X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.alt.sex.motss X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Sun, 21 Mar 1993 04:54:35 -0500 (EST) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!bb3.andrew.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!fs7.ece.cmu.edu!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!emory!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!aukuni.ac.nz!nacjack!sideways!cavebbs!med.wcc.govt.nz!tornado!warren Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: STORY: Gay 075, 1 of 1: Long Time Coming Message-ID: From: Warren Williams Date: Sat, 20 Mar 93 02:52:04 +1300 Organization: Sideways Bulletin Board, Lower Hutt, New Zealand Lines: 215 This is an automatic story posting; five stories are posted each day. Sometimes a non-gay story may slip through -- I haven't checked all files. I didn't write any of these, authors names are listed if known. Sorry, but I can't e-mail out stories because of New Zealand e-mail charges -- but can repost if too many people miss a story. File: gay075 (part 1 of 1) ZipN: longtime.txt (filename from zip file) Name: Long Time Coming -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 8< cut here 8< -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: STORY: Long Time Coming Date: 27 Feb 92 15:37:26 GMT Lines: 198 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Long Time Coming by DDl ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I've been gay for as long as I can remember. Never had a bit of trouble dealing with it either. Actually, I'm happy being who, and what I am. When I was seven, I had my first gay experience. My brother, Bill, and his friend Mark, lured me into a grope-a-thon. It was just kid's stuff, but I remember it vividly. Mark made quite an impression on me. His enormous cock may have ruined me for other men; because now I measure every man against the yardstick of his cock. Like I said, that first time was really just kid's stuff, so I won't even go into it. But when I was fifteen, Mark and I had another encounter that definitely wasn't. I was walking home from junior high school, when this car pulled over to the curb and honked. It was Mark. "Want a ride," he shouted. "Sure, I'd rather ride than walk anytime," I said. As we drove down Main Street, Mark asked, "Remember when we were kids and used to fool around?" "Yeah, I do," I said. Mark got real serious now, and asked, "Did you like it, Donnie. I mean did you like playing with my dick." "Yeah, I think so. That was a long time ago, Mark. It's hard to remember," I lied. I knew where this conversation was going and popped a rod. "We're older now, maybe you'd like to monkey around again," he said, "What do you think." His hand dropped to his crotch, squeezing the mound of jeans between his legs. "If you want to, Chuck, I'll give it a try," I said. He reached over and gripped my hand, moving it on his crotch. I could feel his hard cock, throbbing in his jeans. I groped him for a while, then suddenly, I had to see his cock again. Eight years was too long to wait. I tore at his zipper and shoved my hand inside. He wasn't wearing underwear, the feel his cock flesh in my hand was electrifying. Smooth and hot. I yanked on it, trying to free it from his skin-tight jeans, but couldn't. Mark finally hauled it out for me. The thrill of seeing his cock poking out his fly sent a chill up my spine. Mark wrapped my hand back around his dick and said, "Work it for me, okay, Donnie." I jerked my hand up and down the shaft, loving the silken feeling against my palm. Mark took a left onto Barnstead Rd., the old quarry road. I didn't care where we went, so long as I stroked his massive cock. When we came to the quarry, Mark turned onto an abandoned logging road and parked in the middle of nowhere. He ran his fingers through my hair, urging me toward his cock and said, "Come a little closer, Donnie. Get a real good look." I stretched across the front seat until my face was inches from his rigid dick. He pushed my hand away, replacing it with his own. "Now just look at it for a while. Watch me work my big dick," he said as he stroked it. A drop of juice glistened in his piss slit. I watched, but I wanted more. I didn't know what I wanted, but I trusted Mark to show me. "Lick it, Donnie," he said. I glanced up and him, and hesitated. "It's okay, Donnie, it's okay to lick it. Do it just like you're eating an ice cream cone." His thighs tensed as my tongue swirled over his cockhead. I lapped it like an ice cream cone, but no cone ever tasted this good. As I got a little more confident, I started trying things on my own. I ran my tongue through his cleft of his piss slit, licking the juice out of it. It tasted like a liquid pearl, exactly what it looked like. Mark relaxed, spreading his legs giving me free rein with his dick. I moved on, sucking his broad cockhead into my mouth. He groaned as I nipped the spongy flesh with my teeth, but didn't tell me to stop. By the time I had half his cock wedged in my mouth, Mark was panting like a dog on an August afternoon. I liked the power I felt: being able to make this older boy feel so good. The most amazing thing was how easily I took to sucking cock, like a duck to water, or a bird to flight. Suddenly, he pulled me off his dick, saying, "Take it easy, baby. Don't make me come." Mark fumbled with my belt, and opened my pants. "Let's see what you've got." When my dick flopped out, he whistled, and said, "Wow, baby. That's some cock. It wasn't that big the last time I saw it." Although he was older than me, my dick was every bit his equal. A thick nine incher, topped with a broad, purple crown. Mark leaned over and kissed my cockhead, running his tongue through my piss slit. I nearly shit when I felt his lips touch my prick. I never thought anything could feel that good. Mark worked patiently, sucking inch after inch of my throbbing dick into his mouth. By the time his lips locked around the base of my dick, I was his. "Oh, Mark," I moaned, "Oh, that feels so good. Don't stop, keep sucking me." I felt my nuts churning as they pulled tighter, and tighter, moving up into firing position. Mark felt it too, and pulled off my prick. Then he did something I never even conceived of, he kissed me. I hesitated, it seemed weird, but as Mark's tongue pushed against my teeth, they parted. He clutched me tighter and soul kissed me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. The velvety sensation of his tongue, think of it another man's tongue in your mouth, wiped clean any inhibitions I had left. I'd try anything, anything Mark wanted. Mark moved his face away from mine and said, "Let's jump in back." When we got out of the car, Mark grabbed me, yanked down my pants and sat me on the hood. Standing between my legs, he hunched over and sucked me into his mouth, not stopping until he had my whole dick buried in his throat. He locked his eyes on mine, a sly smile playing across his face, and said, "Fuck the back seat, let's do it out here." I was game, like I said anything he wanted. Mark grabbed a blanket out of the trunk and lead me into the woods. We found a small clearing. Mark spread the blanket and stripped off all his clothes, telling me to do the same. I gawked at him, standing naked, his proud cock jutting out and up from his beefy thighs. Completely naked, he was a dreamboat. Mark laid on the blanket, arms open, tempting me to him. I laid on top of him, feeling his naked flesh against mine. Our rigid cocks ground together. Mark rolled over and suddenly I was under him. He crushed his lips on mine, the he stood, and squatted above to my face. His cock loomed before me, bobbing just inches from my hungry lips. I laid there, letting him pushed his shiny cock head into my mouth. I opened it wide and let the first four inches ride over my tongue. Mark smiled, "You look good with my dick sticking in your face, Donnie. You like it, baby?" I grunted, "Uh um," around his thick shaft. Mark pulled back, and rolled me over onto my stomach. He crouched over me, on his hand and knees, and licked my back, working his way down to my ass. Grasping a cheeks in each hand, Mark spread me, exposing my asshole. I freaked, but when he kissed my asshole, I melted. Mark slowly sank his tongue into me. I spread my legs, reached back, replacing his hands with mine, and surrendered my asshole to him. "You like that, Donnie. Like having me eat your ass out," he asked. I groaned, begging him for more. Mark laid on me, and whispered in my ear, "You want my cock up there?" I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Yes." My ass constricted as he pressed against it, but he was patient. He fed it to me inch by inch, until finally his bush ground against my buns. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, and I begged for more. Mark fucked me with short jabs, stretching me. Those short jabs turned to deep strokes when he felt my quivering ass open around his meat. "You like this, don't you," he asked. Between pants I groaned, "Uh um." Jesus, I felt like a Thanksgiving turkey, stuffed to the hilt, but I loved every inch of it. With every plunge, his dick slammed my prostate. The feeling was fireworks on the fourth of July. Mark was really jamming ass now, his breath coming in hot, heavy gasps. Suddenly he screamed, "I'm coming. Take it Donnie, oh take my load, take it!" I felt his cock swell, then pulse as it shot wave after wave of his teenage spunk into me. His hot come spraying into me pushed me over the brink. I blew my nuts onto the blanket. After the moaning and groaning died down, Mark pulled his cock out of my ass with a pop, a flood of come leaked out of my well-fucked, stretched asshole. Later, after we had pulled ourselves together, Mark dropped me off. Before I jumped out of the car, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it over his basket. That wasn't the last time we got it on. We still see each other. He's coming over now to give me a more of the same, and my twitching ass and I can't wait.