Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 11:36:47 -0500
From: damackeynyc@gmail.com
Subject: Speech, Debate, Sex and More. Part 2: Continental Breakfast

Hello Nifty readers! This is my first foray into shorter length erotica. I
have written a few novel length pieces in the Sci-Fi/ High Fantasy M/M
erotic Romance genre, currently editing and rewriting before publication.

What you are about to read is series of short stories, each ofthem meant to
be separate in their own right, but still chronological and involving the
same 2-5 characters.

I would love any feedback you might have for me on style, voice, general
thoughts, sexiness, writing of sex etc. Anything really.

You can email me at:

DAMackeyNYC@gmail.com

I hope you enjoy this and I look forward to hearing from you.

As a side note, this series IS semi-autobiographical. A lot of it did
happen, some of it is embellishment, so take that as you will.

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males.  If
you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area
where it is not allowed, depart.  Though not observed in this story, care
enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites
are allowed without the author's consent.


NOTE: I realized after the first story that in the real life events, I was
about to turn 18, and not about to turn 17, so I adjusted the age up a
little in this story to more accurately reflect what happened.

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A Continental Breakfast

By D.A. Mackey


	I woke, or to be more accurate, I was awoken, on the morning of my
18th birthday by the sound of the chain-tracked hotel curtains being yanked
apart. The room lightened to a misty grey, the setting moon bouncing
silvery-white light off the snow from the previous evening's blizzard and
mixing with the faded yellow street lamps from the street below, still
blazing in the pre-dawn. I must have been in a deeply satisfying sleep,
despite the communal mattress and cardboard bedspread of the hotel room,
because I jerked in surprise and was rudely thrown into consciousness. No
gentle and idyllic rise-and-shine accompanied by bird chirping for this
birthday boy.

	There are those, I've heard the whispered rumors, who enjoy the
morning. They call these mythical beings the, "morning-people." I am not
one of their number. After my impromptu and unexpected dalliance with
Daniel the night before, I was exhausted and drained and I had slept the
deeply satisfied sleep of sexual release. This manifested itself in my
blonde hair becoming a tangled nest of knots and snags, my eyes crusted in
sleep gunk, and my already pathetic excuse for a pillow essentially
transformed into a sponge for the copious amounts of drool that had left my
mouth a virtual desert wasteland of morning breath.

	"Happy Birthday, nerd," Daniel said from somewhere off to my
left. My eyes hadn't yet adjusted to being alive. "You look like shit."

 	I tried to work some moisture back into my mouth, a move that
looked something like trying to eat a half-cup of peanut butter in one go,
and rubbed some of the sleep from my eyes. My fingers couldn't even get an
inch deep into my hair before the tangles stopped my progress.

 	"Gee, thanks," I replied wryly.

	I shifted myself a little, propped up on one elbow and actually
looked at and saw Daniel for the first time today. Silhouetted in the large
window, he stood with the graceful confidence that only comes from a
combination of youth and athletic prowess, both of which Daniel possessed
in spades.  His hands rested easily on his hips, his broad shoulders
square, tapering to a slim waist. His uncut cock hung heavily between his
massive thighs, substantial balls swinging freely below. He was essentially
a marble statue of a Greek god.

	"Happy Birthday to me, indeed," I quipped, taking in his nakedness
with pleasure.

	He favored me with a half smile and reached down to lazily tug on
his dick a bit.

	"I'm glad you approve. Now, get up."

	"What do you mean 'get up?' We just went to bed, like five minutes
ago. What time is it?"

	"4:30," Daniel said, as if that was a timeframe that normal people
experienced on a daily basis.

	"In the morning?!" I squawked, "I didn't know they made a 4:30 in
the morning."

	Daniel chuckled. It was a deep sound, resonant and pleasant and
honest. My cock stirred a bit beneath the covers.

	"We have to leave in an hour. Boston, remember? Airport?"

	"Something about a competition or something." I joked as a I threw
the covers over my head like a petulant child, blocking out the dim light.

	"Something like that." Daniel moved to the foot of the bed and
yanked the covers from me in one swift motion. The semi-stiff fabric made
an odd pile in the corner by the television. I watched his muscles flex as
I groaned and flipped over on my stomach and buried my head in my damp
pillow, a decision I immediately regretted both because my pillow was
already getting disgustingly cold and because my rapidly expanding cock was
pressed into the horrendous excuse for a mattress.

	"Do we even have to go? We're not even getting points or trophies
or anything!" I whined. "Can't we just stay here and just tell everyone we
went."

	That elicited another chuckle from my temporary roommate.

	"Come on! Get up, lazy ass! I'm going downstairs to get some of
that continental breakfast they brag so much about. Get your ass in the
shower."

	Before he had finished his sentence, I heard myself scream,
"COFFEE! Get me coffee!"

	"Yes, sir," Daniel said with mock deference. "I'll get you coffee
when you flip over and get up."

	He had me over a barrel with that deal. Get up and get coffee, or
stay in bed and get nothing.  The metaphor had me thinking of him bending
me over an actual barrel, which did absolutely nothing to help deflate my
dick, now fully hard and pressed into my stomach beneath me. But the
promise of warm liquid caffeine won me over. With a moan of real agony, I
flipped over on my back and swung my legs to the scratchy synthetic carpet.

	"Aaand there it is," Daniel mocked. "I thought I had imagined it
last night, but nope. Just as big in the light of day." He smiled and
regarded my covered cock.

	"Day? What is this day you speak of? I see no day, sir! Only night
time and darkness outside that window. Night time, when normal people
slumber."

	Daniel walked between the beds, headed directly towards me. My
heart jumped a bit as he approached, his beautiful tanned skin glowing a
bit in the dimness, that beautiful cock dangling like a lure just a foot
away from me. He flipped the bedside lamp on and I groaned again. His
strong fingers gripped my shoulders and ran down my arms until he encircled
my wrists and tugged me to my feet so I was standing face to face with him.

	"Come on, nerd. Up and at 'em. Breakfast and coffee on the way."

	"Ugh, Fine."

	"Attaboy," he said. If I wasn't already up, I certainly was further
from sleep when he reached between us and playfully grabbed my cock through
my PJ bottoms and tented boxer briefs. He pushed me in the direction of the
bathroom. "Shower. Now."

	"What about you?" I asked. "You need to shower too. Who am I
kidding? You look ridiculous as is. Why gild a lily?"

	"You're sweet. Shower."

	Daniel grabbed his discarded jeans from the floor and stepped into
them. I watched, my hand frozen on the bathroom door handle, transfixed by
his form. The muscles gleamed as he slid the denim up his legs, his
delicious cock bounced as he stuffed it into the well-fitted fabric. He
noticed me watching, shot me a sly grin and wink and repeated his command.

	"Shower."

	"Coffee," I replied.

	"Shower, THEN coffee," he retorted

	"Ugh." I opened the bathroom door and flipped on the fluorescent
light. The shock of my reflection in the mirror was all I needed to wake me
fully.  "Jesus!" I shouted to the closed bathroom door, "What the hell
happened to me last night? Fuck, I look like death warmed over. And barely
warmed over at that. Left over death served mostly cold."

	"Shower, nerd!" Daniel shouted back jocularly. I heard the room
door close behind him as I turned on the shower and let the warm spray
begin to heat the featureless utilitarian room.

	The water took little time to reach near scalding temperatures, but
I figured the extreme heat would help shake off the morning funk, since we
were apparently deciding to call this ungodly hour by the misnomer,
"morning."  I pulled off my tank top and pajama bottoms. I took a minute to
admire my still raging cock in the quickly fogging mirror before my black
boxer-briefs joined the rest of my clothing in a haphazard pile.

	The water pressure was surprisingly good. I let the water rain over
my skin, kneading out the sore places and knots that had formed while I
slept in an unfamiliar bed. It was amazing how many aches and pains you
could gin up in roughly three hours of "sleep."

	 While the water worked its' magic, my mind raced over the past six
hours. I simply couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Was Daniel
simply being nice to me because it was my birthday? Did he plan to use what
happened last night to make my life a living hell when we got back to
school after Winter Break? It would be easy for him. He was a jock and I
was a nerd. My word against his doesn't really quantify the power he had
over me socially. I was already out at school, but if a rumor that I had
tried to seduce or even touch one of the popular crowd began to circulate,
I would become a pariah among the pariahs. Even the nerds would disown me,
simply to fit in with the social pressure of the rest of the school.

	Or was what happened last night sincere? Could I have gotten that
lucky? Daniel had most assuredly been into it. His orgasm alone confirmed
that. I just couldn't expel my preconceived (though often gained through my
own personal negative experiences) notions of how a jock should and would
react when confronted with male homosexuality and a perceived threat to his
masculinity.

	The phrase "no homo" comes to mind. Insipid.

	But thus far, Daniel had only displayed the most sincere and honest
feelings towards me. No hateful speech, just conscientious and aware and in
a word: sweet. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. He should have shut
down. Instead, he'd opened his bed and asked me to sleep next to him. Who
was this boy?

	While my mind pondered these existential and world altering
questions, my cock had a mind of its' own.

	Daniel's face as I fingered his hole and pushed him to levels of
pleasure he hadn't known existed floated before me. The taste of his cum as
I swallowed his essence. His bountiful balls bouncing while his tight hole
squeezed my fingers. The way he focused like a laser on my cock. How turned
on he was when he coaxed me to cum on his chest. His tongue and the twinkle
in his brown eyes when he licked me from his lips.

	'I thought you'd taste good.' That's what he had said when he
licked the cum from his face. Which meant he had been thinking about my
taste. My confusion and my erection were growing by the second. Luckily, I
could take care of one of them.

	My grip on my cock was familiar and reassuring. I let the water hit
my face and I replayed everything from last night. It wouldn't take me long
to cum recalling that, and Daniel had said time was of the essence with a
plane to catch.

	I didn't hear the shower curtain open and so I nearly jumped out of
my skin when Daniel's voice came from directly behind me.

	"I knew you had a decent body under those PJ's, nerd," he quipped.

	"Daniel! What the fuck, dude?! I locked the door. What the hell are
you doing?"

	"Nothing a little credit card couldn't fix," he replied with a
shit-eating grin. He'd picked the lock. I tried to regain my composure with
my back to the spray and my cock pointing at Daniel's naked body like the
pirate in the eagle's nest sighting land in the distance. "Besides, we have
a plane to catch. We need to save all the time we can, right?"

	As he had displayed the previous evening, he was a master of logic.

	"A shower takes five minutes," I replied.

	My debating skills were weak at best in the morning, but I was
interested in testing these waters, searching out answers to the questions
that plagued me about the mysteriously cool boy standing naked before me.

	"We should conserve water. Global warming," he replied.

	His eyes were traveling up and down my body as if he were creating
a workout plan to take me from drab to fab in six short weeks. They
lingered on my pole, his pupils widening. He liked what he saw. Curiouser
and curiouser.

	"Touché," I replied and tilted my head back to let the water
work some of the tangles from my blonde locks.

	"Don't be a water hog." His hands on my naked hips as he moved me
from the spray sent shivers through me despite the heat and steam.

	Daniel was beautiful naked.

	He was damned near unbelievable naked AND wet.

	The water ran in rivulets down his tan skin. With his back to me, I
watched it trace the deep outline of his shoulder blades and deltoids. It
snaked down his spine, the ridges of his vertebrae making the larger stream
split into smaller rivers. It pooled for a moment at the top of his ass,
trapped by the muscles there. And it was still the most spectacular ass I'd
ever seen. Looking down on him from this close, I marveled at the muscles
of his butt, how they clenched and seemed crafted of steel or marble, but
jiggled a little when he moved, hinting at softness and suppleness.

	He turned when he had thoroughly wet himself and we looked at each
other in the rapidly shrinking space.

	"So, were you jerkin' off when I came in?" he asked with that
crooked smile I was already growing too fond of.

	"What business is it of yours?" I shot back.

	"Just wondering," he said. "Because it looked like you were jacking
off. Nothing to be ashamed of. We all get morning wood."

	"It's not even technically morning, asshole," I said with more
venom than I'd intended. Daniel didn't seem to notice.

	"A.M. Anti Meridian. Technically, it is morning. What you mean is,
socially, it isn't morning."

	"Fine!" I whined. "You win. No wonder you joined the debate team."

	"Well, see if you can follow my logic here, nerd." An intensity
began to burn behind his eyes; one that I hadn't seen since he'd first
wanted me to touch his dick.  "If it isn't morning yet, according to you,
then that would mean it is still last night. If we accept that it is still
last night, then our little nap was simply like a ten minute break. Break
from what, you might ask?"

	His hand reached out and grabbed my cock in an underhanded grip.

	I've tried to jerk off a dude standing face to face, and let me
tell you, it isn't the easiest position for a handy-j. But Daniel took to
it like a duck to water. His wrists snaked and slid up my entire length,
twisting as he neared my glans and tightening when he brushed my pelvis.

	His handiwork alone should have had me shooting my load
immediately. But he kept his eyes locked on mine as he worked me over and
they mesmerized me. His soft brown eyes seemed to be searching my soul, as
if he wanted to make sure I was okay with this, and also seeking clues in
my expression for how to make the experience better on my end. He was in
control but entirely devoted to my pleasure.

   "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a little husky, his eyes
still locked on mine as he stepped a little closer.

	"Ah. See, I knew I could find a fault in your logic somewhere. Why
in the world would I want you to stop?" I jested. I was shocked I had the
presence of mind for wit with his hands on my cock. To be honest, I was
shocked I had the presence of mind for basic human function when he touched
me.

	I reached forward to return the favor. His uncut tool was semi-hard
and inflating rapidly, the loose skin tightening as I pulled, exposing his
sensitive head to the water that streamed over his shoulder between us. I
loved the way it felt in my hand, the heft of it as it rested in my palm,
hot and pulsing with vitality.

	"That thing you did last night?" he asked as his eyes fluttered a
little under my manipulations.

	"Which? You'll have to be more specific."

	"To my ass. With your tongue."

	"Rimming," I said.

	"Is that what it's called? Jesus, that was just beyond anything I'd
ever felt. Must be what it feels like when I eat out Amy's pussy."

	"Could you do me a favor and not talk about pussy while my cock is
in your hand?" I said. "And not on my birthday. At all. Wether my cock is
involved or not. Or ever again, really."

	Daniel chuckled and my knees buckled a little beneath me. That
laugh was starting to get to me.

	"Sorry. But it was awesome. No girl has ever made me cum like
that. I've never made myself cum like that."

	"Well, thanks. I'm glad I could be of service."

	His grip on my cock tightened and slowed.

	"Hand me the body wash and washcloth." He said. He squeezed a small
amount on the cloth and then handed it to me.

	"Do my back?" he raised his eyebrows at me and smiled.

	"That's simply unfair."

	"What?"

	"You can't invade my shower time, stand there naked and gorgeous,
and then give me permission to touch your back, which, as I'm sure you know
is attached to your perfect ass."

	"No one ever said life was fair, birthday boy."

	With that he turned his back to me and stretched his broad
shoulders, spreading his back even more than usual. He was nearly three
inches shorter than me, but he seemed to tower and dominate the shower
without even trying.

	Tentatively, I touched the cloth to his skin and began to gently
wash him.

	"You fingered my hole and swallowed my cum. You don't have to touch
me like I'm going to break. I think we've passed that point."

	His hand reached behind him and found my free wrist. He tugged on
me, hard, until I lurched forward. My chest pressed into his back and he
held my hand in his on his hip. My cock was nestled firmly in the crack of
his exceptional ass. I nearly exploded.

	"Fuck...," Daniel moaned. He leaned his head back against my
shoulder. With my hand still in his, he guided me to his cock and eased my
grip around it. "That feels incredible."

	His hips ground back into my dick.

	"I guess that makes me an ass man," he joked. He picked up a little
speed on his grinding, pressing back more firmly into me, searching for the
head, as if his ass was seeking me out of its own accord.

	"I guess so," I replied.

	It was my turn to surprise him. Without warning, I sank to my knees
behind him, careful not to loosen my grip on his dick in my left hand, and
dove between his cheeks with my tongue. His body responded instantly. His
hands flung to the tiled wall in front of him and he rose onto his toes,
pushing his ass back ever further.

	"Ohh, shit!" he moaned.

	His legs trembled. With my free right hand, I parted his muscular
ass to get a better angle on his puckered opening. Like the rest of him, it
was perfect. He must have shaved or trimmed everything because he was
smooth.

	"Yeah, dude. Eat my ass. FUCK!"

	My tongue darted back and forth, lapping at his hole before darting
in deep and flicking for all I was worth. A constant moan erupted from
Daniel, one hand sliding free from the wall before him, gripping my head,
and pressing my tongue deeper into him. His passion was such a turn on that
my tongue found extra speed and my left hand began to pump furiously on his
prick, his looser skin easily accommodating me.

	"Ahhh. Shit, David...don't stop. Oh yes, fuck, you're gonna make me
cum."

	That was the plan. With a final triple flick of my tongue, I spun
Daniel around, his cock bobbing before me, released from my grip for the
heartbeat it took me to turn him. Roughly, I pushed his back against the
tile and continued my assault on his dick, my free hand kneading his
powerful ass.

	"Cum for me." I commanded. He growled deep in his chest.

	 "David,...ohh, I'm..."

	The force with which his juice hit my face shocked me, even in my
amorous state, but I adjusted quickly. Rope after rope of his thick, white
cum landed on my upturned face and splashed across my tongue. I drank it
down and reveled in the warmth of him on my skin. He shook and trembled at
the release, panting and breathing heavily, his fingers tangled gently in
my wet hair.

	He placed one long finger under my chin and turned my eyes up to
meet his.

	"I think I like you like that, covered in my cum. It looks good on
you, nerd."

	I licked him from my lips and turned my face into the spray to
clean myself up as I rose from my crouch. Daniel slid effortlessly behind
me.

His arms reached around my chest and massaged my muscles. I tried to hold
it in, but I sighed high in my throat and let my head fall back onto his
strong shoulders. He tweaked both of my nipples and my body pressed into
him without thought. His cock, still hard, pressed into my ass, from a
lower angle than I had been able to achieve on him. It parted my cheeks and
slid over my hole and I shivered, reached behind me and pulled him deeper
into me. Slowly, he humped my ass, gliding over my skin and making me burn
with ardent desire.

	His hands traveled down my chest, over my stomach, and gripped my
cock.

	"Do you wanna cum, birthday boy?" he whispered in my ear, his hot
breath on my wet skin. My cock jumped in his grip. I could only nod and
mumble my assent.

	He pumped my dick slowly at first, in time with his gentle thrusts,
but soon he had picked up speed.

	"You like it when I jack your big cock? Hmm? Can you feel me at
your hole? Such a huge dick. I bet you want to fuck my tight ass right now,
don't you?"

	I was silent, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.

	"Don't you, birthday boy?" He demanded an answer.

	"Yes," I breathed.

	"Yes, what?"

	"Yes, I want to fuck you."

	"You want to watch your huge cock disappear inside my tight ass?
Want to watch me shake? Feel me convulse over your prick? You want to cum
inside me, don't you? Fill me with your hot load?"

	Jesus, I don't know where he learned this, but he was masterful. It
was as if he knew my fantasies and repeated them back to me, all while his
cock probed at my ass and his hands worked my tool.

	"Cum for me, David."

	My name came from his lips as barely a whisper, just audible over
the water and the wet sounds of his jerking my cock. My fingers tingled,
and my heart raced and pounded in my ears.

	"I want to feel you cum, David."

	I nearly lost it, I was so close, his words and movements driving
me higher, to that place where vision hazed and time and space floated away
into nothingness. His lips were so close to my ear I could feel his breath
coming faster and faster, his cock still at my ass, my hips grinding hard
against his.

	"Let it go." His lips grazed my earlobe and his perfect teeth bit
down on my skin ever so lightly.

	 My cock erupted. I lost count of how many streams I let go, but
the wall in front of me looked like a Jackson Pollock painting when my
sight finally returned and I could breathe again.

	"Daniel...," I tried to speak his name, but it came out in a ragged
wheeze. He turned me to face him. He raised one hand between us, showing me
a long rope of my sticky whiteness slung between two of his long
fingers. Looking me dead in the eye, he placed his fingers in his mouth and
sucked me from his skin.

	I almost came all over again. He took his time, even opening his
mouth to show me my cum on his tongue.

	"Holy shit."  That was literally all I could think of.

	"I told you, you tasted good." He winked at me, reached behind me
to turn off the water and gave me another spectacular view of his ass as he
drew back the curtain and stepped from the tub. I was left naked, wet, and
rapidly growing cold, with an errant strand of my own cum dripping from my
slit. I watched him grab a towel, open the door and return to the
bedroom. It took me a moment to regain the ability to move, but soon I had
joined him.

	"You look good wet and naked," he teased. I didn't bother trying to
hide my nudity from him as I dried myself. It took all my attention to not
fall over as I watch the towel move over his body, buffing his perfection
to a dull luster.

	"Thanks. Daniel, I just wanted to...," I began but he cut me off
with a wave of his hand.

	"Don't think about it," he commanded. "Nothing good can come from
thinking about it. Not right now. Not in our state."

	He reached into his suitcase and tossed something at me which hit
me square in the chest. I caught it awkwardly and held it up to my eyes. It
was his white jock strap that he'd worn the night before.

	"What's this for?" I asked

	"Put it on," he commanded. "Seemed like you really liked it on me,
so I thought you'd like to wear it on your birthday. Go ahead."

	I positioned the straps at my feet and lifted it to my waist. I had
to stretch the pouch over my soft cock and balls, but it held me firmly in
place and the cool air on my exposed ass felt new and exciting.

	"Jesus. You have no idea how crazy that looks," Daniel said. "I've
seen a lot of guys in a lot of locker rooms and no one has ever filled out
a jock strap quite like that. What's it like having such a crazy cock?"

	I had never thought about it before. At that point in my life, I
had only ever been with three other boys. While I had seen my fair share of
dick pics online and in magazines, I guess it had never really occurred to
me that my own member was anything special. Maybe a little bigger than
normal, but nothing to write home about. Or so I'd thought.

	 "Never really thought about it."

	"It's all I'll be able to think about," Daniel said, half to
himself.

	We dressed in amiable silence and quickly repacked our suitcases.
It was almost 5:15.

	"What time are we supposed to meet the others downstairs," I asked,
grateful that at least one of us had paid attention to the instructions
last night.

	"5:20. Five minutes. You ready?"

	"Where's my promised caffeine boost?"

	Daniel went to the dresser and handed me the cardboard cup he had
stashed there before joining me in the shower for part two of whatever the
hell was happening in my life. Two bananas and two bagels with cream cheese
sat on a paper plate.

	"Continental is apparently a synonym for 'cheap as shit,'" Daniel
joked as he handed me my bagel and banana.

	The coffee tasted like acidic river water with just the slightest
hint of rancid baby diaper.

	"The coffee is on par with that assessment," I said, screwing up my
face against the nastiness in my mouth. After having such a delicious
appetizer of Daniel's cum, the brown water seemed even more distasteful.

	"Alright. Off we go. After you."

	Daniel followed behind me as I rolled my suitcase into the hall. I
jumped a little when his hand cupped my right ass cheek and squeezed as the
door slammed behind us.

	"It's kinda hot knowing you're wearing my jock under there. Only
one layer of fabric between your ass and the open air."

	"Horn dog," I fired back, and grabbed at the bulge in his jeans
with equal force. His eyes widened and he gasped a bit, shot me a death
glare and walked in front of me towards the elevator.

	I couldn't help but hum, "Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to
me," as I watched his rounded glutes in his perfectly fitted jeans move
ahead of me. Daniel tossed back his head and laughed a little, apparently
catching my drift, but sending my head spinning with the deep, pleasant
sound.

	I took heart at the fact that everyone else looked equally as awful
as I did as we crammed into the van and made our way back to the
airport. We were hustled through security with a quickness, apparently
something they do when they have to cancel your original flight, and soon
we were all seated in the same terminal we had left only a few hours
before.

	Ms. Gonzales looked as if she hadn't slept at all, and I swore that
I caught her giving the evil-eye to the female dramatic interpretation
chick. Maybe I should have warned her about what the theater people could
be like. But she had given me a B+ on a paper a few weeks ago, so I took a
little comfort in knowing that she suffered a bit today. Nothing horrible,
mind. Just a little payback.

	Daniel plopped himself beside me in the synthetic leather airport
seats. This surprised me a bit, as I was most accustomed to boys completely
ignoring my presence in public after anything sexual. Daniel seemed not to
care. He didn't try and hold my hand or anything, but he sat next to me in
the fluorescent terminal as we regarded our fellow classmates. We were the
eldest of the group so perhaps that bonded us a bit. Or the sex. Six one,
half dozen the other.

	Daniel leaned his head towards me, pitching his voice so that only
I could hear: "I wonder if the twins had as much fun last night as we did."

	The coffee I had bought from Starbucks on the way through the
terminal to replace the nasty Holiday Inn offering nearly came from my
nose!

	"What!?" I asked sputtering.

	"Oh, come on! They're twins. Identical. Twins. You can't tell me
they've never fooled around."

	"Gross. I don't want to think about that."

	"Suit yourself," Daniel said and settled back into his chair. The
silence stretched for a moment. "I wonder if they do it in tandem, like
synchronized swimmers."

	I couldn't help it. I laughed at that. The image was
hilarious. When my giggles calmed and the few eyes who had looked at me
during my outburst settled back to their own laps, I said: "You know, for a
straight guy, you certainly do like to talk about cocks."

	That crooked half smile again.

	"Who said I was straight? I never said I was straight. You may have
assumed I was straight, but I never said I was."

	"You have a girlfriend. Not one hour ago you mentioned eating her
pussy."

	"You said not to talk about that on your birthday."

	"Or ever, thank you very much, but I was making a point."

	"And that point is?"

	"You have a girlfriend, whose pussy you apparently enjoy eating,
though god only knows why. So why wouldn't I assume you're straight?"

	 "There are other options."

	"So you're bi?" I asked. I waited for a reply. The seconds ticked
by for what seemed like an eternity. Daniel's eyes seemed to focus on the
carpet in front of him, though my own gaze was locked on his beautiful
face. My heart had raced through our entire conversation, hopeful that I
would soon get a response to at least some of the questions that had
pestered me since this whole ordeal began.

	"I don't know, nerd. I'm 18. I have a girlfriend, whom I've fucked
and whose pussy I do indeed enjoy eating." I made a face at that. "Sorry
dude, but you brought it up so it's fair game." I conceded the point with a
shrug. "But, I've never done anything with another guy before last night."

	"What about the other jocks?" I asked. "You said..."

	 "Jerking off in the same room is entirely different than having
another dude stick his fingers inside me and make me cum so much I thought
I would turn inside out." He kept his voice low, but I noticed, partly
because I kept looking at it, that the bulge in his crotch was growing
steadily. "I've played with my own ass, and any dude who says he hasn't is
lying through his fucking teeth, but nothing..." He sighed. His face had
flushed a bit.

	"It's alright," I offered in way of support.

	"Oh, hell yes it is. It's more than alright. Anything that felt
like that can't be anything other than alright at the very least. But I
don't want...or need...to put a label on it. I'm 18, and I'm exploring."

	"Gotcha," I said. I didn't know what else to say. That was the most
open and honest response and conversation about human sexuality that I had
ever had. He seemed completely free of the bull shit baggage that often
comes with being American and discussing sex. To call it refreshing would
be an understatement.

	"If you explore anymore right now, you're gonna need a new pair of
jeans."

	I nodded towards his cock. Since he was free balling I could see
the outline of it snake down his right thigh.

	"You apparently have that effect on me," he said.

	We sat in silence for a bit.

	"Exploring?" I finally said. "That's what we are gonna call it? For
now?"

	He nodded.

	"Exploring. And you are more than welcome to explore with me. I
may, in fact, insist on it."

	My head nearly popped off my shoulders, but I was rescued by the
sound of the Delta Flight Attendant over the loudspeaker, still as muffled
and garbled as last night.

	"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now boarding Delta Flight 687 to
Boston International. Please form an orderly line behind your boarding
group number."

	"That's us." Daniel said.

	"Where are you sitting?" I asked.

	"Next to you."

	"How could you know that, you don't know where I'm sitting."

	"I asked Ms. Gonzales when I saw her at the breakfast bar this
morning. She told me our seats and I told her I would buy her lunch if she
let me sit next to you instead of one of the Humorous Interp, chicks. Told
her we had to go over your debate points."

	"You sneaky son of a bitch."

	"Happy Birthday, Nerd."

	We boarded the plane and the smile that spread across my face was
unassailable.

	The plane was smaller than most, with two seats to either side of a
narrow aisle that I had to nearly turn sideways to shuffle down. Our seats
were in the third row from the back and we soon settled in and positioned
our carry on luggage underneath us. Our seat belts buckled and our tray
tables locked, both Daniel and I sat in silence through the ascent until
the captain turned off the fasten your seat belts sign. Daniel was the
first to speak.

	 "Do you think they'll let us compete for points when we get
there?" he asked benignly.

	"I highly doubt it. It's Nationals and the rules are pretty much
set in stone. I doubt they'd make an exception for bad weather."

	Daniel rested his head against the seat cushion and pulled his
carry on into his lap. He took out his Jane Austen, the very same book I'd
seen him reading the night before, found his place and began to read. The
minutes ticked by and he hadn't flipped a page. Finally, he sighed and
closed the book.

	"I can't fucking concentrate, knowing that your massive prick is
pressed into my jock, dude." His gaze traveled down my body and rested on
my crotch. "I'm super hard just thinking about it."

	He lifted the bag from his lap to give me a spectacular view of his
fully hardened cock. A small dark spot was spreading from his head and
making itself known.

	"Christ." I breathed. "You just came not two hours ago! I remember
because you did it on my face. How are you still hard?"

	"I can't help it! I'm a horny bastard, and reminding me of what you
did to my dick this morning isn't helping matters, nerd."

	 "Well, go take care of it."

	 He looked me dead in the eyes. "Only if you come with me."

	"Excuse me?"

	"You heard me."

	 "This is what you meant by explore?" I chided. "You want to join
the mile high club."

	 "I didn't get you any other present for your Birthday," he said,
his hand going to his cock and pulling at it. His fingers darted under his
waistband and he moved his prick so that it pointed towards his face,
giving me a clear view of his beautiful member in the process, capped by a
large drop of clear precum.

	"Follow me in five minutes."

	Before I had a chance to respond, he unbuckled his seat belt and
made a bee line for the lavatory at the rear of the aircraft. I sat in
stunned silence, feeling my prick grow in his cotton jock, the blood
pumping in my ears. The minutes ticked by. I counted to 100. Or I tried
to. I made it to the low 60's before I gave up and followed Daniel.

	The lavatory said occupied, so I knocked twice. The lock slid to
the open position and I opened the door and stepped into the tight space,
the oblivious flight attendant unaware and engrossed in her ELLE magazine
not four feet from me.

	Before I could even fully lock the door behind me, Daniel pressed
my shoulders to the wall with his hands and forced his lips onto mine. His
breath was hot and sweet on my skin and I sank into him, letting his
hardness press into my crotch and feeling his tongue probe my mouth. I
opened and felt the shock of electricity as he hungrily devoured me. His
hands explored my back, kneading my muscles and grabbing my ass. My own
arms encircled him and pushed him against the sink, his legs spreading to
allow my body closer. He ground into me and felt at the front of my jeans,
forcefully groping my hard cock, which was uncomfortably confined by the
fabric. Our tongues still wrestled and my hand went to his face, feeling
the soft stubble on his skin against my palms as I pulled him close.

	 After an eternity without breath, I pulled back, his face still in
my hands and panted.

	"What the hell was that for?" I asked.

	 "Exploring," he said, breathing equally as hard. "Thoughts?"

	"No complaints from me." I leaned in and kissed him again,
fiercely, full of the new passion of exploration and novelty. He tasted
amazing and he was insatiable. He pulled me into him as hard as he
could. He broke our kiss only to travel down my neck and earlobes, making
my world explode into whiteness. He found each spot on my neck and ears
that turned me to jello, and he did it without knowledge. Like he had a map
of me already built into his head.

	His fingers found the snap to my jeans and he pulled them around my
thighs. My cock still strained against the soft cotton of his jockstrap. He
groped for my dick and moaned into my neck.

	"Shhh." I reprimanded him.

	I quickly undid his jeans and pulled his dick and huge balls from
their denim prison. I sat on the toilet and pulled him by his hips in front
of me. I kissed his stomach, tasting his sweat and feeling the heat of his
skin on my lips. His fingers ran through my hair as I kissed my way down to
his dick, first the base and then along his shaft and the thick vein
running underneath it. Gently, I took his foreskin in my mouth and sucked
him in. I felt it roll across my tongue as I pushed him into my throat,
inch by inch.

	"Oh shit. David." He whispered it, aware that we had to be quiet or
we would be caught in the act with no where to escape and no possible
excuse.

	In one hand, I played with his magnificent balls and diligently
bobbed on his cock with my tongue and throat, using every trick I had heard
about or invented since I started sucking dick. His fingers tightened in my
hair whenever I found something he liked, like gently nibbling his
foreskin, or rapidly flicking his slit and frenulum.  My free hand roamed
up his taught stomach, feeling the soft hairs there. He placed his hand
over mine and laced his fingers through my grip.

	I explored his chest and pinched lightly at his nipple. Daniel
gently took my hand in his grip, my mouth still engulfing his cock and
placed my index and middle fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirled around
my digits and wetted them. It wasn't a blow job, but I'd be damned it it
didn't feel amazing. Gently he released my fingers and turned my face up to
meet his.

	"Finger me," he whispered.

	I used my newly lubricated fingers to probe his hole. He twitched
against me and gasped at the contact. I slipped my index finger in gently
and marveled at how tight he was. He convulsed around my finger and I felt
his cock throb at the same beat. I worked my finger in and out slowly,
causing Daniel to raise onto his toes against the oncoming pleasure. His
grip on my hair tightened and verged on painful but I loved every second of
it. The taste of his precum was flooding my mouth as he twitched and leaked
into me.

	 My middle finger joined the first and Daniel reacted by shoving my
head all the way onto his cock. I wasn't exactly prepared, but in my
heightened state, I adjusted quickly and took him to the base without
issue. His balls swung against my chin, the manly smell of him all I could
smell. He pulled his hips back and thrust in again, fucking my face as my
fingers fucked his hole.

	 "Ahhhh...," he whimpered. And it truly was a whimper. His whole
body was shaking under my touch. I increased my speed on his hole and
arched my fingers forward, searching for that hard ball of nerves that I
knew would send him over the edge. When I found it, I had little time to
adjust myself before he began spilling his seed down my throat with
powerful grunts of pleasure.

	I eased back on his cock, wanting to feel his jets hit my tongue
and mouth. He tasted wonderful. For the third time in 12 hours or less, I
drank him down completely, and enjoyed it beyond measure. I felt his
essence seep into me as I swallowed what I could, felt the remnants of his
seed coating my tongue. His hands found the sides of my face and lifted me
to my feet.

	The kiss he planted on my lips shocked me with its intensity. His
tongue ravaged my mouth and drank in the mixed flavors of his own seed and
my passion. He must have loved the taste of himself as well because he
groaned into my mouth and jerked my exposed dick like he was drumming to
beat the band.

	Before I knew what was happening, he sank to his knees before
me. He opened his mouth and smiled up at the shocked expression I must have
worn painted across my features. Tentatively at first he licked at a drop
of precum that leaked from my slit. It made a shiny string in the air
between the top of my dick and the tip of his tongue. That seemed to be all
the prodding he needed.

	He opened his mouth and took the head of my dick on his tongue. The
heat of his mouth nearly did me in. His tongue swirled over my head and the
rim of my cock, flicking quickly. He may have been just exploring, but he
was a natural at this. He tried to take as much as he could down his
willing throat, but made it about 1/2 way before he stopped and gagged a
bit. It didn't deter him.

	 He kissed and licked my shaft and then sucked in my balls and
rolled them in his mouth, moaning as he did. My fingers held on to his dark
hair, not because I wanted to push myself deeper into him, but simply
because I needed the support to remain standing. My head was swimming in a
fog of overwhelming emotion.

	"Did you like that?" He whispered from below me.

	I nodded.

	He kissed my cock head again and I trembled.

	"You like seeing a jock boy on his knees in front of your monster
dick, hmm?"

	Again, I nodded.

	"Are you going to feed me your cock? Gonna make this jock boy
swallow your load?"

	"For fuck's sake," I groaned, "how did you know I liked this kinda
talk? I didn't even know until you opened your mouth!"

	"Exploration has its benefits."

	He dove back onto my dick and sucked diligently for a minute. He
rubbed my dick on his lips. Watching his full mouth pout around the head of
my cock as his dark brown eyes stared up into mine was almost too much.

	"You're gonna make me cum, Daniel."

	"Yeah? You're gonna cum on me? You want me to take your load
again?"

	"Yeah," I whispered. He jerked my wet cock with twisting motions,
stopping now and then to lap and lick it or beat it against his
outstretched tongue.

	"Give it to me, dude. Give me your cum."

	I decided to play his games and turned the tables.

	"Tell me you want it." I demanded. His face was shocked for a
moment, but soon his expression melted to a frenzied pleasure.

	"I want it."

	"What do you want?"

	"I want you to cum."

	"Tell me you want to taste my load. Tell me how much you love
sucking my big nerd cock."

	"Oh fuck, I love your big cock. I want it. Please. Give me your
cock."

	His hand was working his own still hard tool as he crouched before
me but he never missed a beat.

	"Where do you want it?"

	"In my mouth, please, cum in my mouth." His eyes were harried,
frenzied, and full of lust. It drove me over the edge.

	I placed my cock head on his outstretched tongue and watched as
first one and then six more huge jets of cum plastered Daniel's mouth, each
one eliciting a moan from him. Before I'd finished, he closed his lips over
my head and sucked the remaining sperm from my balls, his tongue and my
load mixing on my skin. He swallowed it all, kissed and licked my dick
clean and then rose to his feet. Between us, another pile of his own cum
was splashed against the grey plastic of the sink.

	"You apparently liked that," I said.

	"Yeah, apparently. That was super hot. A dominant nerd. Oxymoronic,
but a total turn on."

	I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. Even in those days, I really
didn't know how to take a compliment. He raised my eyes to meet his and
kissed me again. This kiss was not filled with lust or the driving passion
of imminent sexual release. It was tender and gentle, sweet almost. He
didn't push for entry, but asked for it, and I allowed it. My head spun
when he pulled back.

	"Why did you do that? I mean, I know it's my birthday, but you
didn't have to do that."

	"I wanted to."

	I nodded and watched as he stuffed himself back into his jeans and
I followed suit.

	"Plus, I can't come out of the bathroom covered in your cum. We're
at 32,000 feet. I couldn't very well leave any evidence. I mean, besides
the stuff on the floor.

	He used one shoe to rub in the second mess he'd made in this
session. Quickly he leaned in and kissed me again, barely brushing my lips
with his.

	"Follow in five minutes." He said, " And this time, try and make it
an actual five. You got here in under two last time."

	"Sorry," I offered. "But can you blame me?"

	He smiled at me again, unlocked the door, opened it just enough to
let himself out and closed it. I locked it quickly behind him.

	I regarded myself in the dirty little mirror over the tiny plastic
sink in the back of this dinky little airplane. My skin was flush, but I
couldn't help smile.

	I still didn't have all of the answers the questions I'd been
asking. But I had a few ideas.

	Daniel had kissed me. HE had kissed ME. Not the other way around.
He had been the aggressor. That had to mean something. I wasn't sure what,
but it had to. I still had no idea what Daniel was, but I was damned sure
ready to explore all the options and find out.