Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2001 04:53:27 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: The importance of being early

The importance of being early

by einhard (M/M, oral, anal)


PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the stuff they do, never happened.

I knew it was early, but I just had to get going. My roommate was endlessly
jabbering on about all his woes: Parents, girlfriend, the lack of money, his
crappy car, boring classes. You know how that can be. Pleasant as he is most
days, today I just couldn't stand the sight nor sound of him.

And I had a date. I tell you, trying to keep a relationship working at long
distance is not easy, but this weekend, my girlfriend was visiting. She had
professional business in town the following week, and had decided to come
down on Friday afternoon to allow us to roll in the hay and have some fun.
She's older than me, but only by two years, which means she's 22. (Is your
brain churning to figure out my age? I'll give you a hint: I'm 20.)

She had told me she'd probably arrive by 6 p.m., and we'd made a date for 9,
but after Cody (my roommate) went into his whining mood (or "mode") I
decided to surprise her a bit early. Me and the little buddy I keep between
my legs. We were both ready for some action, baby!

I got to the hotel and asked for Linda Perkins' room. I thought the clerk
said 418, but he can't have, because it wasn't. I need to get my damned ears
checked. Linda told me lots of times I need hearing aids, but so far I've
hesitated. I mean, how uncool would that look on a guy my age?

In any case, the two receptacles of sound must have betrayed me, 'cause this
person in the door, looking me over in an appreciative manner, was not my
girlfriend. In fact, this was no girl at all. He looked like he could be a
little over thirty. Looked nice, though. No excess body fat, no grey in his
hair, well dressed. I hoped I might look like that in 10-15 years' time.

"That was quick. And very nice, too. Come on in," he told me. I could have
sworn he was winking seductively at me. As I just stood there, saying
nothing, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in. Not rough, but
businesslike, as if to say "We ain't got all night here! What's your name?
I'm Bill, from Vancouver."

"Err, Tom, but I think..."

"Less of the thinking. I'm not paying for that. You wanna undress yourself
or should I? I like doing that."

Oh, hell and damnation! Did he think I was a rentboy? The mind boggled.
Probably a little too long, because the next thing I knew, was his hands
stroking my dick and ass on top of my jeans. My little buddy liked that. It
had been more than a year since the last time I messed with a guy
(pre-Linda, that was), but I had always enjoyed it.

"I think you..." I started. I meant to tell him there was a
misunderstanding, but suddenly my hand was holding a massive piece of flesh.
I glanced down at the almost-hard cock that was sticking out of his pants.
Oh, fuck! What a beauty! To hell with misunderstandings, I just had to have
it.

I sank to my knees, the appropriate position for worship. Separating my
lips, I tried to take it in, only to have it snatched from me.

"Uh-uh!" He wagged his fingers. "Undress first. Can I do it, please?" This
last came out in almost a pleading tone, reminding me of the seventeen-year
old who'd begged me to allow him his first access to a man's ass last
winter. It was cute, dammit!

I got to my feet again. He quickly removed my thick jacket and tossed it on
a chair. The shirt was different. With him stroking my shoulders and arms, I
shivered in delight. He unbuttoned the sleeves, then moved to my waist, and
proceeded to pull the shirt up. He used his fingertips, letting them slide
from below the waistband and up, gradually easing the fabric out of the
jeans. It was a bit rough, and not all that comfortable, but in my aroused
state I found it incredibly hot with those strong fingers kneading my
stomach, my sides and my back. The goosebumps weren't visible, but I could
feel them, all right.

The buttons were undone in a flash, and the shirt joined my jacket on the
chair. The T-shirt was removed in a similar way, only this time with his
palms gently sliding over the whole of my upper body. Oooohh! I'd have to
try this on Linda.

"Sit down on the bed!"

I did as told, and he removed my boots and socks. Hoping to have my feet
massaged a bit, I was disappointed, but then he ordered me up and went to
work on the fly buttons. Not that that was very hot, but the other hand
rubbing my ass was. He kept it up after the pants were down in a heap by my
ankles, making me squirm and ooze pre-cum like I'd never done with Linda.

All of a sudden, I was falling backwards, landing on the bed. In a swift
motion, he removed the bunched-up jeans, leaving me wearing only briefs. My
boner was outlined clearly, and as if that wasn't enough, there was a big
damp spot in front to demonstrate my excitement.

He left me for a moment to get out of his own clothes. All my fears of
excessive body hair, ugly tattoos or such like left me as this big man
revealed himself. He wasn't entirely smooth like me, but there was only a
light covering of dark hair on his well-toned chest and flat belly. Not a
grizzly, a teddy-bear.

"You want this in your mouth, kid?" His meat was sticking almost straight
out in front of him. Eight, maybe nine inches. Oh, yes! Not many people
know, but I'm a size queen. This would be the biggest since Gary, an old
buddy from back home, had fed me his ten inches over and over again during
high school. I only hoped my mouth and ass remembered old tricks.

Bill straddled my chest, almost poking my eyes out with the big thing. This
time, he allowed me full access at once, and in a minute, I was happily
gobbling up my first piece of man-meat in a long time. Too long.

"Oooh! You're good, kid. You've done this before, right? Yeah, keep sucking
me! Just like that, take it all!"

None of the old skills had left me, and I was deep-throating him, pushing
the head towards my glottis. Just like riding a bicycle; once learned, never
forgotten.

"Hmm! Hunhh! Woooh! Man, I can't remember the last time anybody sucked me
this good! I'm gonna cum in a minute. Don't worry, I'll pull out before I
do. Just keep suckin', boy!"

I slowed down just a little. Of course, bringing a guy to orgasm with just
my mouth had always been a skill I prided myself in, but it tasted so good!
I couldn't let him out just yet.

It only lasted about twenty seconds more, though, to my regret. Quickly, he
withdrew, sat back, and with a couple of jerk-off motions drenched my chest,
throat and chin with the thick man-juice I hadn't known I missed so much.

"Shiitt! Haaah! Fuck! That's...oh! Yeah!" Not intelligent conversation, but
when you're shaking all over, and your cock is in the process of spitting
out a gallon or so of cum, you don't want to make speeches.

He gave me a huge grin.

"That was a very fine performance, Tom. I'm thinkin' you've tasted big ones
before, right?"

"Sure have", I mumbled, hoping he'd be up for another session in my other
opening.

"Now, let me catch my breath a bit, and we'll try if this old asshole can
give your young prick a good time, hmm?"

Wow! I thought rentboys didn't get to fuck their customers. My still
brief-clad boner oozed a bit more.

Bill came out from the bathroom carrying two towels, and tossed one to me.

"Here! You can wipe yourself down a bit. Wouldn't do to meet your next
customer with lots of dried cum on you." He chuckled a bit.

"Actually, I don't have any other customers tonight. I got a date with my
girlfriend at nine."

"What?" He looked dumbfounded for a minute, then roared with laughter.

"That's a good one! You know, I used to finance my dates with girls like
that, too. Having sex with guys for money, then going out to spend it on
some chick. Good to see the customs of old are being kept up."

I thought of telling him I wasn't on that game, but decided not to. And
anyway, it was a good idea. Maybe I should give it a try. There were bound
to be good agencies in a big city like this, and I could do with the money.
With the sex, too.

"I guess it's time to get back to work, don't you?" He waved a condom packet
and a jar of lube at me. I nodded like crazy, pulling my briefs off.

"Hey! Looks like somebody is looking forward to his treat." Another huge
grin, and I blushed profusely.

"No need to be shy. And this one's a real beauty, too." He gave my cock a
friendly tug. I'd always been in two minds about it. It's six inches and not
very fat, and as a young teenager my only wish was to have a bigger one. But
a succession of lovers, male and female, had told me it was beautiful, and
not to worry about the size. And it is. So, I've learned to enjoy what I've
got, rather than wishing in vain for more.

"Now, I like this", he told me, turning around to place his ass-crack almost
right in my face. "You up to that?"

"You mean a rim job?" I asked, surprised. I hadn't performed one of those
for at least three years.

"That's right? Okay with you?"

"It sure is." That pucker, with a light dressing of dark hairs around it,
looked very tasty to me.

"So what are we waiting for?"

"Beats me." With that, I grabbed his hips and went to work. The taste and
smell of a man's clean ass, mercy! It's to die for.

He certainly didn't seem to have any objections to what I was doing, judging
from the moans, groans and little squeaks I could hear. He probably was
pretty loud, but with my failing ears, I couldn't really tell for sure.

I was well into tongue-fucking him, darting in and out of his rectum, when I
felt something warm on my cock-head. It was hard to figure out what it was
at first, because it felt like he was squeezing it and not getting very far.
And then it dawned on me: He was putting the condom on with his lips! I knew
it could be done, but I'd never tried it. Nice!

I scooped up some lube and stuck a finger inside him. Wiggling it a bit, I
found the prostate. The moans increased, and I thought I felt a small amount
of precum dribbling onto me. Another finger, and he lifted off my cock,
whimpering. I slid them in and out a few times, really getting into this
finger-fucking business, when he moved, causing both fingers to slip out.

"Fuck me, Tom!" he gurgled. "Fill me!"

Well, I never thought of my little (it's pretty average, really) dick as
able to fill up a big man, but when you got one on his knees and elbows,
begging for it, you don't quibble about things like that.

I got on my knees, too. On one knee, actually, with one foot resting on the
bed. Quickly greasing the rubbered fuck tool, I moved in. 

"Yeah, stick it in me! Go, boy, go!"

I pushed, and the orifice opened with ease. Five seconds, and all of it was
inside. He squeezed. Woo! I had to concentrate on breathing evenly and
relaxing. It wouldn't be long before I filled up the rubber, but I wanted to
get a real fuck out of it.

Carefully, I pulled out. Then back in. And out. And in. Out, in, out...It
was good to be back!

"Oh, yeah! Long and slow, that's what I like best. Do it, Tom! Fuck this old
ass!"

I had the perfect view of my own cock giving him what he wanted. With these
slow strokes, I even had the illusion of size, like it was a lot bigger than
it really is. I soon had to close my eyes, though. The impressions of all
the senses at once would send me over the edge much too soon.

Not being able to see only sharpened the other senses, of course, especially
feel and smell. There's nothing like the smell of men in heat. Chicks smell
good, too, but two guys enjoying sex together is simply the greatest, of
which fact I was being reminded.

"I can't last much longer, Bill. I'm gonna cum, real soon!"

"Yeah, just go! Then I'll fuck your hot little ass afterwards."

That thought was enough. Two mighty shoves, and I was unloading inside the
condom. I came, and came, and came, shaking violently all the time. Shit!
I'd never cum this hard with Linda.

Pulling out slowly, holding on to the condom, I fell back on the bed.

"Whew! That was really something, Bill!"

"Weeelll", he purred. "It's nice to discover an old guy can still turn on
youngsters. And it's always a good thing to meet someone who loves his
work."

I snorted. My work! Well, okay, maybe it would be my work from now on.

"Let's get that thing off you." He pointed to the condom, and I pulled it
off, wincing a bit as the rubber slid over the sensitive head.

"If you feel ready, I'd like to fuck you now", he told me, an uncertain look
in his eyes.

Did I? I felt a bit beat, and I knew my prostate would be enlarged and extra
sensitive, but then the offer was too good to resist, and I rolled onto my
stomach.

"You can fuck me anytime you want, Bill. Feed me your long, fat hog, man!"

"Just like that?"

"Yeah. You don't have to worry about loosening me up. I'm really relaxed
now, so just you go!"

"I'm gonna love this."

I craned my neck to look at him. The monster was bone hard, and in the
process of getting dressed. Pretty soon, the rubber and the lube was on. He
greased me up quickly, and lay down on top of me. Yess! There was the head,
poking at my entrance, trying to find it's way. I reached back to help him
with the aim, and... yeaaah! Hallelujah!

He was entering, and I felt the exquisite blend of pain, lust and fullness
that comes with a fuck from a biggie.

"I'm in", he whispered.

"I know. I can feel it. Now fuck me!"

I used to love getting fucked in this position. It allows me to feel the
underside of the cock massaging my prostate. And when the prostate itself is
engorged and sensitive from a recent orgasm, it gets really wild. I'd
forgotten just how wild. He quickly got into his rhythm. Heavy. That was the
word for it. Heavy strokes of the cock working in me, his full weight on my
body. He wasn't a giant, but he was heavy. This feeling of having the breath
squeezed out of me by the weight of a man is...wicked! Or something.

He kept going for quite a while, with me getting more and more excited. My
own cock was rock hard again, and the friction of the sheets, combined with
him inside me and on top of me was driving me towards the edge once more. I
was starting to understand what these religious mystics were on about when
they talked about different levels of consciousness, 'cause that's what it
felt like.

Just as I thought the next shove would cause me to squirt my cum into the
sheets, he groaned loudly, and I could feel him twitching in my ass. He'd
cum, and with me so close! I screamed out my frustration, causing the
sphincter to contract violently. He gave an animal scream in return, at
which I sort of giggled spontaneously. Maybe he hadn't been able to bring me
to a second orgasm, but I sure had made him feel the power of his. Cool!

He pulled out, gasping.

"Wow! That was the hardest I've cum in years. When you clenched your ass
just as I was unloading, I thought it would be the death of me."

I giggled again. "I didn't plan it. It was frustration, really, 'cause I was
so close to cumming myself, and then you stopped."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I didn't know. You want me to help you?"

"I guess." He was about to take me in his hand, when another thought struck
me, and I gestured to him to stop.

"Wait! Don't! I'd like to keep this feeling for a while, and give my
girlfriend a real treat later on."

He grinned at me again. "I know what you mean. It pays to keep the women
happy." Glancing at his watch, he scowled.

"Time's up. Guess I'll have to pay you now, so you can be on your way. The
agency said you'd give me a receipt."

Shit! I'd forgotten about the money side of this. Oh well, the beans had to
be spilled.

"Uh, Bill, there's something I need to tell you. I'm not from any agency,
and I hadn't planned to come here tonight, either. I was knocking on Linda's
door, my girlfriend's door, I mean. Or I thought I was, but I must have
mixed up the room numbers."

"Huh?"

"I've cheated you, Bill."

"Ha! Well, I'll be damned."

I watched him nervously. Would he beat me up or something?

He laid his head back and laughed again.

"So that means there's another guy comin' up here tonight? I thought you
were a bit early."

"You're not mad at me, then?"

"Of course not. You just gave me the best sex I've had for a very long time.
And to think I get to do it again with another young guy. Even if he isn't
hot, I can just relive what I did to you. Oh, yeah! This will be a night to
remember, that's for sure. But I still feel I need to pay you, though."

"Really, you don't have to, Bill."

"Maybe not, but I want to. Now get dressed, and I'll go fetch my wallet from
the safe deposit box down in reception."

"Well, okay." I still wasn't sure about this, but his departure gave me time
to get dressed and think a bit. In a discussion, it's usually not good to be
naked, especially if the other party is dressed.

He returned, waving green bills in my face. "Here, Tom. The price I agreed
to pay the boy from the agency is 200 bucks. I wanna give you 300. Take it,
please!"

"You sure you want to and that you can afford it?"

"I got loads of money, and I guess you don't. Still in college or something,
right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Take it. It will please me, and you can get something nice for your
girlfriend."

Of course I took it. As I left, we made a tentative deal to meet again the
next time he was coming to town, and he made sure to give me the phone
number for the agency he was using, in case I wanted work.

Employment in the sex industry would in any case be a thing of the future.
Tonight I had a date. I spent some of Bill's dollars buying Linda flowers,
and then some on a new pair of briefs for me. A pair that didn't reek of the
hot encounter I'd had with a man earlier. My mind reeked of it, though,
something that Linda got to feel later that night. Three times.


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, February 2001. All rights
reserved.

Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com