Black Friday Curtis

Friday after Thanksgiving. We didn’t go to my grandparent’s ranch because my little brother, stepdad and sister all had the flu. The rest of us had it the week before.

My brother asks if I want to earn five bucks. I’ve been doing this for a while: giving his friends a BJ for five bucks. My brother tells me he is “generously” giving me half. Most of the guys are from other schools. Guys Erik met at baseball camp.

 Curtis is from St. Mike’s. He’s a junior. We see each other at baseball practice when the JV and Varsity squads are practicing around each other. I’m a Freshman, so I’m barely acknowledged by anyone other than Freshmen and First Years.

On the bus ride over, my brother tells me to “be cool.” I roll my eyes. My brother is the one that usually is an idiot. He wants to be in the room “to make sure I do a good job.” After I blow the guy, my brother then “jokes” that he needs a BJ as well. It makes the other boys uncomfortable. Most ask him to wait in another room.

 

I’m fascinated by Curtis. He looks like a man: he’s furry. Great hairy legs, with thick thighs. He also has a really hairy chest. He’s cute, too. And he always seems to have a five o’clock shadow. Dark hair, with beautiful blue eyes. He’s also kind of awkward. Socially, he doesn’t seem to connect with people. But he’s a good shortstop so he’s part of the jock culture at school. He’s hung out with my brother and his friends before. I like his voice, too. It’s kind of raspy. 

His mom is off shopping with his sisters when we arrive. He’s in running shorts and a t-shirt. I can see he’s got a semi when we walk in. He points to the family room, “Hey, Erik, we got a few new games for the Atari…”

Erik practically runs into the family room.

We get to his room. Another rich kid. Well, richer than my family. Big bedroom--bigger than mine and he doesn’t have to share. He’s got a stereo and a TV in his room.

“I moved the Atari downstairs so your brother would leave us alone.”

I stand there. I’m still not sure what to do. Do I go first? I know he wants a BJ, but I’m not sure if I should just drop down to my knees.

He takes off his shirt and tosses it on a chair. “Are you…?” 

I shrug. That’s my answer to a lot of things: a shrug. 

He shucks his shorts. He goes from semi-hard to fully erect in a second. He’s got a nice dick. Not huge, but more than most of the guys at school. It’s kind of thick and has a nice curve to it. He sits on the bed. I kneel before him and take him in my mouth.

I can take most of it in without any trouble. Most of my brother’s friends nut pretty fast, so normally, I’d work it up and down pretty quickly, but I like Curtis. He smells good. He showered. I slow down. I work his balls with my hand. He likes that and lets out a soft moan.

He moves his hand to my left shoulder. I take his hand and move it to the back of my head. Coach often guides me this way. Pulling me close as He wants His dick deeper. I’m pretty sure Curtis has been with Coach. 

He gently pulls my head towards him. I take him deeper. I can’t outright swallow a dick yet, but I can slowly work it down. As my nose nestles into his thick bush, he pulls my head tight for a moment, then releases. We repeat this a dozen or so times: slowly taking him all the way down, pausing, and then pulling back slowly.

Curtis mumbles and moans, but I can’t make out any words. I do notice his balls have pulled up so much that they are on either side of his cock. He’s close. His body is tensing. I’m about to get my reward.

I change my rhythm. I ignore his slow pull and begin to move my head up and down quickly. His hands are now gripping my shoulders.

Curtis lets out a whispered groan “I’m gonna…” I feel the pumping of his beautiful cock. Then I taste it. He begins to spew into my mouth. It’s not a big load, but his salty load spills into my mouth. I keep pumping. “Oh, jeez…!” I keep pumping. I want everything he has to offer.

On a hot summer day, he was hanging out with my brother in the creek behind our house. I tried tagging along, but my brother told me to stay down the creek. I sat there, with my feet in the water, playing with a stick, listening to them talk. I don’t think they knew I could hear. 

Curtis was saying that when he jerked off, he would just keep jerking after he came. He liked the tingling sensation that was “excruciating and mind-blowing.” He said he’d come again after only a minute.

“If I’m gonna lick it up, I might as well do it all in one shot.” 

Rumors and wives’ tales about sex fly about at an all-boys school. Sperm is a big conversation. If you jerk off, you lose your edge. The only way to get it back, is to take back your seed--or someone else's. It’s not uncommon to see a guy at a urinal jerking off into his hand. In fact, a number of guys go out looking for someone to "help out" the day before a big game to “stock up.” Everyone has a story of how someone did it and scored a touchdown or hit a grand slam. 

Curtis starts to push me away, but I kept going. My fingers grasp his dropped and drained balls and I tug a little as I keep pumping with my mouth. I get a tiny taste of his spunky load every now and again and that makes me drool more. My spit spills out and on to his balls. I begin to work them as my mouth continues its assault on his rigid cock.

He is gasping and groaning. I glance up and Curtis has his clenched fists in the air. I reach up and put my left hand on his hairy pec. He grabs my wrist with both hands and holds it tight.

 

Curtis mumbles much louder now. I still can’t make out what he was saying, but he is panting, groaning, and mumbling much louder. Not a yell, but certainly not the whispering or quiet tones previously. I’m pretty sure this is “excruciating and mind-blowing.”

“Holy fuck! I’m gonna blow in your fucking throat again…!” He sobs. “Your fucking… fucking… God damnit!” His entire body starts to shake. I think he is going to break my wrist he’s gripping it so hard.

He is huffing and puffing and suddenly lets out a loud, “Mommy…!” So many guys call out for their moms. 

My mouth is once again filled with his salty spunk. Again, I milk every drop before sitting back, my pants aching with my fully erect cock. 

As I pull away, Curtis falls back on the bed. “Fuuuuck!” He rasps. I sit there watching him: His spent rod, flopped to the side. His furry chest heaving. His whole body glistened slightly with sweat.

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I can hear my brother downstairs cheering for himself on whatever game he was playing.

Curtis sits up. He looks so handsome. His hair is all a mess, but his beautiful blue eyes shine. He looks at me. I think my dick just got harder. “Thank you. That was… wow.”

I smile.

“You really like doing that, don’t you?” I just sit there. Is he calling me a fag? Not sure what to say, I shrug.

I think he realizes how it sounds, because he immediately starts justifying it with how good I am at it and how I just “knew” to keep going.  

I stand to leave.

He notices my hardon in my jeans: “Wow. You’re hard.” Before I can move my hand to cover my embarrassment, he rubs it. I can see a huge wet spot on my Levi’s. “Do you want me to help you out?”

To “help a guy out” means to give him a blow job. Sometimes we say, “Wanna help each out other out?” (“Let’s blow each other.”) If I suck you and you suck me, it’s not gay; we’re just helping each other out. Making ourselves balanced. 

I don’t even hesitate. I pull on the top button of my 501’s and my dick flops out. He gasps. “It is really big, isn’t it?” I don’t think it’s that big. I’m the biggest of my brothers, but not the biggest of my family. I love how guys stare and admire it, so I can’t complain.

Curtis grabs the base and pulls my dick into his mouth. He seems to have some trouble getting his mouth around it but is making a go of it. He looks up at me and those beautiful blue eyes makes me harder. 

I put my left hand on the back of his head, like Coach does, and Curtis closes his eyes. I guess Coach does it to him, too. I take my right and put it under his neck and under his chin. Coach does this as I’m deep throating Him. 

Curtis begins to take more and more of my cock down his throat. I can feel his throat swelling as my cock pushes deeper. I thought that Coach put His hand on my throat for support, now I know why: to feel the swelling of the throat. For someone who had a hard time getting my dick in his mouth, Curtis sure is handling taking it down deep. 

I begin thrusting slowly. Curtis relaxes and lets me slowly fuck his throat. We get into a nice rhythm. I can’t believe a Junior is deep throating my dick. After what seems like only a few minutes, he pulls off to ask me if I’m gonna cum soon. His jaw is hurting.

It feels great, but I’m just not there yet. He has me get on the middle of the bed on all fours. He puts a towel down underneath as he’s played with Erik and knows we shoot a lot. He then slides underneath me. I slowly start fucking his mouth. He starts playing with my balls and moves his hand to my taint and then my asshole. 

That’s all I need. “I’m gonna cum…”

“Mgflflysm…” is his muffled reply.

“I gonna cum a lot… More than Erik.”

“Mmmghur…?”

I push down into his throat and let loose my load. I hold there for three or four pumps, but he pushes me up to breathe. My dick pops out and I spray his face with additional shots of jizz. I hover there on all fours, dowsing him with my spunk.

“Jesus Christ!” He slides out and I continue pumping onto the towel.

I look up and he’s standing there admiring the mess. “Jesus you do shoot more than your brother!” He’s scooping my nut off his face with his fingers and licking them. I get up, move close, and lick some off his cheek and chin. I lean stick my tongue out and lean in. We make out for a second. Most guys don’t kiss, but I had a feeling Curtis did.  

I hand him the towel, jizz-side up. He licks it off. Waste not, want not.

He’s got a boner again.

 

As he licks the last of my load off the towel, I kneel and suck him off again. He cums pretty fast, which is good. His mom arrives seconds after we join my brother downstairs.

 

As we’re leaving, my brother asks Curtis if he had a good time. Curtis smiles and shrugs.

On the long walk home, my brother and I don’t speak. As we go up the walk to our house, he pulls out the fiver and hands it to me. I almost forgot to ask for it.

“You guys were up there for a while, how was it?”

I shrug and head into the house.

 

 

 

 

 

The Start of Summer

I keep thinking I need to put something up here but life continually gets in the way. It’s been far too long. Apologies. This popped into my head this morning. Short and sweet.

Second day of summer vacation. No summer sports yet. No trips to my grandparent’s ranch. Just hanging around the house. I wander to a neighbor’s place. Pete’s family has a pool. It’s already hot. Hoping for a pool invite. Cutoffs and a t-shirt. Only clothes a teenager needs.

Knock on the door. David, Pete’s older brother, answers. Year older than me. Year younger than my brother. They occasionally hang out.

I walk in. David sits back on the couch. His left leg up on the cushions.

“Where’s Pete?” 

I’d call out for him, but his mom’s a bitch. She'd yell at me... again. She hates me. Us. She hates my family. I assume she's not home.

“Out back. What are you up to?” He leans back. Looking directly at me, he pulls back his shorts. His big, floppy, uncut dick rolls out. He continues to look right at me.

I just stand there. Not sure what to do.

He smiles. “Pete’s in the back…” still staring. He pulls the foreskin back and lets it slide forward, “…or we could just hand out for a while…”

Silently, I sit down next to him. I look at his meat.

I look up at him. Still dead-on staring at me. The room is completely still. It didn’t seem that hot before, but I’m sweating now.

I look back down. His thick meat pulses. I look back up into those cool blue eyes.

He grabs it. Slaps his cock against his leg. I lean forward. My mouth is dry.

His dicks smells like chlorine. He must have swam earlier. Chlorine and a hint of suntan lotion on his leg. I pull back on his foreskin and take him in my mouth. I start salivating. No more dry mouth. His cock swells in my mouth. He’s really big. Well, not long, but thick.

As I stuff more of his cock in my mouth, he leans back further. Eyes closed. I start to really suck and pump on his dick. His cock stretches my mouth. I try and take more in, but I choke a bit. I pull off to catch my breath.

“Don’t stop.” He’s staring at me again. “It feels good.”

I smile and start back down. I keep eye contact. He smiles.

He moves his hand to the back of my head and gently pushes my head down. After a few minutes we get into a nice rhythm. I’m bobbing up and down. My hand, slick with spit, pumps what I cannot fit in my mouth.

David puts his other hand on the back of my head and begins pumping harder. His breathing becomes more intense and he growls a little. I think he’s close.

He grabs the back of my head hard and stuffs his thick dick to the back of my throat. My nose is buried in the material of his shorts. His auburn bush peeking out. I’m trying not to choke, but I’m making loud gurgling noises as he continues his assault on my mouth and throat. I try to remember what my brother taught me: relax. Let it happen. I take a deep breath. His cock slides deeper. He is in my throat. He holds my head firmly in place. I do not struggle. I can feel the pulsing beast throbbing in my mouth and throat.

“Oh. Oh…” he stammers. Then, he squeaks out a whisper, “Oh, fuck.”

He nuts.

I hold. I let his spunk pump down my throat. My head and his pulsing meat are throbbing together. It’s all I can do not to pull back and away. I’m tensing up. I can’t breathe. I’m going to start gagging on David’s thick meat. I push forward a slight bit. David lets out a deep, guttural moan and relaxes.

I swiftly pull off and take a deep breath. His beast gushes out two more pumps of cum. They slide down his bulbous shaft. I lean forward and slurp them up.

I squeeze his dick to get the last bit out. I look up. He smiles. He tucks his dick back in his shorts.

“You’re a lot like your brother,” he smiles. Not looking at me. I wait for an indication he’s going to reciprocate. My cock is aching and I want to pull it out. He gets up and starts walking upstairs. “Like I said, David’s in the back…”

I spend the afternoon swimming with David. My cock stays in a semi-hard state through most of the afternoon. I go home and beat off. Twice.

I fooled around with Pete again over the Christmas break, but that’s about it. Uneventful.

Pete and I hook up post college a few times. Even less eventful.

AA Meeting

“Leave your wallet in the car.” Marcus is giving me the rundown for our lunchtime adventure. We’re in his car. Middle of nowhere in The City. Old warehouses. A few repair shops. The whole thing is very ‘off grid.’

He continues. “Don’t talk to the first guy. I wouldn’t even look at him.” I roll my eyes. Marcus grabs my sleeve. “Seriously, he’ll fuck you up.”

I’ve left my wallet, watch and anything of value in the car. Except for the twenty in my pocket. I’ve stuck my ID in my sock as Marcus suggested. “Just in case.” Of what, I don’t want to know.

My mind whirls around all the information he gave me. Most of these guys are seriously straight. Anything “gay” could set them off. No kissing. Avoid eye contact. Don’t fuck around. Don’t be a smart-ass. Have fun... sure.

It’s almost noon. The place has been “open” for almost half an hour. It closes in little more than an hour. Marcus explained why. I can’t remember right now. It made sense when he told me.

Small unmarked door on the street gets us into the warehouse. Not much of a street. No signage. Only one business appears to be open about a half a block away. I don’t see anyone on the street. No cars, either.

We walk purposefully right past the first guy. I don’t make eye contact. Not sure what the place was before, but this was the office. Torn up now. Abandoned. Patches of carpet. Cube farm without the cubes. Ceiling is barely hanging. We walk into the small office in the back. I follow Marcus’ lead and wordlessly toss my money to the guy at the desk. We head to a bashed out hole in the wall.

Marcus warned me the place was a dump. He didn’t do it justice. We walk along a narrow corridor. The high roof of the warehouse is way overhead. The narrow walls that corrals us in look like they were erected over a weekend. The layout is simple: the narrow hallway encircles a long, narrow central room. The hallway is braced overhead with an occasional two-by-four. All lighting is natural from the dirty warehouse windows and almost opaque skylights. Tarps are sporadically thrown over the braces to create pockets of completely dark space.

The center room has a plywood wall tilted up with four glory-holes cut in. Like the hall, braces to the hall walls hold it steady. I get the feeling if someone pushed hard, the whole place would collapse.

I hear some groans and the occasional voice. I see no one. It’s damn dark. Marcus disappears almost instantly. I walk alone. There are a lot more guys there than I would think. Most are just standing there in the darkness. Several have their dicks out. Most just stand there staring at the ground. One or two look up. It takes me three laps before I realize the place is small and I’m seeing the same guys over and over.

Finally, I see some guys going at it. Fucking. Sucking. Very serious. No one is laughing or smiling. I continue on.

A hot guy leans against the wall. I think he’s hot but can’t be sure. He stands in the dark. The light cuts a clean line right by his shoulder. My eyes are adjusting, but the light hitting him is reflected. His shirt is open. His chest is nice.

I rub his stomach and chest with my hand. He doesn’t push me away. He doesn’t look at me, either. My eyes are adjusting. I look at him. He’s got a buzz cut and a two day growth of beard—buzzed all over his head. Masculine features. His eyes are dark. They look kind. Thin lips.

I lean in and lick his nipple. He takes a deep breath. I chew a bit. He smells like a working man. Bit of sweat. Musky but not dirty. I move to his right pit. Buzz resists. I’m persistent. I push his arm back. I dive in.

I tongue his pit a bit. He seems uncomfortable, but says nothing. I move back to his chest. His nipples are fantastic. I chew on them for a while. I move to his left. He lifts his arm to offer his pit. Good boy.

I get into that pit and I lick. I soak it with my spit. I chew. I nibble. I fucking worship it. The taste. The acrid smell. It’s fantastic. I move back over to his right pit to give it its proper due.

Buzz pushes on my shoulders. He’s enjoying this, but he’s here to get off. I drop to my knees. I pull open his workpants. The smell is intoxicating. Warm. Musky. Smells like a real man. I begin to salivate.

I yank down the front of Buzz’s tighty-whities. His thick cock falls out. He’s cut. Big, hairy balls. I examine it for a second in the dim light. Then, I swallow it. He gasps. I work the whole shaft. All in. All out. Sucking his whole dick. He lets out a low moan.

I concentrate on the head for a while. Rolling my tongue over the head. Licking it. Teasing it. I taste some precum. That inspires me to work harder on his cock. Buzz gasps and moans quietly.

I pull his underwear down more so I can really get at his balls. I stroke the shaft as I suck on each of his hairy nuts. I roll them around on my tongue. Pulling a bit. Sucking them. The musky taste is intoxicating.

Buzz grabs his dick and smacks my face. He wants me to suck him again. I take it back in my mouth. Long slow strokes up and down, followed by quick pumps. He grunts. His hips start to buck. He’s going to cum.

He grabs my head and pulls me onto his shaft. I reach around and grab his hairy ass. Buzz let’s out a guttural groan. I hold his cock in my throat as he pumps his load into me. Buzz thrusts his hips. His load continues to gush into my mouth. I stay there with him in me until he stops bucking. I pull off and swallow his spunk.

He pulls his pants up. Buzz grunts something—thanks?—as he puts his junk back in his drawers. I start to stand. Buzz walks off. No other words spoken between us. I wipe my mouth and smell his musky scent. My cock is rock hard.

I walk along the dim hallway. I’m surprised there are still a lot of guys here. It’s getting close to 12:30 and the place closes at 1:00pm. I continue walking. Lots of suits on their lunch hour.

Marcus is in the center room. Pants around his ankles. Sucking on some roughneck’s dick. Taking it bareback from another. I walk over and tussle his hair. He turns to look at me, cock still in his mouth. I can see the joy in his eyes. I ask the guys if he’s being a good boy. They don’t answer. The both keep pumping the whore in the suit. I move on.

There’s a younger, cute blue collar guy in the hall. Thick, but not heavy. Looks like he might have played football in high school. He’s kinda short. But I can see he’s got a solid body. He tries giving me a tough guy look. I give him a hard stare and he looks away. Not so tough.

I walk up and stare him down. He looks away. I grab his balls. He’s hard. I slide my hand down his pants. Not only is he hard, he’s dripping. I turn him around, so I’m behind him reaching around. I can dominate him.

With my other hand, I grab his ass. Bubbly. Soft, yet firm. I push my crotch into his ass. Football whispers “yes.” I move hand off his ass and around him. One hand still in his pants, the other caresses his chest through his shirt. I hug him tight and thrust into him. He whimpers.

I nibble very lightly on his neck. “Condom?” I whisper. He says front pocket as he throws his head back. I can’t resist and nibble more on his neck. A lot of these guys may not want to kiss. Football isn’t one of them.

I reach into Football’s front pocket. Magnum Condom. The guy has high hopes. Also a traveler lube packet. I love this kid. I’m aware of the time, so no foreplay. I just want to get to it. I tug on his belt. I tell him to drop his pants. I undo my belt and drop my suit pants. For a moment I think of fucking him through my boxers. I yank my cock out over the elastic band. Not sure why I don’t drop them all the way. I just don’t.

Condomed up, I lube up his ass. I finger it a bit. His ass is tight. I quickly add another finger. Not too tight. I tell him to lean forward. I squat down a bit. I rub my cock on Football’s crack. Just before I enter, I hear a voice say, “Fuck him hard”. I look around. Three guys are jacking it, watching us. I turn back to Football.

I lean forward and whisper, “You ready?” He nods.

I grab his waist and push in. Football moans under his breath. I move one hand to his shoulder and pull him back as I push forward. I go in deeper. He grunts hard. I think it hurts him. I keep pushing. I let out a heavy sigh as I push all in. “Oh, yeah…”

Football lets out what almost sounds like a sob. I think he’s trying to say something, but he can’t. I begin thrusting into him. I just want to nut in his ass. I start moving hard and fast. Grab his hips and thrust into his hole. All I’m thinking about is fucking until I cum. No reaching around. No worrying about his needs. His moans tell me he’s happy enough.

I’m close. I pull him back and begin bucking wildly. I whisper nasty shit into his ear. I tell him what a good fuck he is. How I want to nut in his hole. He says some shit. Mostly “porn quotes” (“Fuck my ass with your big cock” “Breed me” Shit like that). I reach down to feel Football’s cock. Some suck-boy is on his knees working hard to get him off.

I’m close. Some guy watching nuts. He yells out. Guys are commenting on my fucking. I close my eyes and start grunting loudly as I spill my seed into his tight ass. I call out that I’m cumming. I lose control and bang his ass wildly. I push him forward onto Suck-boy. Thrusting deeper. Dumping my load into his ass.

I stand there catching my breath. My cock still throbbing in Football’s hole. I rub his back through his shirt. He leans back. I pull him tight. Grabbing his chest and stomach. I whisper in his ear I want to see him cum.

Football grunts and gasps through his orgasm. He never yells out or says “I’m cumming.” He feeds the guy on his knees in front of him. His jizz dribbles from suck-boy’s mouth.

I pull out. I flick the condom onto the ground and pull up my pants. Football buttons up, too. Suck-boy stays kneeling, looking down. I put my hand on Suck-boy’s shoulder, “Good job.” Quick pat. I move on. Suck-boy mumbles a quiet “Thank you, sir”.

I make my way down the hall. Marcus is walking towards me. He looks satisfied. There’s jizz on his shirt. “That’s why I keep extras in my office”.

Not too many guys left. We walk through the hole in the wall and back into the office. The guy from the desk calls out for everyone to hurry on out. The guy at the front is sitting in a chair, ignoring us.

We walk out into the bright sunlight. Marcus and I walk down in the middle of the street.
A beat up truck drives slowly by. It’s Football. His window is down. I stop. He stops. He nods. I pull a business card from my suit pocket and toss it into the truck. He drives off. Marcus rolls his eyes.

We continue on. A guy in the open shop stops us. He wants to know what all these different guys are doing in the old warehouse. Marcus smiles with an instant response, “A.A. meeting.” The guy smiles and nods his head in approval. I’ve never been big on meetings, but this is one I could do again.

Berkeley

Friday night. At a bar in The City. Talking to Pete, Aaron and Davis. Haven’t hung with in a while. It’s good to be out. We’re talking who we’re going to fuck. The guys I’m interested have partnered up.



Studly college kid comes up. Grabs my crotch. I remove his hand. He thinks he’s hot shit. He is. If he hadn’t grabbed my balls, I might have thought him straight: He talks sports. He yammers on about the financial crisis. He babbles about everything. Says nothing. He mentions Berkeley three times. Wearing a Berkeley hat, Berkeley T-shirt, probably Berkeley boxers. I was never that much into school spirit.

Pete’s had enough of this kid after about 2 minutes—but lets him talk for 20. Pete went to Stanford. Big Game is Saturday. Pete is in no mood for this shit. He tells “public school” to get his scrawny ass out of our faces.

Berkeley looks cuter when he’s pouty. His ass looks amazing as he walks away.

Bar’s closing. Saying goodbye to Pete on the street. Aaron and Davis hooked up with guys hours ago. Berkeley is on his cell trying to find a ride home. I’m surprise he’s alone. He’s got a rockin’ bod. Hot ass. Nice bulge. Shit like that should not go home alone.

On my cell. Call Big James. He’s been trying to sell The Hookup Condo for months. He’s got six condos for sale. The plunging market is killing him. Including the hookup palace.


When he was rolling in cash, Big James bought a pad to take tricks to. Nice place. Central location. No worry about taking tricks home. Nothing to steal. It’s priced to sell. It hasn’t sold.

I give him the breakdown. James: “Can I join?”

“We might be done by the time you get there. He’s in college, they usually nut fast.”

“I’ll hurry—key’s in the same spot.”

I walk up to Berkeley who’s yelling at his roommate. I give his ass a hard grab. “Need a place to crash?”

He doesn’t shut up the entire walk. He’s very impressed with himself. He also has demands. Seriously. Demands. He tells me what he requires for sex. I don’t say a word. If only to shut him up, I’m tempted to pull out my dick and shove it in his mouth right there.

We’re inside. He’s still talking. I stand there. Hands on hips as he checks out the view. He turns back, “What’s wrong?”

I’m over his shit. I just want to nut and leave. Great bod or not, he’s annoying. “We’ve been here for five minutes and your mouth still isn’t on my dick.” He smiles. He thinks it’s a joke.

I move quickly. Push him against the wall. Hard. “You talk too much.” His heart beating fast. He’s kinda short. I easily dominate him. I kiss him hard. Tastes like beer and gum.

He’s a good kisser. Keep him pressed against the wall as we make out. Feeling his pecs and six-pack through his t-shirt. I grab his bubble butt with both hands and pull him close. Big dick straining to get out of his jeans.

His hands concentrate on only one area on me. After ten minutes, I can feel the wet spot my jeans.

Shove him back against the wall. His head moves forward. Lips slightly puckered. Tongue pushing out.

I push him down hard. There’s a loud thud as his knees slam onto the hardwood floor. He touches my crotch. Berkeley has watched too much porn. Sucking my crank through my jeans ain’t gonna cut it. One quick yank and the buttons open up. No underwear. I pull out my junk.

“Suck it.”

The kid does something right. Very right. Takes it all the way down. Knows when to use his hands. Doesn’t ignore my balls. Hands explore all over. I toss the Berkeley cap onto the floor. Run my hands through his hair. Curly and a little too long. It works on him. Gives me something to grab as I fuck his face.

He takes me all the way down again. Pull on the back of Berkeley’s head. He tries to pull off. I keep him there. I can feel him starting to panic. Letting him go, he pulls off. Gasps for air. He looks up. “Good boy.” Shove my crank back into his hole. He greedily accepts it.

I turn around. Tell him to lick my ass. He refuses. Push my ass into his face. He doesn’t even try. I turn around. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Blank stare from Berkeley. I yank him up off the floor. Turn him around. Press him against the wall. I reach around. Pulling open his jeans, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me?” I get a feel for his unit: huge.

“I was…”

“If you won’t put your mouth there, why put your dick…?” His pants slide down. I kneel down… son of a bitch: Cal boxers. I pull them down. Beautiful ass. Muscled. Bubble. Hairy. Thick bush in the crack. I lean forward and sniff. Sweat. Acrid, but clean. “Nice,” I whisper.

“Thanks…”

“Shut up.”

Give a little kiss to where his thigh meets the bubble. Soft. Furry. Delicious. I mix kissing and nibbling on his cheeks. Stick my tongue into the deep thicket of fur. He quivers. Digging down until my tongue hits his pucker. He flinches.

Spread his cheeks with my hands. I let my tongue run the trail from top to bottom. Stopping near the taint for a little chewing/tonguing. Get my whole face in there. My tongue explores every inch. His ass is heaven. I will enjoy fucking the hell out of it.

I continue my assault for a full 15 minutes. Yeah, I time myself. The fucking hardwood floor prevented going longer. Fucking knees are killing me. And my tongue was cramping up.

Berkeley turns around. He’s expecting a blow job. I stand up. I move in to kiss him. He pulls away. I move forward. Pull back. Move in.

Grab his head. Kiss him hard. He tastes his ass on my lips. “That’s you, baby.” Our cocks are having a sword fight as we press against each other. “You like tasting a man’s ass now?” He nods and continues licking his ass off my face.

“Let’s see what you’ve learned.” Leaning over the back of the couch. I offer up my ass to his tongue. He eats it like a pro. My cock oozes precum all over the back of the couch. I time him at 32 minutes of ass chomping. To be 21 again.

We move to the bedroom.

He’s still wearing his fucking Cal shirt. I pull it off… a little too hard and tear it. He tells me it’s his good luck shirt. “You’re still getting lucky.” He’s still bummed. I want to shout that it’s only a fucking shirt. Push him back on the bed. I go down on him.

He’s cut. It’s really a beautiful dick. Thick. Long. Nice to suck and swallow. He tries to force my head down. I smack his hand away. He does it again. I slam my hand down on his stomach. He’s doubled over. Fucking baby. I tell him to knock off the porn shit he’s seen. “Just put your fucking hands behind your head, close your eyes and enjoy it.”

As I continue to suck on his crank, I play with his balls and taint. While playing with his hole, his legs start to lift. The more I work both his shaft and hole, his legs go higher. They begin to straighten out. Sticking out almost parallel to the bed. The boy is close.

He gurgles. My mouth fills with his spunk. I work his cock until he stops shaking.

I don’t swallow.

Small kisses up his torso. I’m over him. Look at his lips. Quick nod. He knows what’s coming. Opens his mouth. Closes his eyes. What the fuck? I wait. He opens his eyes. I decide not to spit his spunk into his mouth. I move forward and kiss him.

His seed slips from my lips. We pass it back and forth between us. I move away to nibble on his neck. Chest. Nipples. I stay there a while. It’s a nice chest.

Lifting off him, I push his legs back. I lean over to the nightstand. Pull out condoms and lube. I tell him to turn over. He says he’s not sure. Never been fucked. I find it hard to believe. He starts to babble.

Tilt head. Hard stare. It stops him. Lean forward slightly. He quickly scrambles onto his stomach. “Be gentle.”

I smack his ass hard. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Grab a pillow. I’m tempted to stuff it in his mouth. I use it to prop him up. Probably should be on his back. That might encourage him to talk. He stays on his stomach.

Play more with that hairy hole. Tongue. Fingers. First one, then two… three. Sweet. I’m Not sure whether he’s truthful about not having been fucked. I go with caution and really open him up. He’s shaking. “You cold, baby?”

“No, sir… just a little scared.”

Did I fucking call him “baby”? Did he reply with “sir”?

I run my hand down his back. My shame: “Don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of you.”

What a fucking douche I am.

Plus side: he relaxes. Thoroughly lubed, I try to enter. It hurts him. He’s clamped up. I try again. He’s shaking more. I move next to him. I get up close to his face. He’s wincing. I’m nowhere near his ass.

He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He lets out a long and loud fart. I laugh for ten solid minutes. He’s humiliated. What ever happened to college guys enjoying a good fart?

He starts to talk again… He’s never fucked before. Given or received. Only BJs. Starts apologizing. He asks me what I want to do.

“I really want to tap that virgin ass.”

Berkeley’s on his back. Pillow propped up underneath. Lick and kiss his ass again. I’m taking a guy’s virginity. This doesn’t happen to me everyday.

Start to enter him. I stop. “Need to fart?” Berkeley laughs. He relaxes a bit. I rub his stomach. I tease his hairy hole with my cock. I push the head in. He winces. I tell him to breathe. I continue slowly moving in on his ass. Pushing in. Telling him to breathe. Pushing in. I’m all the way in. He’s tight. I’ve been in tighter. Stay in there a few minutes.

Slowly pull all the way out. Lean forward. Suck his dick a bit. He’s hard. Start back in again. Slowly… Easing in… Balls deep.

Pumping slowly. He seems to enjoy it. I begin to thrust a little faster. We change positions. He’s on his side. Berkeley seems to like this. I fuck him like that for a while. I get a better appreciation of how hot his body is. Toned. Zero fat. As only 21 fuckers can be.

Finally, we are back to where we started. He’s on his stomach. I’m on top of him. Whispering encouragement in his ear. He mutters the one word that makes me smile: “harder.”

Start fucking him with a little more authority. No longer looking for guidance on whether he likes it or not. Grab his hips and begin to fuck him. It’s my turn to talk. I tell him how great his ass feels. How tight he is. He tells me to keep fucking.

Leaning forward. Telling him how tight his virgin hole feels wrapped around my aching cock. I can feel myself getting close. Tell him I’m going to nut inside him. “You want my seed, bitch?”

“baby” is over.

He begs for it. I straighten up. I’m banging Berkeley’s ass. Pushing off his back when I cum. The orgasm tears through me like a lightening bolt. I fall into automatic fucking. Slamming into his ass as hard as I can. Thrusting and groaning as I pump my load into his virgin hole.

Collapsing on top of him. Kissing his sweaty neck. Biting his magnificent shoulders. Ask him if he liked it. He came again while I was fucking him. Yeah, he enjoyed it.

While he’s in the bathroom cleaning up, James appears in the doorway. He’s stroking his thick rod. He’s been watching from the hall for most of it. Berkeley returns. Thinks James is my boyfriend and starts to freak. He apologizes profusely.

James convinces Berkeley that we sometimes share tricks. If we shared him…

Berkeley practically dives for James’ huge unit. James cums quickly. He’s been rubbing it out for a while. James doesn’t go down easily. He can stay up for hours (sans Viagra/Cialis/etc.)

James and I trade off on the kid until sunrise.

Got a call from James tonight. Real estate agent thinks someone broke into the condo. Place was a mess. Sex stains everywhere. Still, the client put a decent bid in for the place. I told James if I could help him sell any of his other condos, to give me a call.