Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2009 14:12:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: john smith <jaubree2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cole's Loss of Control

Cole knew that he was gay from the age of 10, when he'd first dreamed about
the naked bodies of his friends.  He looked at them as much as he dared,
both in the locker room and at the pool, but his terror of discovery soon
kicked in.  His family was very conservative and he knew that they'd never
accept a gay son.  So he learned to bury his feelings, trained his eyes to
skim over boys, and held himself in.  High school life was particularly
tough, with the sham of dating added to the terror and repressed lust.  He
made it through to college though, and it was then that his iron walls of
control finally collapsed.

Cole's best friend Andy had gone to a school down south, so they didn't see
each other much.  Cole always looked forward to breaks so he could hang out
again, and as he and Andy were relaxing down in Andy's basement just after
New Year's, sudden revelation walked in.  Andy's younger brother Josh was
only 14, but he'd come out of the closet and was already dating.  Their
parents were as respectful of their sons' lives and his own were strict, so
none of his family had any problems with him bringing boys home so long as
they stayed safe.  Cole had known this, and remembered feeling a surge of
jealousy when Andy had mentioned that his brother got more tail than he
did, but he'd forgotten it until the boy came thumping down the stair to
call them to dinner.  The plan burst, sudden and hot in Cole's mind, and he
was so excited that he barely noticed what anyone said.

Andy flew back to school that Monday, but Cole had until Sunday.  The next
morning he was up early, had breakfast with his parents and saw them off to
work.  Then, fidgeting and worried, he waited until ten o'clock to give
Josh's folks time to leave and him time to get up.  Finally he couldn't
wait any longer and hurried out into the snow.  At 10:02 he knocked on
Josh's door, and five minutes later the tousle-haired boy answered.

"Cole," Josh said, letting the older boy in and shutting the door against
the cold. "Did you forget something last time?  I don't think Andy had
anything of yours." Cole couldn't look at the boy, dressed in rumpled
lounge pants, worn out t-shirt and socks.  Instead he stared at the wall to
the side of Josh's head, and cleared his throat.

"Um, I didn't come for anything to do with Andy.  I came to talk to you."
The boy's eyebrows flew up, but he obligingly led the way into the living
room and sat on the couch.  Cole unzipped his coat and sat, his fingers
twining together and his eyes on the rug.  Josh watched him, picking up on
his anxiety, and after a minute he asked, "What did you want to ask?"

It took Cole three tries to force the words out. "About how you deal with
being gay." There.  As soon as the words were out of his mouth something
snapped inside of him.  Now there was now way to keep his secret any
longer, so come what may he'd have to deal with it.  His head swimming,
with both terror and excitement, he sat back and looked up at Josh for the
first time.

"Oh," the boy said, his blue eyes steady and his face sympathetic as he
understood what the older boy meant. "I see.  You've been wanting to ask
that for a long time." It wasn't a question, but Cole nodded.  Josh looked
away and collected his thoughts.

"Well, it's much different for me than for you, obviously.  I've never had
a problem with who I am, but you," he said, trailing off as he sought a way
to say it while being polite.  Finally, he just came out with it. "But you
had to deal with your parents.  No wonder you're scared." Ordinarily, if a
14 year-old boy accused him of being scared it would have provoked a much
different reaction than the relief that swept through him.  Josh
understood!

The two boys sat and talked for almost an hour.  Oddly, neither one
mentioned anything about being gay, but simply chatted.  For Cole, this was
a reaction to the sudden end of his secret terror, and his mind needed time
to rebalance.  For Josh, it simply seemed the right thing to do.  After a
while Cole made his excuses and stood up, and Josh showed him to the door.
Out on the porch Cole turned and looked Josh in the eye. "Josh.  Thank
you."

"No problem," he replied, smiling warmly, his welcoming face such a
beautiful sight that Cole's heart lurched. "Come back tomorrow, and we can
talk some more." Cole nodded, turned, and left.

Cole waited until eleven the next morning, and when they were still talking
at 12:30 he proposed going out to lunch.  Josh hunted up his shoes and
coat, and Cole drove them to a deli close to the campus.  He saw a few
faces he recognized, and nodded to them as they found seats.  Josh, of
course, pigged out on a double bacon cheeseburger and cheese fries, while
Cole had a BLT.  Cadging a few fries, he told Josh stories of college life,
of his classes and professors, and the kids he lived with.  The boy was the
perfect listener, always paying attention, asking questions that encouraged
Cole to come even further out of his shell.  When, as the last bites were
being finished, Josh asked him if he knew any boys he'd like to date, Cole
was able to describe his suitemate Rob in perfect and extensive detail,
from the color of his eyes to his favorite beer, all without once pausing
or feeling in the least frightened.  Feeling enormously relaxed and
increasingly confident, Cole asked if Josh wanted to go to Adventure
Landing, an indoor fun center with a go-kart track, arcade and mini-golf
the next day, as a reward for helping him.  Josh instantly and eagerly
agreed.

The two boys spent four happy hours playing the next day.  Cole bought them
all day passes to the track, and by spinning each other out, sideswiping
other racers and rear-ending each other every time they came into the pit
they thoroughly pissed off the attendants.  Josh beat him 54 to 49 on the
first round of golf, but Cole rallied with a lucky shot off the windmill to
take him 47 to 48 the next.  They had ice cream and popcorn, dropped twenty
dollars in the arcade, and solemnly handed each other the huge stuffed
animals (one a gorilla and the other a giraffe) that they got at
redemption.  Cole drove them home, stereo blasting, both happy with their
day.

Cole carried the giraffe and an armload of other trinkets inside and dumped
them on the couch.  Josh, coming back from hanging up his coat saw
immediately that his friend had frozen up again.  Cole stared at the
ground, his hands gripped tight behind his back, and Josh slowly took his
arm and led him to a seat.

"Are you ok," he asked, his hand warm on Cole's knee.  The older boy
fidgeted for a moment, his eyes still on the rug, and suddenly his hand was
on top of Josh's.  Cole looked Josh in the eye, and asked the question that
was tearing him up inside. "Josh, what's sex with a guy really like?"

Josh had unconsciously perceived the looks that Cole was just as
unconsciously giving him these past few days, so the question didn't take
him entirely by surprise.  Still, Cole was four years older than him and
his brother's friend, even, he admitted, his friend now.  If he started to
give the answers that Cole so obviously wanted, things were going to
change.  This didn't bother him; he'd had sex with older guys before, and
he didn't think that it would change things between them in any horrible
way.  And, he thought, his hand burning under the Cole's touch, the boy was
hot.  Josh leaned forward and slowly pressed his lips against Cole's.

Cole's entire body froze when Josh's lips touched his, and his heart
thundered wildly.  His eyes shut tight and he forced everything out of his
mind other than the soft lips touching his.  Slowly, gradually he relaxed
into the kiss, and as he did his lips parted.  Josh's tongue, hot and
sweet, explored his front teeth and then danced against his.  The boys fell
deeper into the kiss, their arms tightening around each other as their
tongues slid deep.  Cole sighed deeply and drew Josh against his chest,
breaking the kiss and leaning his cheek on top of the boy's head. "You're
so hot," he whispered, his hand rubbing against the boy's chest. "I want
you to show me everything." Josh leaned back and found Cole's lips again,
and he let his hand caress down the older boy's hard chest, feeling the
swell of his pecs under his shirt and the ridges of his abs.  His smaller
hand settled on the rock-hard shaft that strained against Cole's pants, and
the older boy gasped into his mouth.  Josh wrapped his fingers around it,
gripping the shaft through the tough cloth, drawing shudders from his
friend.  He broke the kiss again. "If you want to go further, we should go
upstairs." He took the older boy by the hand and led him up to his room.

Josh's room was a mess, with clothes carpeting the floor and discarded
sneakers kicked off all over the place.  It smelled of stale sheets and
faint BO, the smell of an active boy who was no better at cleaning than his
mother made him be.  Josh shut the door and walked to the center of the
room, turning to face Cole and undoing his zipper.

Cole stared at the boy as he revealed every inch of his perfectly hot body.
Josh's belly and chest were smooth, the sweet curves of what would soon be
muscles just visible under a thin layer of baby fat.  His nipples were huge
and pink, standing out from his chest even before they grew hard.  A
dusting of freckles led down his belly, past his outie to the thin patch of
fine blond pubes that crowned his rising dick.  His balls were smallish and
compact, the skin of his sack tight and almost hairless.  Josh's cock was a
proud tower of meat, over five thick inches of lightly veined ivory, ending
in a fat red head that gleamed with a drop of precum at its tip.  Cole
glanced down his smooth skater's legs to his soft, size eight feet, noting
the perfectly trimmed nails.  Josh stood with his hands on his slim hips
and eyed the older boy, his cock jutting out and bouncing a little with
each beat of his heart.  Cole looked him in the eye and dropped his hand to
his belt.

Josh had occasionally beat off to his image of Cole's body, gathered from
innumerable visits to their pool, but the reality of what was revealed in
front of him so outweighed his imagining that he knees went a little weak.
Cole undid his belt and pants, but then took off his shirt first, revealing
his broad, muscled chest.  His pecs were strong, his nipples tiny red dots
on the mounds of muscle, while a perfect valley led down through his abs.
Unlike his own, Cole's skin was unmarked by any blemish, being a smooth,
pale cream, lightly dusted with hair.  His bush was thick and dark but
obviously trimmed, shaped into a small triangle that highlighted the
enormous rod beneath it.  Josh felt his eyes widen as he gazed at Cole's
eight and a half inch dick, the shaft bobbing under the weight of the huge
purple head, circled by the ragged pale scar of his circumcision.  Cole's
balls were just as huge, thickly furred and hanging low in his loose and
swinging sack.  The hair continued down the inside of his athlete's thighs,
lightening on his tight calves and petering out on his size eleven feet.
Josh giggled, his hand to his mouth as stared at Cole's hairy toes, and the
older boy's eyes flew wide with disbelief. "What," he said defensively,
glaring at the boy as Josh broke into laughter.

"I didn't know guy's toes could be hairy," the boy managed, almost bent
over with laughter. "You look like a hobbit!" Cole glared at him, mock
sternly, and then jumped forward to start tickling the boy all over his
chest. "Stop, stop," Josh gasped, bent over for real as Cole's merciless
fingers teased his skin.  He was laughing so hard he couldn't catch his
breath.

"Not until you apologize," Cole grunted, tickling faster, his skin electric
with the touch of Josh's body. "Hobbit feet!" He pushed the boy back onto
the bed and followed him down, catching Josh's foot and tickling
mercilessly.  The boy writhed and gasped, and tried to speak. "Stop, stop,
I give, I give!  I love your feet!" Cole at once let up, and sat back to
watch the boy recover, his foot still held threateningly in his large hand.
Josh caught his breath and grinned up at his friend. "You just wanted to
touch me," he accused, giving a little writhe of his hips that shook his
dick in the air.  Cole's eyes swung down and he started to caress the
smooth boy foot. "And I still do," he growled, smiling at his own
cheesiness.  He leaned over and kissed Josh again, their bare torsos
touching along every inch they could contrive, Josh's foot cradled against
Cole's huge meat.

Both boys slid their free hands over the other's body, cradling and
caressing in an orgy of discovery.  Josh's hands explored the massive
muscles on Cole's arms and chest, admiring the strength and dedication the
boy had put into himself.  Cole's hand, meanwhile, made straight for the
source, one sliding down the boy's smooth belly to grasp his dick while the
other circled around to cup the boy's ass.  Either was enough to send Cole
into an immediate orgasm but both together so swamped his brain with
pleasure that he was able to continue his exploration, his dick pumping
huge beads of precum that smeared against Josh's skin.

Josh knew that as a virgin to gay sex, Cole was liable to blow at any time,
and he was determined to make his new lover's first cum worthwhile.  He sat
up and pushed against Cole's chest, putting the larger boy on his back.
Smiling wickedly, the younger boy got up on his hands and knees above him,
and slowly back down the bed until his face was even that enormous shaft.
Then, slowly, his eyes locked onto Cole's, he lowered his head until his
lips touched cockhead, and sucked it inside.

Cole threw back his head and bucked against him, slamming his dick into
Josh's mouth.  The thick shaft filled it and pushed heavily on his tongue
and Josh tried to regain control.  He pushed hard against Cole's hips,
forcing his mouth off the boy's dick, and gasped up at his friend. "Wait!
Let me do it!" Cole was almost too far gone but he heard and forced his
body to relax.  Josh repaid him by diving back on his dick and swallowing
half of it down, the head wedged deep in his throat, deeper than all his
lovers had gone before.  The boy swallowed, his throat ripping a growl from
Cole as it played on his dick, and forced his gag reflex to stop.  He slid
another inch down, and another, and suddenly he had pubes in his nose and
balls on his chin.  Cole writhed back on the bed, his dick so hot and tight
that his mind blanked out with the pleasure.  An animal noise tore from his
mouth, an enormous keening, and his fingers and toes clenched the sheets
with pleasure as his balls emptied into Josh's throat.

Josh had taken countless loads before, but for sheer volume Cole took the
prize.  Even though the head of his lover's dick was emptying down his
throat he still choked as it jumped and spat.  Desperately he tried to take
as much as he could, but he suddenly had to push off, letting the rest of
Cole's cum fire into the air and splat down on his belly.  Josh leaned
against the wall, gasping, the taste of cum in his mouth as he watched the
older boy tremble in the grip of orgasm, his entire hard body shaking.
Josh's own dick was so hard he daren't touch it, for fear of instant
release.

"Oh, oh, oh God," Cole panted, his face flushed as he slowly came down from
his orgasmic high. "Fuck, oh fuck," he said, his head lolling back on the
sheets.  His massive chest heaved as his cock slowed its pulses, the
trickles of pearly cum lining his shaft. "Fuck.  That was the best thing of
my life," he said, rolling his head to look at the boy. "Are you ok?" Josh
smiled down at him, and lifted up his own hard dick, drawing Cole's
attention to the problem at hand. "Oh," the boy said, in tones of wonder,
"right." He dived down to suck on Josh's dick.

Cole's blowjob owed more to enthusiasm than skill, but Josh wasn't about to
complain.  The older boy licked and sucked, lapped and jacked, quickly
taking his rod down to the root despite his inexperience.  It lasted maybe
all of two minutes, then Josh found himself blowing one of the greatest
loads of his life, so happy was he to give pleasure to Cole, so happy was
Cole to pleasure to him.  The older boy nursed his cock until every drop
was spent, then crawled up to cuddle and spoon, holding Josh in his huge
arms with a sigh of content.  Neither boy's dick was soft, but they lay
quiet, and soon fell asleep.


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