his face to kiss me. His mouth was full of my cum and my mouth was full of his. We mixed our juices and swallowed our combined deposits, then started licking each others' face clean. After a few minutes, Warren collapsed onto his back next to me. He was fondling my dick and I had my hand wrapped around his. The whole room smelled of sex and cum and spit and sweat. We didn't say anything for long minutes, just getting our breath back. My dick was beginning to stiffen again. So was his. "Hey Warren?" "Yeah, little Dude?" "Wanna fuck?"