Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 16:25:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Bryan Johnson <redbj@att.net>
Subject: Comics are Fun! Part 5

All the standard disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this
because of your age or where you live, please leave. This is a fantasy of
mine. The real people have different names and didn't behave like this in
the first place.

Any comments would be appreciated. I like to hear how people receive my
stories.

Comics Are Fun, Part 5

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 he 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?"

Chapter 5

Warren laughed deep in his chest.

"Sorry, little Dude. I'm, not 15 anymore. You're gonna have to wait a bit
for me to rise to the occasion!"

"You're getting hard already, Warren," I whined, "Please?"

"No way. When this dick goes in your butt," He turned on his side grabbed
his heavy cock by the base and wagged it at me. You're going to feel it at
it best. You'll never be satisfied with anyone else's dick again!" Then he
laughed at his boasting.

Warren's dick really was thick and long. I could see it flexing when he
waved it at me. It hadn't flexed earlier. Maybe he wasn't totally hard
yet. I sure was. My dick was like a pool cue pointing out from my crotch. I
was already leaking again!

Warren stood up over me and reached down, grasping my hand and pulling me
to my feet. At 6'4", he towered over me. Clasping me to his chest, he
kissed the top of my head.

"Let's go downstairs and get some pizza. I'll be ready in a few minutes,
and then you'll see what it's like to be fucked by someone who knows how to
do it!"

He put his arm around my shoulder and started towards the stair. It felt
really nice. I liked him being in charge. I was thinking maybe Charlie
would like it if I sort of treated him this way. Sort of took over and
assumed he would do whatever I said. Or maybe not. Charlie was a lot more I
don't know, pushy than I was? Aggressive? All I was sure of was that I
really liked it when Warren took over.

"Charlie knows how to fuck," I said, loyally.

Warren laughed. "And how many times has he done it?"

"Last night was his first," I replied, sheepishly.

"And your first time to, right?"

I nodded.

"So, who fucked who? Do I get a virgin tonight or sloppy seconds."

"Seconds, but they're not sloppy! I took a shower," I was offended.

"Just a saying, little Dude," he said, pulling me to his chest. "I didn't
mean to hurt you. You just come on so strong, I forget you're a lot younger
than me."

I was thinking that 18 wasn't all that much older than 15, but the feeling
of Warrens' rapidly hardening dick on the lower part of my chest distracted
me. I could feel his heartbeat and smell the cum and saliva that were
drying on his shaft. I burrowed my face into his chest. Wrestling and
weight lifting had layered muscles over his ribs. I couldn't feel
bone. Except for the one rising from his crotch, that is!

I began to realize that was where I was heading myself. I'd never be as
tall as Warren, but my chest was developing those layered pectoral muscles
and I already had a good six pack going.  I didn't have those vee muscles
pointing to my crotch like Warren, but for a 15 year old, I was the whole
package and I knew it!

We stood in the kitchen, munching pizza and drinking another beer. We were
talking about nothing in particular, when Warren said,

"Jerry, you're leaking like a faucet. Come here."

I walked over and he grabbed my dick and wiped it on his slice of
pizza. Then he ate the part where my cum lay.

"Dude! You got pizza on my dick!

He kneeled in front of me and looked up at my face.

"Want me to lick it off?"

"Oh, yah! Lick my dick, Warren."

"Any time, little Dude, any time."

I stood there with my hands on his shoulders as he licked my shaft like it
was a lollypop, bottom to top. I looked around the room, thinking. 24 hours
ago, I was a virgin. Since there, I'd been sucked in the living room,
fucked and been fucked in my bedroom and now was getting a blow job in the
kitchen. Pretty good for 24 hours. I wondered how long it would be before I
had sex in the rest of the rooms in the house.

After a minute or two of treating my dick like an all day sucker, Warren
stood up, grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up, setting my butt on the
kitchen island. I think I squeaked a little at the cold surface, and then
leaned back, supporting myself on my arms. I looked down at my 7 inches,
pointing straight up, then into Warren's eyes. He really looked eager. The
he licked his lips, real slow like.

"Oh, that does look tasty," he growled.

He took my dickhead into his mouth and suckled on it. The suction pulled my
foreskin over the tip and I felt the pressure of the suction and the fluid
of his spit. Warren caressed my dick at the bottom, then slowly retracted
the foreskin. As more of my crown escaped the hood, more of the sensitive
head was slowly exposed to his lips, more flesh felt his probing tongue and
the warmth of his mouth. Finally, he had the entire head exposed, all of
the foreskin retracted. His lips and tongue formed a tube and his head
started sliding up and down on the head and first inch or two of my shaft.
My hips started to rise off the counter, and he pushed them back down.

"Move and I stop," he looked into my eyes and I saw he was serious.

Then he went down again and started teasing the top of my dick with his
lips and tongue. Just the first couple of inches in the hot tunnel he made
for me. He held my hips in place so I couldn't move them and slowly drove
me crazy.

"Warren," I whined, "Oh, Warren, please! Please suck more! Put it all in
your mouth! Please suck me, suck my dick!"

I was babbling and I knew it, but it felt so good. And the funny thing was,
I was enjoying begging him. I knew he was loving sucking me and even more,
my begging was letting him know how much I loved it. I could tell by his
actions I was getting him even hotter, his lips and tongue doing new and
amazing things to my dickhead. I was learning there was more to sex than
just things going in and out of various holes.

I watched his head moving in my lap, the auburn curls flopping around, just
covering the tops of his ears. One of his hands moved away from my hips and
found the pizza box. I saw him grab a slice and rub his finger through the
topping? He had cheese and oil and pepperoni all over his fingers. Then he
sort of shook it, and moved his hand between my legs.

I felt his finger invade my hole. I felt the slipperiness of the oil and
the roughness of the solid parts of the topping. Was that cheese?
Pepperoni? Spices? And that's when I felt the tingling begin.  His second
finger entered me. They use red pepper on pizza, don't they, and salt and
black pepper. My ass was getting really warm. Then Warren's fingers found
my prostate and started a firm stroke on it. I could feel the tingling and
heat of the spices and salt around my hole and up inside my butt. My legs
started moving spastically as he massaged the prostate. Finally, his head
descended all the way on my dick and my crown lodged deep in his throat. He
held it there for a few seconds, and then began swallowing, clutching my
dick in the depths of his throat.

Between the intense feelings of his throat milking my dick and the heat of
his fingers forcing the spices up my butt, I was moaning and crying like a
baby.  His hands left my hips and grabbed me behind my knees, forcing them
back to my chest, opening my ass. He let my dick pull out of his mouth,
slapping me on my stomach with a loud smacking sound. Then his tongue went
for my ass.

At first, he used the flat on his tongue, washing and lathing my hole with
his spit, then gathering up all the spit and the oil and spices from the
pizza. I could feel it sliding across my hole. The spices made it tingle
and I could feel where the difference between the tender opening and my ass
cheeks.

Then he used the tip of his tongue to trace the pucker. He circled it one
way, then the other. He investigated the center, then went back to his
tracing. Then started lapping at it again. Finally, when I was about to cry
for the pleasure, the tip of his tongue formed a point and began to force
its' way into my butt hole.

He had to hold my knees tight to my chest or I would have flopped off the
island. I was thrashing around almost screaming out nonsense. Warrens' lips
sealed around my butt hole and his tongue continued its' invasion. The
first set of muscles finally relaxed and his tongue proceeded deeper into
me. Deeper into places that had only had a visitor once before; Charlie's
dick last night.

Finally, my last line of resistance gave way and Warrens' tongue pushed
its' way into my butt hole. It was only about two or three inches into me,
but it seemed to have claimed my ass even more fully than Charlie's dick
had last night. My entire body relaxed. All the tension left my muscles and
I let Warren's tongue deep inside me.

After a few minutes, Warren stopped and lowered my legs to hang off the
islands' edge. He stood up and looked down at me, lying limp on the
counter, then, put his arms around my chest and pulled me into a sitting
position. He kissed me deeply, and I could smell the pizza and the spit and
a smell of sweat and musk. After a long minute, as I finally began to
respond to his kiss, he stopped.

"It's time, little Dude."

"You're going to fuck me, Warren?" His eyes were green.

"No, Jerry. But we're going to make love. I'm going to show you what it's
supposed to be like.

He slid me off the counter and we walked back towards the stairs. He was so
tall; his hand was resting on the middle of my back. When I stepped up on
the first step, it slid down to my butt and he grasped my cheek. When he
got on the same step, it slid back up. He looked down at me and
smiled. Damn! His eyes were so green!

Both our dicks were as hard as they could get and they pointed the way as
we went to my bedroom. Warren's heavy and swaying, the naked head reaching
up to his belly button, glinting with honey. Mine was so hard it stayed
glued to my stomach. I felt s trail of precum oozing down the shaft.

When we got into the bedroom, Warren grabbed the top of the comforter and
began to fold it down.

"Help me, Jerry. You need to prepare for making love, not just do it."

When the bed was prepared, he turned my desk lamp to the wall and the room
was filled with diffuse, gentle light. Warren put a small bottle on the
headboard, and then looked around the room.

"Just a second, Jerry. I'll be right back."

He darted out of the room and was back in just a few seconds with a towel
and what looked like a damp wash cloth.

"You always need to be prepared," he smiled at me. "Now let's go to bed."

I crawled into the middle of my big, queen bed and lay on my back. Jerry
was standing there, looking down at me. He joined me, wrapping his muscled
arms around me and pulling me into an embrace. His lips found mine and we
began to slowly kiss. He explored my mouth with his tongue as I felt his
erection settle between my legs, the head nudging just behind my balls. My
dick was rubbing his ridged stomach and my hands began exploring his taut
butt.

Warren rolled onto his back with me laying full length on his body. I was
slowly humping my dick into him. He reached down and pulled my knees up,
getting me kneeling straddling his chest. We broke our kiss and he began to
pull my hips forward, my cock pointing towards his lips. As my crown
touched his lips, he licked the slime off it. Warren continued to pull me
forward, my dick slowly entering his mouth, He used his lips to skin back
my foreskin, and then held the head just inside his mouth, massaging the
flange with his lips and running his tongue over the crown. Grabbing my
cheeks, he pulled me deeper into his mouth, finally lodging the head of my
dick firmly into the constriction of his throat.

He used his grip on my ass cheeks to pull my dick into his throat. With his
nose buried in my pubes, he began massaging my dick with his throat
muscles. Still holding my butt, he moved me back, then slid me forward
again. He used his hands to set up a rhythm for me, slowly, gently fucking
his throat.

"Oh, Warren, that feels so good! Oh, suck my dick! I want to do this
forever!"

One hand left my butt, and I saw Warren pick up the little bottle of lube,
open it one handed. I looked back over my shoulder and saw his rubbing it
on his thick meat. Wow! Nine inches! And thick to! I hoped I could handle
it. He was longer than Charlie and a lot thicker!

His hand left his dick and I felt the slippery liquid between my
cheeks. Warren's finger found my opening and the finger tip slip slightly
into me. It moved around inside me for a bit. I was still relaxed from the
way he opened me up laying on the counter in the kitchen. The external
muscles hadn't quite closed. Warren wiped the lube around the inside of the
ring as I looked down at his face and resumed fucking his throat. I watched
my dick sliding into his mouth until my pubes surrounded his nose, then
slide out, slowly, glistening with his saliva.

Warren put more lube into my butt, his fingers massaging the inner ring of
muscles. He pressed at the ring and used his fingers to open it. He wasn't
really entering me though, just playing around with the opening. The
feelings were awesome! The ridges on his fingers tingled when he
rubbed. Then I realized what was going on.

"He's checking to see if I'm relaxed enough to fuck. He's going to put it
in me now."

He grasped my hips again, this time pushing me out of his mouth and setting
my butt down on his groin, his thick dick nestling between my ass
cheeks. He started my hips into motion, sliding his dick between my
cheeks. He reached over and wiped his hand on the towel, then lifted my
hips up, fisted his heavy dick and pointed it up at my ass. He urged me
down until the head of his dick gently opened my butthole.

"Go real slow, Jerry. Lower yourself onto it. But do it slow. Think of the
feelings you're having. Make your butt feel good. Think of how good your is
making my dick feel. This isn't about getting my dick inside you. This is
about making you and me feel good. Tease my dick with your ass."

Tease his dick with my ass? Make us both feel good? He wanted me to play! I
lowered myself, until his dickhead opened the first ring and was stretching
the second, then I backed off and felt my butt muscles slightly clench on
his dickhead.

"Mmm. Good."

Yeah, that was the kind of thing he wanted me to do! I lowered myself
again, my butt opening up to his hard dick. I lifted up, and then lowered
again. Each time I lowered a bit more, took a bit more of Warren's dick up
inside my body. It was beginning to feel warm inside my ass. I had a little
over three inches of dick up inside me, when the flare of his dickhead
rubbed over my prostate. Precum practically poured out of my piss slit. The
honey ran down my shaft, over my balls and puddled on Warrens' abs.

"Oh, god," I groaned. "My ass loves your dick!"

I stayed at that depth, rubbing Warren's swollen dickhead over my
prostate. I was masturbating myself from the inside. My dick was on fire,
honey flowing out of me. I knew I couldn't dare touch myself. I'd come in a
second!  After a few minutes of this incredible feeling, I realized I'd had
enough. I needed all of Warren's dick inside me.

I lowered my ass steadily down on Warren's dick. I felt the thickness
spread my butt hole, opening me up way beyond what Charlie had last
night. I kept pushing myself down, feeling Warren's dick thrust deeper
inside me. I kept going fast enough to keep the feelings in my ass just
between pleasure and pain needing to feel all his meat inside. It took
almost a full minute, but finally all nine thick inches was buried in my
ass and I felt the soft texture of Warrens' pubes under my balls. All my
muscles relaxed and my total weight pressed those thick nine inches into
me. I started clenching my butt muscles, feeling the incredible fullness of
his dick, like a log sticking into me.

"My god, Jerry, that feels great," Warren sighed. "It feels like your ass
was made for my dick. You're making me feel like I've come home. Will you
ride me now? Will you fuck yourself on my big dick?"

I smiled down at him, looking into his eyes and put my hands on his
chest. I rose up a little, then settled back down. Warren's eyes widened a
bit, then I repeated the movement. I felt things moving inside me as the
mass of his dick invaded me, impaled me. I rose higher and settled
back. Each time I rose a bit higher sliding more of his dick in and out of
me. Finally, I was rising up until only the crown remained in me then
plunged back down. I was riding his dick for real!

I moved my feet forward to his armpits so all my weight rested on my
butt. His dick went even deeper inside me. I moved my hips forward and
started levering his dick forward and back inside me. Each time I moved I
felt his hardness press some different part of my insides. My dick was
drooling honey constantly to the point my balls were sliding in the puddle
formed on Warrens' stomach. He was growling below me.

"Damn, Jerry, your ass is so hot. You fuck me so good! You got to let me
take over Dude, I can't stand it anymore!"

He grabbed my hips and lifted me off my dick. I felt empty and groaned at
him.

"No, Warren, please! Put it back! I need you inside me!"

"Oh, don't worry, little Dude," He flipped me over onto my stomach and
pulled me up onto my hands and knees, "I'll put it back!"

I looked into the mirror. He was kneeling between my legs, with that huge
dick of his pointed towards my butt. He grabbed it in one hand and moved
his hips forward. I felt the head slip into my rectum and his hands moved
to my hips. He pulled me back impaling me on his dick. First he rotated his
meat inside me, driving me crazy. Slowly he pulled out to the head of his
dick then quickly fed it back to me. He kept repeating the move, long slow
withdrawal followed by a swift thrust into my butt. Each time the
withdrawal got a little faster and faster until he was pounding into me. I
heard the loud sound of his thighs slapping my butt.

"I love your ass. It feels so good around my dick. You're going to make me
cum soon. I want to cum up your butt! I want to dump my seed in your ass!
You getting ready for my cum, Jerry!"

"Please Warren, yes! Come on, fuck me! Please will you cum in me? Will you
leave your cum in me?"

Warren pulled his dick out of my ass and flipped me over onto my
back. Grabbing the lube bottle again, he applied more to his dick and
hoisted my knees over his shoulders and placed his crown at my hole. By
this time, I was opened enough that the head nestled into me resting at the
second ring of muscle, still resisting his entry.  He fisted my cock,
throbbing and dripping. His hand was still covered with lube he'd used on
his dick a moment before.

"Sorry, Jerry, I really need this." And he slammed his dick into me with
one fast thrust.

"Warren! Oh, no! Fuck me! Do it! Please! Please!"

He dropped my legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips Warren kissed
me deeply as he started hunching his dick into me. Each thrust made me see
stars. He was setting my inside on fire. His tongue was deep inside my
mouth and his dick was deep inside my ass. He was pumping his meat into
me. I could hear him gasping. I heard the wet sounds his dick was making as
it penetrated me. We were both starting to sweat. I could tell he was
really on the edge, then he started working on my dick.  He slid his hand
up and down on my shaft. He fingered the crown, sliding the foreskin up and
back. Every time his dick speared into me, my dick thrust into his hand. He
was working my dick almost roughly and I loved it. The feelings of his hand
on my dick were blending with the feelings of his cock pounding my ass,
rubbing my prostate. I was whimpering and making little incoherent sounds.

"Uh, oh, god, Warren! Please, uh, uh."

"You need to cum now, Jerry. I can't cum till you do! Cum for me
Dude. Shoot your load for me! Show me your cream! SHOOT IT NOW!"

That was it. Warren said cum and I came. I spewed cum. I pissed it out like
a garden hose that lost its' kink. My foreskin was drawn back and I saw the
first blast splash under Warren's chin. My ass clenched onto his dick. It
was as if my butt was trying to bite off Warrens' dick. I clenched onto his
meat so hard it almost hurt, but it was the best hurt I'd ever felt. I felt
Warren forcing his dick through the clenched muscle and then he was there
with me.

"Awww damn! Jerry! Take it! Take my load!"

He slammed into me and I felt his dick spasm inside me. My tightly clenched
hole spasmed around his throbbing dick. He pulled out and thrust into me
again and then again. Each time his dick hit bottom in my ass I felt it
spasm and pump more cream into me. As I was painting his chest and stomach
with my cum, he was pouring his cum into me. I could feel the liquid inside
me. I could hear the sounds his dick was making as it plunged into me
change as the liquid built up.

His thrusts slowed. I felt his juice around my hole. His weight began to
rest on my chest and he smiled at me. He ran his finger through the puddle
of cum on my chest and licked it off.

"Hold tight, little Dude." He rolled over onto his back, dick still firmly
buried up my butt, "I don't want to come out yet."

I lay on his chest, feeling wonderful. We were both sweaty. Cum was going
liquid here and there and beginning to run down our sides or, in my case,
out my butt even though his dick was still plugging my hole. I rested the
side of my face on his chest and listened to his breathing for a couple of
minutes on the edge of sleep.

"Thank you, Warren."

"For what, little Dude?"

"You were right. You taught me. Now I know what it's supposed to be like.