Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2010 09:13:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Lust-First Love

Jonty watched Carol walk away. Why was it that he didn't feel anything? He
was eighteen, fit and healthy -- a red blooded man like any other -- but he
couldn't feel the fire. She was dumping him because he wouldn't put out; he
knew that he would be the butt of many a joke amongst his friends but he
just couldn't do it.


The news spread like wildfire and Jonty was ragged rotten. Of course
everyone assumed that he was gay and poor Jonty began to wonder if perhaps
that was his problem. But, after looking at some cocks on the internet he
decided that he wasn't overly interested in those either. He just wasn't
interested in anyone and he knew his mind well enough to stand his ground:
no more blind dates, no suggestions, and as for all the gay stuff he just
let it was right over his head. He was getting tired of the fuckwits that
he hung around with anyway and was determined to find other interests and
new friends.


His quest for new interests led him to the library where upon his first
visit he fell instantly, deeply and utterly in love. This went beyond lust;
yes, he was simply smitten but he wanted more than that. He wanted, needed
to know this person; the object of his desire was the redhead that worked
behind the desk and Jonty felt his face flush as he drank in the beauty of
the fiery red hair, the porcelain skin and amazing green eyes. But it was
the cherry red lips had did him in; suddenly the door to desire was
unlocked and all he wanted to do was kiss and kiss and kiss some more. He
shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as his hardon tented his shorts
while he tried to hide the massive bulge behind his books.


`Let me take those from you.' The voice cut into his lust-daze.

Reluctantly Kevin handed them over. He saw the green eyes widen as they
traveled down his flat stomach and onto his wayward cock.

`Wow, buddy you got it bad.' Once more that sexy voice penetrated Jonty's
skull. Even his voice was beautiful.  Suddenly Jonty had the urge to scream
it from the mountaintops: `yes, I'm gay and I so fucking turned on right
now I think I might pop.' Instead he smiled and apologized.

`No need to apologize,' the liquid-sex voice shot back `I don't get to see
anything quite that exciting around here usually.'

Jonty smiled. He couldn't believe it; they were on the same wavelength!
Just this morning he didn't know what he was looking for but now it had
been revealed and lust, it seemed, was not just his alone. The guy behind
the desk briefly licked his sexy, ripe lips and desire was full in his
eyes.

`The name's Kevin.' He stuck out his hand.

Electricity surged through Jonty's hand as his warm flesh touched
Kevin's. This was how it's supposed to be, he told himself and made a
mental note to apologize to Carol.

`Jonty. Pleased to meet you.' He shot back.

And then all too soon it was over. His books had been date stamped and
someone else had appeared to check out their library books. Jonty took his
books and started out the door.


`Catch you later.' Kevin's voice followed him out into the bright sunshine
and full heat of a mid-summer's day.  Suddenly Jonty's eyes were opened to
a new possibility. `Catch you later,' Kevin had said. And boy, how he would
love to be caught and held close and kissed and cuddled and tickled and
wrestled, prodded and poked and kissed and stroked. The thoughts raced
through his brain causing his thick cock to surge once again and he w as
glad that he had the books to shield it from the public's view. It didn't
help that suddenly he noticed the beauty of men like the strong, bronzed
shoulders on a pair of bare-chested hunks that strode by. In a micro-second
he had drunk in their beauty, noticed the hairless chests and tiny nipples
and the flat bellies with the line of dark fuzz dipping south. Oh to undo
those belt buckles, to slide those worn jeans down their hips, to press his
nose into those furry crotches and inhale their man-scent on this warm day!


Already he felt like he was cheating on Kevin. He was sure that Kevin was
mostly hairless, perhaps with just a few ginger swirls around the root of
his alabaster cock, and that he would smell only of soap and aftershave and
not of the musky crotch funk that quickened his pulse as he walked by those
studs. He turned to look back at them now and admired the way that their
fleshy butts rolled around in their jeans. He needed Kevin to come and save
him and drag him away from his baser instincts. They would date, they would
drink coffee, they would debate important issues and only once they had
gotten to know each other would they make their first contact: perhaps they
would hold hands, perhaps they would share a sweet gentle kiss.


Jonty could feel the sweat in his armpits and pouring down his back. His
underpants were damp, not helped by the copious amounts of precum that
oozed out of his cock, and he felt deliciously, disgustingly dirty.
Thoughts of Kevin were interspersed with darker fantasies. Kevin's luscious
red lips would kiss him and those tender arms would hold him tight. Jonty's
heart would flutter in his ribcage like some poor caged songbird trying to
set itself free. And into that daydream crashed the thoughts of big, beefy
men: they would be swarthy and rugged, muscled and virile and they would
force him to inhale their crotch scent and sit their hairy cracks right
down on his face. It was as if a year's worth of lust was suddenly
condensed into this one hour and Jonty's brain was in a frazzle.


Everywhere he looked there were men dressed for the heat of summer. On some
of the older guys big balls and fat butts were trussed up in too-tight
shorts perhaps last worn a summer ago but in Jonty's current lust-induced
fug they were no less sexy that the dudes closer to his own age. At each
turn there were beautiful legs, nice asses -- peachy and small, massively
round and firm or even downright sloppy he enjoyed the sight of them all --
handsome faces, rugged faces, open faces, nice eyes, sexy lips, big
hands...the list was endless. Every man that he saw that day was eye
candy. His sweet tooth had been starved too long and now it insisted on
drinking in and storing the beauty of every single man that passed his
way. And still his cock ached in his shorts and he walked round and round
town in an aimless daze unable to return home until something, and he knew
not what, had happened to him.


And still Kevin was in that air-conditioned room with all those
books. Perhaps he was a geeky nerd but he was certainly the sexiest one
that Jonty had ever seen. If only he could come out now and rescue Jonty
from this aimless street lusting that drove him round and round the same
few blocks.


`Is that what all the guys are wearing this summer,' a voice cut through
his thoughts as he walked past a greengrocer's on the corner `a book to
hide your hardon?'

Jonty stopped and blushed and tried to reply but his mouth was dry. The guy
who had asked the question was standing there wearing just a pair of rugby
shorts and a T-shirt and sneakers. He had the sexiest, hairiest legs that
Jonty could imagine. This was one of the men who had been in his daydream,
forcing Jonty's face into his musky crack. There was a full bulge in his
tiny shorts and Jonty could not tear his eyes away. The man noticed this
and shoved his hand down inside his shorts and rearranged his equipment so
that his fat cock was now clearly outlined across his thigh. The stranger
had dark hair and dark eyes and long silky dark hair forested his
forearms. The man was sex; there was simply no other way to put it. Jonty
tried to draw his book closer to his throbbing organ that threatened to
spew its juicy load right there on the street corner in front of the
Portuguese Café & Greengrocers.


`You trying to give every man in this town a heart attack?' the stranger
asked him.

Jonty couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had gone from virgin to
sex-wise man of the world in under an hour. First Kevin, now this guy. Damn
he was hot! Forget about a summer of love, this was his hour of lust. He
was so incredibly turned on that he could hardly speak; knowing that he was
giving this sexy hunk the hots had boosted Jonty's confidence into the
stratosphere but his mouth was so dry
 he could hardly get the words out.

It's just that I'm just so damn horny.' Jonty finally managed to say.

`You and me both.' The stranger replied. `I woke up this morning with a
raging hardon but the wife's not putting out at the moment so what do you
say you and I sneak off for a little cock fun?'

I shouldn't...' Jonty said, but even as the words left his mouth he knew
that he would.

`Why not?'

`It's just...well, see...I've never been with a guy,' he stammered `and
there's this other guy I'm real keen on.'

`Is he keen on you?' the dark haired sexy beast asked. There was a hint of
disappointment in his voice.

`I hope so.' Jonty replied. `But I don't know him well enough and it's so
hot right now and I'm feeling so horned up.'

`Well, the way I see it,' the man replied `is maybe this other guy you are
keen on has had some experience before and if you've never been with a guy
before...' his voice trailed away.

`You could show me stuff?' Jonty asked.

`It would be a pleasure, a pretty peach like you.'

`But what about your wife?'

`She's not going to be there, is she? And I'm not going to tell her about
us, and once we've had our fun you'll lose interest in me anyway because
you've got this other guy.

`Aw shucks, I don't know...' Jonty told him.

The man reached down and rubbed his thumb over his thick cock and Jonty's
eyes just about popped out on stalks. He wanted to see that fat cock in the
flesh, wanted to see the man's body hair and inspect his meaty arse. Kevin
was fading away.

`You wouldn't... you know, hurt me or anything?' Jonty asked.

`Wouldn't hurt a fly.' The man grinned and stuck out a hairy paw. `The
name's Greg.'

`Jonty. Pleased to meet you.'

`And I'll be mighty pleased to eat you.' Greg added before delivering a
devilish chortle that suddenly put Jonty at ease.


He jumped in Greg's car which was parked just around the corner and Greg
drove them out to the river on the edge of town. Jonty could remember going
fishing there with his grandfather many years ago but they drove on past
the turn off that the fishermen used and the road narrowed to a rutted dirt
track. Jonty was very slightly nervous but was in too deep; he simply could
not back away now because his cock would not let him. Greg turned off the
track and drove through some bushes and parked the car close to a tree.

`What is this place?' Jonty asked.


`This is where men go when they need a little relief.' Greg replied.  Jonty
felt a shiver of excitement sweep through him. He couldn't believe in their
little town that there were men doing things like this: married men wanting
and needing cock, men who would seduce strangers on street corners and
drive them down some narrow country track and park up in the bushes.

`What happens here?' he asked.

`Well, if a man needs somewhere to bring a friend to have a little fun, a
place where nobody is going to judge him, he can come to this place. But
also, if he is feeling horny he can come out here and wait and see if any
other horny guys turn up and then if they like the look of each other they
can have a little fun together.'

`It's just fun for you?'

`Pretty much.' Greg replied. `I like being married; it's not like I'm some
closet case but every once in a while I just like the feel of another man's
cock in my hand. Now, I think we've done enough talking, don't you?'


Jonty gulped and nodded.  He saw Greg take something out of the glove box
and slip it into his pocket; he wasn't sure what it was but he just knew it
was something naughty, something to do with sex. He looked down at his
stiff cock once more tenting his flimsy soccer shorts. Greg reached over
and tweaked it and then opened his door and got out. Jonty followed him and
the older man led them through a tangle of vegetation until they came to a
clearing under a tree. It seemed very private in there and Jonty was ready
for whatever Greg had in store for him. The older man pulled him close and
Jonty was a little surprised when suddenly Greg's tongue was snaking past
his lips and grappling with his tongue. His first kiss! It took his breath
away. Greg's back was so broad and strong as Jonty's hands played up and
down its length while they kissed until finally his hands came to rest of
that meaty arse and he gave it a good squeeze.

Greg broke off the kiss.

`You like my arse?' he asked.

`It's beautiful.' Jonty replied.

`Why don't you take my shorts off?' Greg asked.


With quaking hands Jonty slid Greg's tight shorts down his strong
thighs. He was wearing a pair of bright red underpants and there was a
little wet spot on the left where his precum had oozed into the fabric. I
did that!  Jonty thought to himself. He was as pleased as punch. His beauty
and desirability had made this hunky man's excitement juice ooze out of his
cock. Jonty knelt before Greg now and looked at those big balls cupped
close in his underpants; he pressed his face into the fabric and inhaled
Greg's scent. It was as powerful and as sexy as he had dreamed it would
be. As he sniffed the intoxicating aroma he stroked those big, furry thighs
and desire overwhelmed him. All inhibitions were swept away as he made Greg
turn around and then after admiring the shape and heft of Greg's big booty
Jonty pressed his face against the damp fabric covering his buttcrack.


His first masniff filled his brain and sent pulses of desire through his
already blood engorged cock.  Jonty's cock was so incredibly hard he was
afraid it would burst clean out of its skin. He couldn't believe that he
was doing something so incredibly disgusting and yet it was tuning him on
so much.

`Oooh lick my arsehole!' Greg begged.

And Jonty was powerless even though those words triggered shame and
disgust. He just kept sniffing Greg's musky spice hole and Greg's desperate
hunger was raw in his voice as he begged Jonty over and over.

`Please, lick it! Eat me, kiss my bumhole!' he growled.


Jonty's resistance crumpled. He lowered those red underpants down Greg's
furry thighs. His pale, hairy meaty arse came into view and Jonty felt sick
with lust. The sight of this man's big bum cut through all his
reservations, through all of society's taboos and rules; this arse was made
for sex, it was designed to tease and tempt and lead men astray. And if he
could help it this ass would be collecting a huge load of thick, creamy
spunk before the afternoon was over. But first it demanded service and
Jonty hefted those big cheeks apart and teased his tongue over the ridged
flesh of Greg's furry fuck hole. Greg bellowed like a wounded beast as
Jonty's hot tongue burrowed up his sensitive asshole. For a first-timer the
young stud sure was doing a good job. Greg took hold of his fat cock and
slowly jerkerd the fleshy skin back and forth over his overheated cockhead.


Greg had been kissed back there a number of times but this was proving the
best. The way Jonty ate him out and stroked his thighs and his big goose
eggs was just out of this world. It was with reluctance that he pulled away
and turned around and presented Jonty with his fat cock. Jonty gasped when
he saw that thick monster rod bobbing about in front of his face with a
long drool of precum leaking out of it. He gathered up the love juice on
his thumb and tasted it. It was ambrosia slipping down this throat.  He was
amazed at how dark Greg's cock was compared to his pale thighs and how big
his balls were and how low they hung. If the world was full of women and
Greg was the only man on earth there would be no chance whatsoever that the
human race would ever go extinct. His potent seedbags looked brimful of
juice and Jonty sniffed them once more before teasing his tongue against
the smooth skin.


Greg yelped as the handsome twink's tongue traced across his big balls. He
loved having his balls licked and his ass eaten and his cock sucked; this
sexy dude was pressing all the right buttons. Once more Jonty's hands
played over Greg's skin as he licked the older man's nads and then at last
he took that fat cock into his mouth and began to nurse it the way he
imagined it should be done. As he kissed and licked and nibbled his hands
traveled up Greg's thighs and now he pressed a finger into his sweaty crack
until it found the ring of his desire and pushed past Greg's resistance
into the fiery heat of the interior.

`Oh buddy, you're getting me too close.' Greg protested.


Greg pulled Jonty to his feet and kissed him, tasting his musky masculinity
on the younger man's tongue.  Greg couldn't remember when last he was so
horny. He couldn't decide which he wanted more: to fuck the stud's little
peachy ass or to surrender his meaty manfulness to the rampant rod of a
virginal eighteen year old stud.  It was not often that Greg got poked but
there was something about this encounter that was pushing all his buttons.
As he kissed Greg's hands went down to Jonty's sweet little cupcakes and he
gave them a good feel, making Jonty feel faint with desire. He wondered
whether it would hurt but he knew if Greg wanted his bum there was no way
he could say no.


He was surprised when Greg knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts
down. Jonty's big cock was suddenly free of its cage and it just about took
Greg's eye out as it slapped up against his belly. Inch for inch he matched
the big man but Jonty's balls were just the size of walnuts compared to the
goose eggs that dangled below Greg's juicy cock. Greg lifted Jonty's cock
now and took both of his balls into his mouth and tongue loved them the
best way he knew how. Jonty closed his eyes and let out the horniest moan
that Greg hade ever heard in his life. He knew exactly what the sexy twink
was feeling and Greg was determined to make this, his first time, the best
he would ever know. He wanted Jonty to remember their fuck long after his
name would have slipped from Jonty's memory. Greg's big hands stroked
Jonty's smooth thighs and cupped his muffins. The tongue stud's ass was
small but fleshy and as smooth as satin. The thought of his big cock
sliding between those peachy virginal cheeks just about made the older man
blast his spunk into the dust.


Wrapping his fist around Jonty's impressively big cock Greg took it into
his mouth. He remembered how he had first caught sight, from a side angle,
of the rampant tool that Jonty had sought to hide with his book.  The
excitement that had coursed through his veins then was as nothing compared
to the excitement he felt now.  He was still undecided: cock or arse, which
did he want more? The thought of fucking Jonty's delicious bumhole, of
taking his cherry, was making him crazy but he knew if he gifted his big
butt to the young man it would be a memory that would stay with him
forever. The lust that the younger man felt over his big, hairy bum was
evident and Greg knew that the feeling of being buried deep in that warm
pit would be something that Jonty would enjoy immensely.


Greg was still undecided when he had Jonty step out of his shorts and turn
around. His pale little bum was incredibly shapely and Greg parted his
smooth cheeks and gazed at the pretty pink slit that lay behind a fringe of
dark, silky hair. It was prettier than many a pussy that Greg had seen his
lifetime. It was the kind of pucker to make grown men weak at the knees; in
times of war, or in an enforced men-only environment, even the straightest
stud would have a hard time resisting Jonty's doughnut. Just as Jonty had
sniffed him out, Greg now grooved on the young man's musk before drilling
him with his tongue.  Jonty yelped as the magical sensation set his nerves
on fire and he clung onto a tree branch as if his life depended on it. Wave
after wave of pleasure washed over him as Greg reamed his dainty arsehole
and when Greg took his magical tongue away and Jonty felt a cold slippery
sensation slithering over his puckerhole he thought he was ready. Greg's
thick, insistent finger slid into his virginal chute and made Jonty's eyes
water but soon the lube had worked its magic, letting the finger easily
glide backward and forwards through his assguts. And now Greg eased his
finger out of Jonty's hole and took a few seconds to look at the slippery
little love lips that glistened in the dappled sunlight that filtered
through the trees. Above them a bird was singing and life had never felt so
real for either man. Greg rubbed some lube into his surprisingly slender
cockhead and felt thankful in that moment that he didn't have one of those
flared mushroom caps that he had seen on some men. He stepped up to the
plate and pressed home in a long, slow, sensual glide.


Jonty gritted his teeth and stifled a cry of protest as that fat hog bit
into his ass; it felt like he was being sliced clean in two. Nobody told
him that it would hurt so bad. But now Greg was nibbling his earlobes and
this new sensation coupled with the fact that he had the sexiest man alive
right t here in his arsehole made him want to preserve. And the more Greg
licked his neck and nibbled his earlobes and whispered sweet nothings in
his ear the easier it got. Soon Greg began to gently stroke about in
Jonty's guts and the intense pain he had felt on first entry gave way to a
much more manageable ache that itself soon gave way to the most amazing
feeling in the world. Now he understood why guys did it; it wasn't just to
please your partner but to take your own pleasure. He pressed his dainty
ass back against the invading might of Greg's fat slippery cock and pressed
his ring tight against its girth and took great delight in the groan that
rose up in Greg's throat. He was doing this!  Milking this man, this
oversexed bisexual adventurer, with his hot little bubble butt and making
him moan like a manatee in heat, if indeed manatees in heat ever did moan.


They were like a machine now, working together to pleasure themselves and
each other in the cooling shade of a huge old tree on a scorching hot
summer afternoon. The heat of the day had brought out the pheromones that
had attracted them to each other and got them sniffing and licking each
other's butts like animals in the rutting season. Jonty loved the feel of
Greg's big hand on his stomach, steadying and supporting him as he
fucked. The more he relaxed the better that hot cock felt as it slid deep
into his guts. Who knew that he would have pleasure receptors buried deep
inside him, primed for the feel of a man's steel sliding over them. Greg's
hot, sweaty, furry chest was right close to his back and his magical scent
swirled directly into Jonty's brain. He was certain that this was the best
fuck in history and even if he never got another in his whole life he would
be a winner. They sweated.  They mumbled. They shivered and shuddered. And
on and on Greg's big, hard cock stroked.  Sometimes he would pull it all
the way out of Jonty's ass before gliding back in. Each time he slid back
into the slick warmth it was like having a mini orgasm and his big balls
were working closer and closer to his body.


Greg slid his hand down to Jonty's hard cock now and began to slowly jerk
the warm and silky shaft.  Jonty instinctively knew that his lover was
close and wanted them to finish together. He was more than ready. He
squeezed his vice like ring down on Greg's cock, making the older stud
groan out loud.  Over and over Jonty clamped down on that amazing cock that
had pleasured his insides so beautifully.  Now Greg's fist flew up and down
Jonty's cock creating so much friction that it warmed up quite
considerably. Greg heard the young stud gasp and he knew how the sensations
that he was producing in Jonty's ass would heighten his orgasm.

`Oh, cum for me!' Greg groaned.


He could feel his own orgasm building up, the sensations rushing out from
his groin to his brain and then overloading his nervous system. His cock
ached. His big butt pounded harder now, punching his love too deep into
Jonty's hungry butthole. The sweat dripped off their bodies, they were lost
in mumbles and sighs and gurgles: a river of lust was in spate and sweeping
them away in its tumult.  Greg gently stroked Jonty's balls with his free
hand, using feather soft touches and it was just the trigger he needed to
give Jonty the orgasm that would wedge forever in his brain. The young bull
roared as his body shuddered and a javelin of spunk flew out of his
overheated cock to land on some leaves. It was followed by another powerful
jet and then another, buckling Jonty's knees and making him whimper. The
sound of his young lover in such immense ecstasy got to Greg and he stopped
fighting the inevitable. His cock exploded deep in Jonty's guts drenching
his well used ass with a soothing balm of potent manjuice.

When they had calmed down and their breathing had return to normal Greg
eased his big cock out of Jonty's well used hole and hugged him close.

`Was that okay for you?' he asked.

`It was better than I had ever imagined it could be.' Jonty replied.

Greg's pride was fully evident in the cocky smile he had on his
face. Normally, at this point, he would tuck everything away and make ready
to leave but this was a special occasion.  He kissed Jonty very tenderly
and what started out as a slow burner soon flared into a second bout of
outright man-on-man lust. Jonty's cock was hard again; Greg couldn't
believe that he could recover so soon and he knew what he wanted to do with
it this time. He picked up the bottle of lube and made sure that Jonty
could see him working some up his big bum. When he was done he applied a
dollop to Jonty's red cockhead and worked the cooling gel into it.  Jonty
sighed as Greg's fingers worked their magic on him. He could still feel the
older man's presence, feel his spunk leaking out of his ass but now when
Greg bent over in front of him and parted those plump, pale, hairy cheeks
and invited Jonty to spear him his interest in sex was rekindled.


Greg's furry ass looked utterly amazing with all the lube slicking the
long, silky hair down and his big pucker glistening so invitingly. Jonty
was tempted to jerk off while looking at this horny
 sight but Greg repeated his invitation, with a little more urgency in his
voice this time.  Time was moving on, he was a married man and soon he
would have to start answering questions about where he had been. It didn't
take Jonty too long to figure this all out and he didn't want to let Greg
down. He rubbed his sensitive cockhead over Greg's slick asslips a couple
of times and then he sank his shaft, keeping up the pressure until he was
all the way in, just as Greg had done with him. And now as he kissed Greg's
broad neck he felt the amazing heat of his assguts transfer into his own
body through his cock. Just a short while ago he was being topped and
pumped full of air and spunk and he found it amazing to think that they had
turned things around so quickly. Looking down on Greg's broad back and
seeing the point where his suntan ended and where the hair started to sweep
into the valley of his buttcheeks was an incredible turn on, as was seeing
his thick cock slice into that beefy masculine arse.


Almost from first entry Jonty's balls began to protest; he was rubbing his
cock raw and sending signals to his cum-factory and his little nuts were
desperate for release. Experiencing the heat of a man's ass, and lusting
over Greg's perfect fuck flesh and hearing him sigh as he quickened his
pace was starting to get to Jonty. He fucked faster and faster, intent only
upon bashing one out. He needed to cum and mighty fast; this big, beautiful
bum was simply too perfect for a first-timer. His thrusting cock was
pumping so much air up Greg's ass that Jonty was convinced that people on
the other side of the river could hear it. He squelched in and out of that
hot, slippery tunnel making the most incredibly rude sounds that simply
fuelled
 his lust.

`Give it to me!' Greg growled. `Gimme your cream'

Greg's big balls and soft fleshy cock slapped about between his legs as
Jonty fucked him.  He would be shitting bricks tomorrow he knew, but he
didn't mind. This young stud's passion and vigor was something to
behold. It made Greg mighty proud to think that his big, beefy arse would
be the receptacle of Jonty's first spew inside another man. He could tell
that Jonty was close and he urged him on, desperate to get that big cock
out of his aching hole but not before it had spewed the sexy twinks' fuck
sauce up inside his guts.  He looked forward to the feeling of driving home
with another man's jism leaking out of his abused hole. Jonty fucked faster
and deeper the closer he got to the edge and Greg tried to help him along
by clamping down on his rigid rod.

`Oooh yeah!' Jonty moaned and Greg knew he had won the battle.


After a final kiss and hug the two men dressed and drove back into
town. Jonty was floating on air as the memories of his first fuck tumbled
around his brain.

`Happy?' Greg asked as he watched the smile play across Jonty's pretty
face.

`More than you will ever know.' Jonty replied.

`I hope you get things together with your boyfriend.' Greg told him.

`He is not my boyfriend.' Jonty replied.

`Yeah, but you want him to be, don't you? I hope things work out for you
two.' Greg said, and then softly, after a pause `but I hope you never
forget me.'

`No chance of that.' Jonty replied. `Let's see, my first kiss, my first
butt-sniff,' he counted things off on his fingers `my first rimming, the
first cock in my mouth and arse and the first mouth and arse that I've ever
fucked! Mister, there's not much chance of me ever forgetting you.'


He was a little sad when Greg dropped him off a few blocks from home. Greg
leaned in close and gave him a very quick kiss on the lips. Instinctively
Jonty opened his lips to receive Greg's tongue but it was already
over. After Greg gave him a quick squeeze of his thigh Jonty climbed out of
the car and said goodbye. He stood rooted to the spot and watch Greg drive
off into the setting sun. Already he was moving from reality into memory
but what a damn fine memory he was.

					*

The next time Jonty went to the library it was busy so all he got was a
quick flash of a smile from Kevin. Deflation crushed his ego as he walked
away from the library. He had planned out what he was going to say to Kevin
and in his mind's eye it had all been perfect. Instead all he got was a
quick hi and bye. Could this be the same object of his affection, the love
of his life? Jonty was tempted to go out to the place where the horny guys
hung out. Perhaps there would be some furry, big butted stud out there that
would want him, a man that would have time for him and give him the
attention that he craved from Kevin. Realizing that he was now looking for
excuses to do the thing he promised himself he would not do again he went
home and tried to think up a better plan to win Kevin's heart.


A week dragged by. Jonty felt he could now try again without seeming too
desperate. He went back to the library and this time it was empty. Kevin
was friendly and they chatted about this and that, and nothing in
particular. When it came time to leave Jonty was just so pleased at how
well things had gone between them that he forgot to ask Kevin out like he
had intended to. And somehow it seemed to work better that way; he would
stop by the library every week and he and Kevin would laugh and chat and it
was all so easy and relaxed. Jonty fell deeper and deeper in love with his
sexy red-head as the weeks went by but before long desire began to raise
its horny head.  He realized that it he didn't get some action soon his
blue balls would simply explode.


On pay day he went over to the library and as soon as he had said hello
asked Kevin if he would like to go out for a meal. The blush that rouged
Kevin's alabaster skin was so fierce that Jonty was afraid he might pop a
blood vessel. It was as if he had made the most inappropriate suggestion
and poor Jonty squirmed as he waited for a reply.

`When you say go out for a meal, do you mean like... on a date?' Kevin
asked at last.

The words sounded strange on his lips. Jonty hadn't really thought of
dating a guy; he just wanted to make this man his and to love him and bed
him but somehow he felt a little embarrassed at the thought of asking Kevin
out on a date!

`Yeah...kinda...I guess so.' Jonty struggled with his reply.

Well, do you like me or not?' Kevin demanded.

`You know I do.' Jonty said as he felt his own cheeks flush.

`Well, you showed me that just the one time but I thought you had lost
interest.'  Kevin continued.

`No, no.' Jonty told him. `I've not lost interest; it's just that I wanted
to do it properly.  You know, not just rush in...'

`I'll be ready at seven.' Kevin beamed.


Jonty felt a strange nervousness as he walked into the darkened interior of
the restaurant with Kevin. What would they make of two guys dining
together, he wondered? That nervousness was soon replaced by shock as he
looked at the prices on the menu. He sure as hell hoped that Kevin didn't
have expensive tastes as he would be washing dishes for a month if he did.
How the hell could food cost so much, Jonty wondered. Kevin was still
reading through the wine list when suddenly the waiter appeared with a
bottle of wine.

`The gentleman would like you to accept this wine.' He said as he
discreetly nodded in the direction of the corner of the room that Jonty had
his back to. `It comes highly recommended.

Kevin looked at the wine and approved.

`Wow, that's fifty bucks a bottle. Tell him I said thank you.' Kevin
replied.


The waiter uncorked the wine and asked Jonty if he would like to taste it
but as he hadn't a clue what he was supposed to be tasting he told Kevin to
do it. As soon as the waiter withdrew Jonty asked Kevin why he was sent a
bottle of wine.

`Oh, I did him a big favor once.' Kevin replied and the started enthusing
about the wine.

The ugly green monster stirred in Jonty's belly. Who was the man and what
was the favor, he wondered. Turning around he looked in the direction the
waiter had indicated and saw him!  His heart skipped a beat and he felt a
strange tightening in his gut and chest. There, looking as handsome as fuck
dressed in suit and tie was none other than Greg and sat across from him
was an incredibly beautiful, sophisticated looking woman. Wife, or
mistress, Jonty wondered. And suddenly it dawned on him: the wine might
have been intended for him and yet Kevin thought that he was the
recipient. And if Kevin was the recipient, what was the favor that he had
done for Greg?

`What kind of favor?' he asked Kevin.

`Oh it was nothing.' He waved a hand as if to dismiss it. `Thank you for
bringing me here; it's very sweet of you.'


Jonty was restless. He was torn between feeling jealous that perhaps Kevin
had been with Greg but strangely, considering that he thought he was so
hopelessly in love with Kevin, he was even more jealous of the woman that
was with Greg. He wished it was he sitting at that table, feeling Greg's
big paw placed over his hand and gazing into those sexy eyes. How could any
one man look so good in both tiny rugby shorts and an evening suit? And try
as he might to snap out of it he could not. At last he stood up, excused
himself and went to the bathroom just to give himself a minute or two to
clear his head. This was madness: here he was out on his first date with
the guy he loved and all he could think of was the crazy, sexy fuck he had
had out in the bushes with the big bear of the man who was now dining with
his wife.

Jonty was lost in thought as he stood at the urinal taking a leak when
suddenly he aware of someone sliding up to the urinal beside him.

`Was the wine any good?' the deep voice filled the small room.

`You sent the wine to Kevin?' Jonty couldn't keep the petulance out of his
voice.

`It was for both of you.' Came the reply. `I guessed he must be your
special friend.'

`But you fucked him too, right?'

And even as he asked this Jonty could not help looking down at the thick,
brown cock in Greg's hand and watching as he snaked back his foreskin
before letting a powerful jet of piss start splashing the porcelain. Damn,
why did that thing turn him on so bad?

`No !' Never.' Greg replied.

`So what's the favor he did you?'

`Favor?'

`Yeah, the waiter brought the wine over and said the gentleman in the
corner had sent it.  I couldn't see who it was but Kevin could. He said he
had done you a favor once, that was why you had sent the wine over. And
when I looked over I saw it was you.'

`Aah that, I `d almost forgotten.' He was shaking his fat hog off now.

The sight of that beautiful slab of man-meat was about to be tucked away
was too much for Jonty; he reached out and took it in his hand and
delighted in the feel of its warmth and weight.

Greg smiled and reached over and cupped a hand around Jonty's little bubble
butt.

`We'd better get back huh? Before they send out a rescue party!'

Reluctantly Jonty let go of Greg's cock and tucked his wood away as he
watched Greg put his own cock back in its cage.

`What was the favor?' he persevered.

`I had taken a book out of the library for work and then forgot all about
it as I never read a thing. When my wife found it one day she insisted I
take it back. When your friend told me what the fine would be for bringing
the book back so late I wanted to kick myself; I could have bought the damn
book two times over. And oh,' Greg paused `I get it now. I've just figured
out why it happened! While I was standing there trying to get out of this I
suddenly had an itch in my crotch and I stuck my hand down inside my shorts
and gave my balls a good scratch. I apologized to him but he just blushed
beet red and said to forget about the fine.'

`So you didn't fuck him?' Jonty asked.

`I swear not.' Greg told him.

`Gimme a kiss,' the words were out of Jonty's mouth before he knew what he
was saying.

Greg leaned in and gave him just the briefest kiss full on the
lips. Instinctively Jonty opened his mouth but already Greg was
withdrawing.

`You don't need somebody like me,' Greg said sadly. `You've got your
special friend out there and you two look good together. I think you're the
kind of guy that needs more than just a quick fuck under the trees once a
month so you go get him, tiger!'


And then after a quick, light punch on the arm Greg was gone. Jonty was in
shock. The intensity of the emotion he felt, the desire he felt for Greg,
was overwhelming. He splashed cold water onto his face and tried to calm
himself down. When he got back to the table he noticed that Greg and his
companion were just leaving. He forced himself to look away or else he
would have betrayed hi lovesick puppy state to the man who was supposed to
be the center of his world.

`You were gone a long time.' Kevin told him when he sat down.

`Sorry. My stomach feels a bit funny.' Jonty lied.

`You're not nervous about anything, are you?'

`Yeah actually I am a bit nervous.' Jonty said. `You know...first date and
all that.

`There's nothing to be nervous about. If the main course is as good as the
starter and the wine I don't think I could say no to anything you might
want to ask me later.'

`Really?' Jonty asked, feeling guilty now for touching Greg's beefy cock
and for wanting him so bad.

`Yes, really. You're a bit of a mystery Jonty Miller but I like you loads.'

`A mystery? Why do you say that?'

`Well first off you appear out of nowhere and grab my attention by showing
me that massive boner tenting your flimsy shorts then after that you back
off and chat like we're just pals.  And then just when I've given up hope
you invite me on a date. And then you disappear into the john for the
longest time at the same time that the guy who bought us the wine was in
there...'

`I was just saying thank you.' Jonty told him as he felt sweat prickle his
upper lip.

`What, by giving him a blowjob?' Kevin asked.

`The man was here with his wife.' Jonty pointed out. `He was telling me
about how you let him off his library fine.'

`Sorry, I'm just being silly. Forgive me.' Kevin's voice was soft and
small.

`Nothing to forgive.' Jonty replied as he reached out and quickly patted
Kevin's hand.


The rest of the meal was perfect. The food was good and Jonty had a slight
buzz from the wine.  He and Kevin had reached some new level of
understanding and what was best was that he knew he was going to get laid!
It had been a long time coming. As they made their way through ridiculously
huge slices of cheesecake thoughts of Greg started to fade from Jonty's
mind to be replaced by ones of making love to the beautiful guy sitting
across from him.  How lucky it was that Kevin had his own apartment,
thought Jonty. And then his mind started to get away from him: Kevin had
his own apartment and that was because he was a year older than Jonty and
had been working a year longer. And if he was a year older might he also
have a year's head start in the mating game? Suddenly he had to know.


`You ever been with a guy?' Jonty whispered as he leaned in across the
table.

`Just this one guy.' Kevin replied.

`What happened with him?'

`Nothing really. It wasn't going anywhere; he was married but I didn't know
that at the start.  How about you?'

`Pretty much the same. The dude was married.' Jonty felt suddenly older
than his years.

`No more married men, huh?' Kevin said. `Unless...' he held up his hand and
wriggled his ring finger.

`You know I would if it was legal.' Jonty replied.

`Really!' Kevin's face was so red that Jonty could almost feel the heat on
his side of the table.

They were back on track. He really was keen on this sexy blushing red head
but had allowed himself to be momentarily distracted by a big beefy cock
from the past. But now he would make it up to Kevin. Jonty's heart thumped
in his chest as they paid the bill and walked back to Kevin's apartment.
He want to stop right there under the street lights and kiss his man but
that would be tempting providence in their conservative town.


Once they were safely inside Kevin's living room Jonty pulled him close and
kissed him full on those ripe, red lips. He felt Kevin's sweet soft lips
part and Jonty pushed his tongue into his lover's mouth.  Oh the thrill of
it! It swept through his body like wild fire, setting his nerves jangling
and his big fat cock a-throbbing in his pants. He had to have Kevin now; it
couldn't wait a minute longer.  Reluctantly Jonty broke off their kiss and
started unbuttoning Kevin's shirt. His lover's skin was as smooth and pale
as marble with not a hair or a blemish to spoil the glide of Jonty's hand
over that flat expanse of skin. His nipples were two tiny pink nubs and his
belly taut and sexy. Jonty got down on his knees and kissed Kevin's belly
button and heard him gasp. He was so close to the object of his desire but
Jonty decided to resist a little longer. He stood up again and carefully
took Kevin's shirt off his body. Lifting Kevin's arms Jonty attempted to
kiss his almost smooth armpits but Kevin dissolved in a fit of giggles and
dropped his arms. Pulling Kevin down onto the carpet the two young studs
wrestled with each other and felt their hard cocks crushed up against each
other. Hands grabbed at butts and hips ground and thrust while love, heat,
tenderness and pure animal lust were mixed together and reflected in their
eyes as they gazed at each other.

`I want you...' it was Kevin whose need peaked first.


Jonty quickly stripped his lover naked and drank in the beauty of his naked
flesh for the first time.  Just as Jonty had imagined Kevin had very little
pubic hair, just a few long ginger wisps swirled around the base of his
manhood. But what a cock it was! Pale and fleshy with a full foreskin that
kept the cockhead hidden from view, Jonty thought it a work of art and
guessed it to be about seven inches long. It wasn't quite as fat as his but
it was a very healthy and potent looking prod and hanging loose below was a
set of smooth, fat nuts that put his own tiny balls to shame. Jonty pushed
Kevin down on the settee and got between his legs. Pushing them up in the
air he parted Kevin's satin smooth cheeks and found himself just inches
away from the prettiest little pink rosebud that he could ever
imagine. Lust overwhelmed him as he let his face fall into Kevin's crack;
it was clean and smelled only of soap and Jonty felt slightly cheated and
very guilty as he compared it to Greg's musky, furry manhole.


Kevin cried out in delight as once more he experienced the amazing
sensation of a man's tongue burrowing into his sluthole. This time thought
it was ten times better than the last time because he was being rimmed by
the man he loved. Holding his legs up in the air he gave Jonty free reign
and the pair worked each other up into frenzy. Jonty came off Kevin's cock
now and reached for his big, pale cock. He slowly stretched the foreskin
back and a strong whiff of cock-juices filled his nostrils. Slowly, slowly
he eased the tight skin back over the shiny red knob and caught sight of a
waxy deposit trapped under the flared ridge. The potent smell had Jonty's
head in a spin; j ust as Greg's hairy butt had driven his lust to intense
heights the sight and smell of Kevin's stinky cock-cheese got Jonty really
worked up. His rational mind told him that this was just plain wrong but he
was so sexed up that he knew that somehow that pungent smell had entered
his brain by some older, baser route that he had no control over. He rubbed
at the cheese and worked it off Kevin's slimy redhead intensifying the
pungent aroma in the process and about making Kevin jump out of his skin as
his sensitive cock-knob was manipulated in this way. He was on the edge of
cumming and as soon as Jonty took his overexcited cock into his warm mouth
Kevin spewed forth a massive load of spunk. Jonty swallowed fast to keep
from gagging and nursed his lover's cock when he was done cumming while
trying to decipher the component parts of the strange taste in his mouth.

`I'm sorry...' Kevin said. `You were just too good.'

`That's okay. Nothing to be sorry about.' Jonty told him as he sat next to
him and hugged him close.


Jonty was certain that the moment was over and that he would have to
satisfy himself with a quick wank in the bathroom before bedtime but he was
wrong. Kevin pulled away from their embrace and got down between Jonty's
legs and started licking his balls. Jonty sighed in appreciation as Kevin's
tongue swirled over his sensitive little orbs while his hands played up and
down his thighs. Now Kevin took Jonty's fat hog into his mouth and teased
his tongue around the crown.  That thick cock throbbed in Kevin's mouth and
Jonty's brain was suddenly invaded by the memory of sliding into Greg's
warm assguts. The man was like a panther prowling through the nighttime of
Jonty's imagination; what would it take to make him go away? The answer
came soon enough.

`I want you to fuck me.' Kevin said as he looked up into Jonty's eyes.


The pair just about tripped over their feet in their haste to get to the
bedroom.  As soon as they were on the bed Jonty parted Kevin's cheeks and
kissed his little love-lips once more. Soon he would be gliding past the
defense of that puckered ring and into the heat of his lover's chute: the
thought of it got Jonty's cock so excited that it threatened to spew as it
rubbed up against the duvet. Judging Kevin to be ready he asked if he had
any lube and quickly accepted the little bottle with trembling fingers. He
squeezed out a cold gloop of stuff and rubbed it against Kevin's hot hole
making it glisten in the most inviting way. Applying more lube to his
fingertip Jonty now pushed into his man, owning him and letting him know
what was coming his way. Kevin greedily accepted Jonty's finger, wriggling
around on it and clamping his ring down on it and that was more than Jonty
could bear. He grunted in satisfaction as his fat cock sliced into the
warmth of Kevin's slicked up chute. Kevin's grunt was more one of protest
rather than pleasure but he knew that he had to ride it out, that it would
get better; after all, he was offering up his body to his lover in the most
intimate way for the very first time. The memory of this lovemaking session
would stay with them for all time.


Now that Jonty was buried to the bone he remembered his initial discomfort
at having a man sliding about inside his ass and he made a determined
effort to be gentler. The pair soon found their rhythm and the pain in
Kevin's stretched asshole disappeared to be replaced by the most amazing
sensations. He couldn't believe that all he had to do was lie there and
enjoy them: he would probably do this for his worst enemy if felt that
good, but doing it for his first love intensified the pleasure.  And when
Jonty started nibbling his earlobes and whispering sweet nothings in his
ear the experience was ramped up a few more notches.  He remembered his
excitement on seeing Jonty's cock tenting his shorts back in the library
that day; it was love and lust at first sight. Now that juicy cock was
inside him, filling him up and cementing their love. Kevin couldn't think
of anything that could make him happier.


Jonty looked down at Kevin's slender shoulders and his pale, smooth back
and his fiery red thatch of hair. How much he loved this dude! And how much
he loved stroking off in his peachy little ass! Kevin was writhing about
underneath him now and Jonty could feel him clamping down on his big cock
and he knew he couldn't last long. Pride filled his breast: they had done
it, they had overcome the obstacles and established a bond and now his
lover's beautiful asshole was milking the very seed out of his body. He
could feel his orgasm building up and spreading through his body; he curled
his toes and panted hard as he thrust, thrust, thrust...his tiny balls were
drawn up tight, sweat dripped from his brow and a spasm momentarily
twitched his own asshole and then he saw stars as his cock exploded and
offloaded such a powerful jet of thick, hot spunk that it made his cock
ache. He cried out loud as his balls drained and collapsed in a heap on
Kevin's back. The spent pair lay in a heap while their breathing returned
to normal and luxuriated in the afterglow of their first proper fuck.


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