Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 06:34:20 GMT
From: "kirby.0000@juno.com" <kirby.0000@juno.com>
Subject: Terrance's New Life part 2

We drove a ways, through the hills and tree lined streets of Oakland, much
of the time I looked out the window, thinking. Neither of use felt awkward
or upset or anything, we were just tired and the silence was relaxing; just
the rush of the traffic and the humming of the engine. Soon enough, we
pulled into a nice neighborhood with very nice houses, and parked right
outside one that had an expansive green lawn. "Home sweet home." Andrew
smiled again his flawless smile, and we both got out of the car and went
into the house. The weather was still distinctively summer, even though it
was late September. It was warm out, and very sunny, but this is just the
way I liked it. Neither of Andrew's parents were home, and his sister was
out too, so we just crashed in his room, blasted some music, and played
some X-box. By then we had done allot more talking, so we both felt like we
really knew each other, like we had been friends for much longer. We had
opened some windows and turned on a fan, and so the noise from the fan made
it even more relaxing. Eventually, we turned off the music and games too,
so it was just the sounds of the fan and the afternoon outside, and our
gentle breathing. I was sitting on his bed, leaning far back against the
wall, and he was stretched out on the carpet. "Ah, dude, that was fun today
though."

"Yeah, I'm so tired now though..."

"Hey, we never watched that porn. Maybe later?"

"Yeah sure, I'm not really in the mood for it though, honestly... I mean,
just watching is never enough."  "I know what you mean! Man, sitting on the
sidelines never is..."

"Yeah..." I agreed, thinking what to say next.

"Well, for us there's none of that, right? We can take action." I wasn't
sure what he meant by this, but I had a feeling he was referencing
earlier. He continued, "So, now that you've tried it with a guy, what did
you think?"

"...It was... fun, actually. I had a good time, we're buds."

"Cool..." More silence. "Would you, like, do any more than that?" I didn't
want to say yes and doom myself, but I also didn't want to turn Andrew away
in case he meant having some more fun between us.

"Depends I guess..."

"On what?"

"On who it is, I mean, I would only do that stuff with someone I knew
really well, someone who I was chill with..." He nodded as if he
understood, and then rolled over onto his back.

"Gosh, I'm so horny."

"Still?"

"Yes! Dude, I was just getting warmed up earlier." I laughed a little at
this, but at the same time was nervous about how I should respond.

I went with a basic, "Yeah, me too."

"Really?" He started to get up, stretching lazily like a cat, but with
apparent excitement in his voice. My heart jumped, I wanted to have another
experience with him, but I still didn't know if I was ready. All these
years before I viewed myself as completely straight, but now I knew this
wasn't so. I wasn't at all disappointed with this fact; I just needed more
time to think about it. But, the moment was upon me, and I could already
feel that stir inside me when I felt really hopeful about something.

"Definitely." I stretched my arms behind my head nonchalantly. Andrew
walked over to the bed, grabbing a football off his desk and hurling it at
me. I caught it, smiling, ready to throw it back, but he came up, climbed
onto the bed, and lay on top of me. Stunned, I let the football roll from
my fingertips onto the floor, and I just started into Andrew's dark
hazelnut eyes. He looked right back, and I could feel the air from his
breath touching my face. We stayed like that for a minute, with his muscle
heavy body pressed into mine; I could definitively feel our dicks pressing
through the material of our jeans. Then, he reached an arm up and ran his
hand through my hair. The masculine scent of his cologne and my comfortable
position on the bed were making me very calm, and a little drowsy. Finally,
in one explosive moment, he leaned in and kissed me.  This was the second
biggest shock in my life; second only to the move to Oakland. I had been
kissed by many girls, but only a handful of them had done so this
passionately. I couldn't explain how I felt on the inside, but I felt every
moment on the outside clearly. He kept going; it was wet, his trimmed
facial hair scratching mine a little, and the power in his movement as our
mouths and tongues wrestled. During all this, I felt his other hand come
down slide underneath me, grabbing a handful of my ass. Our kissing and
groping continued, until pretty soon we were all stripped down into just
our boxer-briefs and socks. Our shirts and pants were thrown over at the
closet; the bed sheets likewise were discarded. We had gotten pretty rough,
almost to the point of wrestling, but heavy though I was, he kept me
pinned. Next to go were the boxer-briefs, which were harder to slide off,
but we made it fun nonetheless. Now, our mostly stiff cocks were flopping
and rubbing gently, our muscled and toned bodies making full, skin on skin,
contact. I loved the feeling of his soft body hair brushing against mine,
and I loved the pressure of his body on top of mine; I felt safe and
comfortable, and very, very horny. He folded his legs, so that he was in a
sort of lying crouch on top of me, and started to really massage my pecs,
playing especially with my nipples. This was a whole new feeling; it made
my dick become full on hard, and I just squeezed his ass even harder.  He
broke off the kiss, and we were both left gasping for breath. We had done
our best to breathe through our noses the whole time, but we were still
winded.

"So, I know this is only you're second time, so I won't ask too much of
you. I'll let you fuck me first, then we can go from there..." This was a
great deal for me, but I didn't know what position to do it in.

"Yeah..." I panted, sitting up while Andrew rummaged through his drawer for
a condom. He got out two, tossing one at me, and the other on the bed next
to me. He climbed back up, and said just what was on my mind.

"So, what first?"

I shrugged, admitting, "I don't even know the positions for a vagina." He
laughed allot at that one. "I mean, I know what they are, but I don't have
any experience."

"I'm glad, I've never done a first-timer before... But Terrance, don't
sweat it. Just do what feels good for you, man!" I nodded, still unsure,
but I unrolled the condom on anyway. I rolled it down to my thick pubes, at
the base of my dick, which was throbbing in my hands, I gave it a jerk,
then put my arms at my sides, anxiously waiting; the condom was the ribbed
kind, already lubed, so I was all set.

"Can I tell you something too, Terrance?"

"Yeah..."

"I've never done it with a guy either... I mean, blowjobs, sure. But
this..." He let it sink in. I felt all the more special knowing that he
picked me. "So, I don't know what to do either. I know I won't be much good
riding it, so, let's start off with good old doggy style...?"

I grinned, "Sounds good!" I maneuvered over into position behind Andrew,
who gave a nervous sigh and bent down, kneeling on all fours. I shuffled a
little closer to him, placing my hands on his hips, aiming my cock at his
anus, which was slightly dusted with hair. The head of my dick was just
about touching his hole; I hesitated, realizing this would be the end of my
virginity.

"And, dude, don't worry, I keep it so clean!" He looked over his shoulder,
smiling. I wasn't worried in the first place, his body smelled so clean and
his skin was soft, so I knew he would keep even the tender areas clean.

"Me too." I was, actually, exactly the same way. He winked, and then looked
back down at the bed, tilting his head down.

"Ok, just go, I'm ready. Just... Be gentle..." I was surprised to hear
something like this coming from such a stud, but I could sympathize with
him. I pressed my head against his anus, and slowly pushed until the tip
went it. It was a very, very tight squeeze, and inside the condom my
foreskin slid back. I heard only a quiet whimper from him. I gripped his
sides heavily, and resumed pushing. My dark shaft slid in slowly;
experiencing the tightness of his butt hole, and the warm, supple skin on
the inside. All was quiet, except for the rustling plastic sound of the
protection as my manhood gained admittance to his virgin ass. When I had
put all of it in to the base, and my front met his behind, he let out a
loud gasp.

"We're you holding you're breath the whole time?" He just nodded; his eyes
shut and his face a little red. "Don't worry, I'll give it to you slow." I
rested one hand on his muscled shoulder in a comforting gesture. My
attention turned back to the amazing feeling in my crotch, where I was
getting a whole lot of butt. I leaned back, pulling my cock out halfway,
then I pushed forward again. I started very slow, enjoying the delicate
sensation up and down my shaft, but soon it was not enough for me. When I
figured he was loosened up a little, I pulled out almost completely, then
thrusted forward hard. Like a battering ram, my front slammed into his ass
with a loud clap; my dick shoved right back in, and my scrotum swung and
bumped his, which was hanging between his legs. At this, he gave a cry, so
I stopped for a second. "Too rough? Do you want me to-"

"No! Just go!" At his command, I repeated the big thrusts a few more times,
then I switched to speed. It was easy to go fact in doggy, and in a few
minutes, I was fucking him so fast and hard that the bed was shaking. We
were lubed up nicely, so I slid in and out of him with ease. Our bodies
made loud contact with every push, and the amazing feeling that was taking
over me was nothing I had ever experienced. Sure, it felt amazing in the
crotch to fuck the shit out of someone, much better than my pillow, but it
was even more than that. I was happy because I knew Andrew was, which was
evident by his undertone grunts and moans. Our stamina from football could
have let us do this all day, but for variety's sake, we switched things
up. I slowed down at his signal, and pulled out, waiting for him to make
the next switch. He flipped onto his back, and laid near the edge of the
bed, so his rump was right at it. I stood up this time, lining myself up to
his behind once more, and threw his legs over my shoulders.

"Reverse doggy, huh?" He only smiled, which meant he was ready for more
action. I popped my dick back into his ass, it was a little easier the
second time, and started to butt-thump him once more. Standing up was a
whole new experience, and I loved the fact that his package would knock
into my belly with each bang. I used one hand to massage Andrew's ripped
chest and abs, and the other I casually played with his dick. Sometimes he
would throw back his head and grunt, but often he would be looking right at
me with a look of complete pleasure. When he did this, our eyes would meet,
and I would be captivated by his manly charge. Everything about him made me
want to fuck him even harder; so I did. We switched up the position a few
more times, each a little bit different then the last, but we finally ended
up with him bent over the side of the bed with me still fucking the shit
out of his bubble butt, with my knees slightly bent. By this time, we both
were grunting and panting, and I knew I had reached my limit. I was sure
that plenty of pre-cum had filled up the condom already, and that deep and
tingling feeling was at its peak between my thighs. "I'm-uh-r-ready"

"Do it Terrance." He sounded determined, so I kept pounding him out until
the absolute final breaking point. I was out of breath and my front hurt
from hitting his ass so much, but I didn't let him down. Loads of hot semen
filled the condom as I orgasmed. It was the most wonderful feeling I could
remember, the sensation of orgasm inside of him made it what it was. After
the sensation started to lessen, and my cock became a little floppy, I
pulled out and collapsed on the bed. It was truly hard work fucking
someone, especially someone so adamant as Andrew. But, I was very pleased,
and as happy as I could remember. I lay on my stomach, but I reached a hand
under and deftly pulled off the protection, tossing it at the pile of our
clothes. I was so wrapped up in my own satisfaction, that I momentarily
forgot to see how Andrew was feeling, when suddenly I felt a pressure
between my butt cheeks. I had barely registered the ripping sound of a
condom package moments before, but I already knew what it was. With a grin,
I looked over my shoulder to see Andrew smiling and kneeling over me with
his meaty manhood poked between my cheeks.

"I guess it's my turn."

"Hell yeah it is! You have got to feel what I felt!" At first, I thought he
meant the pain, but as I was soon to discover, it was just the opposite. I
folded my arms, resting my chin on them, and opened my legs a ways. He
leaned in, and repeated the same process as I had before. His penis was, I
knew, much bigger than mine, so I was afraid I got the bad end of the
deal. It was really painful when he first jammed it in; his mushroom head
was wide enough, and the length of his shaft was a whole different story. I
gasped and winced much more than he did, but he just kept pushing it in,
reassuring me, "Hang in there, big guy." My heart skipped a beat when I
felt his shaft slide all the way in. It felt weird, having something so
thick and stiff, yet soft and warm, inside of my anus. He kept it deep in
my hole for a minute, letting my soak in the experience. The initial pain
was gone for the moment, and instead it felt very good; but I knew when he
started thrusting it would be back to hell. I thought he was going to start
with some slow thrusts, but instead he just started banging me at top
speed. His cock pumped in and out of my butt, he was laying me with full
body contact and heavy, rapid thrusts. Of course, I yelled. It was agony at
first, I thought I was going to bust, but because I was hitting me so
hastily, I acclimated to it faster.  In under a minute, the pain was gone
again, and I was yelling with joy instead. He was overpowering me with his
whole body, all muscle and masculinity, he kept me firm against the bed
while he fucked me, quite better than I fucked him. I lay there and took it
like a champ, all the while grunting with stunned delight. We only
accomplished two positions, but it didn't make it any less enjoyable than
when I did him. We switched near the end to reverse doggy, with my legs
over his shoulders, and my junk getting jacked by his spare hand. His other
was wandering just like mine had with him; he rubbed my pecs and stomach,
and squeezed my thighs. By now, my dick was rock hard again, and he seemed
to have fun playing with my foreskin as well as fully fisting me. Through
it all, he continued to bang me; I couldn't help but be keen on the
slapping sound when our bodies met. "I fucking love a guy with an uncut
cock." He said this with little breaks in his voice because of his
panting. "Terrance, you're whole body... you... you're just perfect." As he
said this last part, his face scrunched up, his eyebrows knitting and his
teeth barred. I knew the look well, and was sure of it once I felt
something hot fill my ass. Although he was still wearing a condom, I could
feel it filling up, and the heat of his cum was evident too. He gave a
tremendous groan, and kept thrusting for as long as he could, all the while
still rubbing my dick.

His orgasm triggered mine, so for the third time that day, I blew my
load. It went onto my belly and over his hands, but he was focused on his
own cock. I felt his manhood become floppy and not so stiff, and I felt him
slide it out of me. As he was settling himself back on the bed, I reached
under my leg and put two fingers at the rim of my anus. I easily slid them
both into my hole, which told me that I had been stretched out a good
deal. This made the experience even more erotic for me, and it was topped
off when Andrew asked me to lick off his dick.He was knelt beside me, and I
was laying down, when he pulled off his condom and let allot his semen drip
out of the plastic and onto his shaft. He swung in my direction, asking,
"Please, dude. I want to feel my cock in your mouth." Although I was worn
out after three amazing orgasms already, I reached up and with a fist,
grabbed the base of his dick. I leaned in and just took the whole thing in
my mouth; well, as far as I could go. I couldn't deep throat it, but I
sucked him all the way to where my hand was gripping him. Once again, I
tasted the salty-sweet and delicious honey-like texture of his semen. The
feeling of his throbbing penis, once again hard and full, in my mouth and
on my tongue came right after having it in my ass, on the pleasure
scale. The taste and warmth of his skin too was great, but I was completely
exhausted after five straight minutes of sucking. He quickly returned the
favor, just by licking up the mess on my own goods. It felt funny, because
he was only using his tongue, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

After this long and strenuous session of fuck, we collapsed side by side on
the bed. In case Andrew's family was to abruptly arrive home, we threw on
our T's and boxer-briefs, but didn't bother with our jeans. After a few
minutes in silence, Andrew spoke, "Terrance, I want you to know..."

He paused, so I turned my head to look at him, "Yeah?"

"You're not just my tool, we're not just fuck buds. I mean, we are, but
it's deeper than that... I guess I'm just trying to say... I found a real
friend in you..."

This topped off my incredible day like good foam in a glass of beer.
"Thanks, man. I'm glad we're friends." We lay there, talking for a while
longer, about anything really. It was getting late in the day, though, so I
packed up, and he offered to drive me home. That night, when I was back in
my bed, still very sore on the ass, I realized that I had found my home.
Andrew had shown me that I was in with him, as well as the other guys. I
slept very soundly that night...