Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 05:25:15 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: The Carnal Things

The carnal things (t/t, oral, anal)

by einhard


I was disappointed. I was 17, and I had dreamed about sticking my dick in
some pussy, or of getting a blowjob, for years. Now, I'd had a blowjob, and
I was disappointed. Being a teenager in a family of born-again Christians is
not the ideal position when all you seem able to think of, is sex. But I'd
had a girlfriend for almost a year now, and I had finally persuaded her that
the oral stuff wasn't really very sinful. Anyway, it wasn't half as sinful
as full penetration. I guess she was hot for me, too. If I were her, I would
be. I mean, I'm hot, even if I do say so myself.

So, here I was, on my own bed. Only an hour ago, I'd been over at Cathy's
house, getting my dick sucked. I really didn't know what to expect. Was she
doing it wrong? Maybe that was it. She hadn't exactly had a lot of practice.
Yeah, that must be it.

I'd had to bring her off, too. With my tongue. I guess I did it right,
because she sure was moaning and shaking a lot. I don't think that was a
fake orgasm. But you know what? It didn't taste good. A bit yucky, to tell
the truth.

Ah, well, better get some sleep. Fishing trip with Steve in the morning.
Good thing the weather was nice. It might mean we wouldn't get a lot of
fish, but the trip should be good.

Next morning, at 6:30, I was waiting in the drive as Steve rode up on his
bike. He was 17, too, and his folks were just as religious as mine. That's
how the families had met only two months ago, at a meeting.

"Hi, Barry", he told me, flashing that smile of his in my direction. Damn,
there was that little shake in the knees again. I hoped he wouldn't notice,
but I always seemed to go weak in the knees when he smiled at me. When he
looked at me, in fact. Frankly I found this disturbing.

"Hi!"

"You ready?"

"Sure."

"Hop on your bike, then."

A minute later, we were both riding along with the summer wind in our hair.
There wasn't much point in driving where we were going, because it was only
two miles to the spot where we left the road and entered the woods. Then, a
four mile walk to our fishing spot.

I made sure I walked in front, or else he might have noticed the bulge in my
shorts. Why was this happening? I never got hot looking at or thinking of
any other guy, just Steve.

As we reached the spot, I looked back at him. He was blushing! What was that
all about?

We sat down side by side, our backs to the old, fat tree on the banks of the
little lake where I usually went fishing. This was the first time Steve had
been up here.

I noticed he took his time sitting down, and he seemed to be rummaging in
his pockets a lot.

"Just adjusting the family jewels", he told me, with another blush and a
goofy grin. Now I was blushing.

"Yeah, you want to look after those," I answered lamely.

We were silent for a while. Maybe he was admiring the scenery, I don't know.
For my part, I was having disturbing thoughts again.

"So, you were over at Cathy's last night, huh?" he asked me.

"Uh-huh."

"Any action?"

"What do you mean, action?"

"You know, carnal things."

I had to giggle a little about that. His dad used to warn him to stay away
from sex before marriage. I guess he had noticed the girls tended to hang
around Steve a lot. The thing is, the old fusser was too shy to say " sex".
He always muttered about "carnal things". It was kind of a joke with us.

"It's really none of your business, Steve", I said.

"Ow, c'm on! You've only been telling me of your burning ambition to get
into her pants all day and every day for the two months I've known you. You
can't back out now."

Now, that was an exaggeration. But I had told him about my non-existent sex
life and my aspirations with Cathy. He had a point.

"Okay, then, we had sex. Of a sort."

"Of a sort? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oral things", I mumbled. I couldn't keep down a small giggle, though.

"You mean you got a blowjob?"

I was sure every inch of me was the color of beetroot by now.

"Yeah, and I gave her an orgasm with my tongue."

"Wow!" he whispered. "Did you cum in her mouth?"

"Uh, no. She got off just before I came, and brought me off with her hand."

I couldn't believe I was telling him this. Wasn't this supposed to be the
most private thing between two people? Wasn't it a discourtesy to Cathy?
Sure it was, but I felt so hot.

"Man, now I gotta adjust some jewels", I told him, reaching down into my
groin to let my dick point straight up inside my shorts.

"No wonder. Pity she didn't keep it in her mouth, though", he said, almost
dreamily. "Cumming in somebody's mouth is so...".

He broke off. I turned towards him, gaping, only to find him blushing to his
hair roots.

"You mean you've tried it, and you didn't tell me? This means reprisals, you
know that."

"Reprisals?" Now he was gaping.

"Banzaiii!" With that , I was on him, wrestling him to the ground in two
seconds flat, tickling his armpits.

"No, no, please, get off me", he spluttered.

"Only if you promise to tell me about your blowjobs." I was intending no
mercy here. I tickled him some more.

"Okay", he managed to get out. I got on my feet. It showed off my hard-on,
but there was no helping that. We sat down again, reeled in the fishing
hooks, and I got ready to hear about his sex life.

"You never told me you had sex with anybody, you.., you liar."

"I know. It wasn't here, anyway, so it's not somebody you know. It was at
the place we lived before."

"So, what have you done? You've had blowjobs, I could figure that out. Did
you get to do the dirty? You know, did you fuck her?"

"Yes and no."

"Yes and no?! What kind of answer is that?"

He went silent for a bit. He seemed to be shaking, too.

"Barry?"

"Right here, Steve."

"Barry!"

"Yes?"

"Barry, if... If I tell you something I've never told anybody, will you
promise to keep it a secret? I mean, if it means you're gonna hate me,
then..." He swallowed hard a couple of times.

"...then so be it, but will you promise not to tell anybody else, ever?"

"Well, if you're gonna tell me you killed somebody, then no. But for most
other things, I promise."

"I guess that's enough. You see, Barry, I did have a sex life. And I've had
blowjobs and I fucked this person. But there was more."

"Huh? How do you mean, more?"

He dropped his voice and talked to the ground between his feet.

"I've given blowjobs, and I've been fucked."

"You....." My mind reeled.

"But..." I knew what this meant, but I had trouble taking it in.

Steve now had his head between his knees, and he seemed to be shaking hard.
I couldn't hear anything, though, because my pulse was beating like a hammer
in my ears.

"But that means...you did it...with another... another guy?"

Steve raised his head to me. His eyes were closed, and I could see the tears
streaming down his face. He opened his eyes, and nodded once.

"Wow..." This couldn't be happening. Here I was, out in the wild with my new
best buddy, who had just admitted to what my dad called "sodomy", and all I
could think about, was how it would feel with my dick up Steve's ass. I
quickly got up, and walked away a few paces, my back to him.

"I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have told you! Now you're gonna hate me and
never wanna talk to me again, and... and..." He was sobbing hard now.

I rushed over to him and got on my knees.

"No, Steve, I won't. Please believe me!" I put my hands on his shoulders,
and he raised his face again, a quizzical look on it.

"Really?" he croaked out.

"Yeah, really", I said.

"Oh, man" he said, sobbed a few more times, then he got on his knees, too,
and put his arms around me, hugging me tight.

"Uh, Steve? Steve, you gotta get off, before..." It was too late. My body
jerked violently, and then my dick unloaded. I hadn't realized how excited
I'd been throughout this talk. Well, the past two hours, really. I should
have known, though, because it seldom took a lot to bring me off.

Steve released me, and looked at me with confusion in his eyes.

"What happened, man?" He sounded worried.

I took a few more breaths to collect myself, spasmed one last time and
opened my eyes.

"I, er, I just came in my shorts", I whispered.

I could almost see the question mark above his head, and the next thing I
saw, was mainly his throat. His head was thrown back, and he was laughing
like a hyena. Then he hugged me again.

"Steeeeve!" I yelled.

"What?"

"Don't squeeze me so hard. I'm real sensitive down there just now."

"Oops. Sorry." And he promptly had an attack of the giggles.

"I'm gettin' in the water to clean up a bit", I told him. "Turn away!"

"Yes, O Horny One!" I could see he was shaking again, but I suspected it
wasn't tears this time.

I got out of my shorts and briefs - they looked like...something, I don't
know - and ran into the cold water. I splashed about vigorously, trying to
wash myself in the strategic places. It didn't look entirely succesful, but
at least my dick went limp again. I ran back on dry land, and put my shorts
back on, leaving the soiled briefs on the ground.

"It's okay, you can turn back again now, Steve."

He was still red around the eyes, but he was smiling now, not crying.

"So, Barry boy, you came in your shorts when I hugged you, huh? How come?"

I hung my head in silence.

"Does this mean you have the hots for me? For little me?"

I nodded, my head still hanging down. It did, didn't it? Those weak knees,
the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach when he looked at me, it did
mean I had the hots for him, right? I knew I should feel guilty and sinful,
but that part was at the back of my mind right now. Way back.

"Sooo," he drawled. "So I guess that means you might like a look at this?"

I lifted my head, and saw him standing there with his shorts and underwear
at his ankles, his hard-on pointing proudly up and out. Man, it was
gorgeous! Long, thin, straight, perfectly cut, with a really big head. It
was way different from my own short, fat one.

"I can tell you like it, Barry. You're almost slobbering, you know. Why
don't you get on your knees to take a better look at it?"

I nodded, but didn't move.

"Come over here. You know you want to."

I shook myself a bit, walked the five paces over to him, and carefully got
down on my knees. I was used to worship, but here was an object that seemed
worthy of it. It was so beautiful!

"Touch it, Barry!"

I reached up with one hand, and touched the shaft with two fingers. It was
almost silky, yet so hard. I closes my hand around the shaft, then slid it
up to the head, just holding very loosely.

Steve gave a little moan. He moved one hand down to his balls. He had hair
on them, but not a lot.

"You like my balls, too? You can touch them, you know."

I brought my other hand up to cup them. It felt nice. Almost without knowing
what was happening, I stuck my tongue out, licking one of them.

"Yeah, Barry, that's so great. Lick my balls! Suck on them, put them in your
mouth!"

I did what he told me, opening my mouth to take one whole ball inside,
rolling it around inside. Then the other one. Suddenly, an idea struck me:
Could I take both of them at once? I had a big mouth. Literally. I mean. How
many guys can put their whole fist into their mouths? Fistsucking, you know?
I can. I opened wide, and found I could easily take both those large nuts
inside. I munched on them a bit, pulling gently.

"Fuckin' hell, man, you got both my balls in your mouth at the same time",
Steve said, with a gasp. I was still sliding my right hand gently over his
shaft and head, and could feel his balls drawing upwards. I held on a little
bit longer, then released them. He had his eyes shut, a weird look on his
face.

Suddenly, I was feeling bold. I put my tongue out, and licked carefully at
the underside of his cockhead. He shuddered, and I did it again, this time
moving all the way to his piss-slit. His knees wobbled a bit. I opened my
mouth again, and took the whole head inside, then slid down the shaft, until
I had my nose buried in his cute little pubic bush.

"Barry, I'm gonna..huh, huunh,--I'm gonna cum. Soon."

I allowed it to slide almost out of my mouth again, then all the way down,
and halfway out. I reached round and squeezed his ass cheeks. That did it.

His dick jerked once in my mouth, then jet after jet of sperm released. I
took it all. All six. It tasted kinda sweet, not bitter, like my own. Now I
knew what was wrong with Cathy's blow job, I had been at the wrong end of
it.

After Steve had stopped jerking around, I released his dick, which was going
a bit limp, and looked up at him. He still had his eyes closed, a look of
bliss on his face. He opened them, and threw me one of those smiles.

"Get up!" he said softly.

I scrambled to my feet, and he pulled me to him in another bearhug. As he
released me, he pulled my face to his, and he kissed me! I mean, I know I
shouldn't have been so surprised, I had just sucked him off. Plus I had
admitted to having the hots for him, but still! Kissing, I mean, a full kiss
on the lips, it was, like, the ultimate expression of intimacy.

I pulled away, looked at him, and then I leaned in to kiss him. It was
wonderful, nothing like when I was kissing Cathy. This was me! All of me,
giving myself to him! Is there anything like it?

"Wow! That was...intense" said Steve.

"You can say that again."

"Wow! That was...intense."

"Moron! I didn't mean for you to say it again, it's just a figure of
speech."

"Oh, is it? Silly me."

I broke up, giggling like my sister and her friends whenever Steve shows up
at our house.

I looked down, and noticed Steve was still standing with his shorts and
briefs around his ankle, that glorious penis at half mast.

"You wanna get out of those clothes, or in?" I asked him.

He put his hand at my groin, and grinned evilly.

"Well, this one seems ready to go again, so I gues the answer is "out".
Don't you?"

"I guess."

He stepped out of the garments, got down on his knees and opened my shorts.
And there it was. No more than six inches long, but real fat.

"Ooh, a thickie. I love that. Phil had a thickie. Has, I mean."

"Was Phil your old boyfriend?"

"Nah, he was just a fuck buddy. I never had a boyfriend. Until now", he said
a bit sheepishly, looking up at me with raised eyebrows.

"Until now." I gave him my biggest smile, only so I could have one in
return. I got it, too. He's so sweet!

"So, what do you think we should do with this guy?" He gave my hard organ a
little tug.

"I don't know, maybe I should just take it home", I said.

His face fell.

"You're not serious. Unless...Where is it's home?"

"Where do you want it to be?" I could be a psychotherapist, I know it. It's
all about asking stupid questions like that one.

"I'll show you."

With that, he gaped over it, taking almost all of it at once. He didn't
apply a lot of suction, though, but he sure slobbered over it. I could feel
a faint tingling again.

"Uhh, Steve? I'm gettin' a bit close here."

"In that case, a little break seems to be in order. Come over here."

He got up and walked over to the big tree. He leaned forward, putting both
hands on the trunk and sticking his beefy butt out.

"Get your long finger wet. Real wet."

I did what he told me.

"Now stick it in my ass." He planted his feet well apart.

"You sure?"

"No, I'm in two minds, in a quandary, in fact, I'm in agonizing doubt. Of
course I'm sure, dimwit! Now do it!"

"Okay, as long as you're sure."

I put the tip of the wet finger at his opening, wiggled it a little, and
then pushed. I met resistance at once, and almost lost my nerve, but he
pushed back hard, and I was in almost to the second knuckle.

"Oh, yeah, that's so good, baby. Push it in me."

Well, he seemed to know his mind, so I pushed. It was easy, and in no time
all of it was inside him.

"Now twist it around a bit, then start pulling in and out."

I did it, and he seemed to like it. He was moaning loud enough, that's for
sure. I was damned glad nobody could come to this spot without us hearing
them long in advance.

"Now take it out, put some more spit on, and then use two fingers!"

That was easy, too. He moaned even louder this time.

"Oh, man, that's so good, but it's time for the real action. Pull your
fingers out, spit in your palm and grease up that wonderful cock of yours."

I knew it! He was gonna let me fuck him. Me, Barry Willis, fucking the
hottest guy in school. The hottest guy in town, damn it!

In seconds, I had my dick, which was still moist from Steve's sucking,
practically dripping gallons of saliva.

"Okay, I'm ready, Steve."

"Yeah. Just put it outside my asshole, and then let me do the work at first,
okay?"

"Fine." I positioned myself and put my hands on his hips for support.

"Now, you just stand stock still, you hear?"

I nodded. Stupid, he was facing the other way, he couldn't see that.

But now he was pushing back. Oops, my dick slipped and went up his backside.
I re-positioned it and held it with one hand, the other still holding on to
Steve. He pushed again. There was a lot of resistance, but at last I was
making headway. "Headway." I chuckled a little. The head was inside now, it
had just slipped past some obstacle. Steve stopped a moment.

"Just need a little time to get used to it. Stay still!"

After a few moments, he pushed again. My shaft was now sliding slowly
inwards, three inches, four, five, yes! All six inches buried up my new
boyfriend's ass.

He stood still again. I had both hands on his hips once more.

"Okay", he grunted. "Now you take over. Push it in and out, long and slow
strokes. Fuck me good."

Carefully, I pulled out. Shit! Too far; all of it was outside him now. Oh,
well, the hole was gaping at me. Easy to stick it back. Oh, yeah! The heat,
the tightness, it was incredible.

I started doing what Steve told me, pushing in, pulling out, slowly, gently.
After a while, he started squeezing me extra hard on the outstroke.

"Steve, man, that squeezing is great, but it's gonna make me cum real soon,
you know."

"No problem. Did you think you were gonna get away with fucking me only
once? I haven't had any for nearly three months, you know, and I'm a real
heavy addict. I want about two gallons of your cum in there before we head
home."

"Oh, yeah? Well, in that case..."

I started humping him a bit faster. I was losing myself by this time. At
first, I thought about making it as good as possible for him, but now the
urge to shoot my load was taking over. I was working in his ass like a
piston now. Slap, slap!

Then the slapping noise stopped, and I felt my balls moving up in their
sack, riding my shaft.

"Ohh, Steve, I'm...I'm gonna cum, soon, yeah, I'm gonna cum inside your ass,
I'm fucking you and I love you, and I'm gonna prove it, now, yess! hungh,
oaaawweeee, I'm cumminggggg!"

Do you ever get cramps when you cum? I do, sometimes. In the back of my
thighs, in my calves, even under my footsoles. That's most of what I
remember from that orgasms, all those cramps. Until I actually unloaded.

"Fuck, Steve! It's too much, I can't take it."

My cockhead seemed to explode, it was so sensitive. I pulled out like
lightning, and the next thing I knew, sperm was flying over Steve's back,
over his head and hitting the trunk of the tree. Three massive jets, then
one more landing on his back, then just some oozing. That was almost the
worst, my own cum on my dickhead. It felt like torture, it was so sensitive.
I'm sure I stood there for a whole minute, on tiptoe, just trying to get
back to earth.

Finally, my breath was starting to get back to normal again. Steve was
getting to his feet, too.

"Wow, that was...intense", he told me with a big grin.

"You can...No, don't say it again!" I laughed, which I shouldn't have done.
It made my cock slap up against my stomach, and I was having cramps and
spasms again.

"Whoa! Easy, there, pal!" Steve was looking worried. Me, I giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Me, you, all of this. I thought when I fell in love, it would all be, like,
dead serious, but here I am, and it's all carnal and...funny."

"It is, isn't it?" His face split in that grin again.

After a little while, he suggested we should go in the water to cool off a
bit. Technically, I probably got cooler, but it didn't cool my passion.

"Hey, that thing's rock hard still. Doesn't it ever go down?"

"I guess it does, but then yours isn't exactly limp either, is it, Stephen?"

He looked down at all his glorious eight inches sticking almost straight
out.

"You're right. You know, when you were fucking me just now, I almost came
without even touching myself. Wanna see if we can make that happen?"

"You bet I wanna."

"Okay, then, come here."

He lay down on his back in the grass, lifted his legs and winked his asshole
at me.

"Now, fuck me again, Barry."

What could I do? I sunk down on my knees, spit in my hands, and got to work,
his big smile occupying my line of vision as well as my mind.


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