Having left college and homeless, I took up a job at a local garage.  It's a small, independent shop.  One of those neighborhood places you find dotted throughout towns across the country.  Once a gas station with repair bays, now simply a mechanics garage.

At 21, I'm the youngest on staff.  I do most of the tedious stuff, oil changes, transmission and radiator flushes.  Essentially things the car owner could do, but doesn't.  The other three are older; the two mechanics being late 20's or early 30's, and the owner in his mid 40's. 

Besides the basic work I do, I also have a project car.  It's a car that the owner abandoned because of the extent of the work necessary and the dealership took ownership of.  I'm tasked with getting this bad boy back up and running, so when I don't have the basic stuff to do, I'm working on it.

This past June it had been hot.  Fucking sweltering, to be honest.  Myself and one of the mechanics, Jeff, were left behind to close up the shop.  Since the late afternoons are dead, it means Jeff does his thing and I get to work on my project car out in the back lot. 

Since Jeff is up front, I'm zoned out working on my car while he closes up the place when that time comes.  I can't say that I haven't noticed Jeff, he's a good looking guy.  Chiseled features, scruff beard of dark brown hair, and stunning blue eyes that can make you weak in the knees.  I can't help but notice him at times.  Jeff knows I notice him. 

When I'd check him out at the urinal he wouldn't step forward to make it difficult to see, or those days we happen to be dressing together and he'd have a change of clothes, he'd linger longer in his underwear.  When he became aware of what I was interested in seeing, he let me check him out. 

This isn't as if I just admired him from afar.  We talked, we'd eat lunch or go for beers and dinner after work if we worked together.  I wasn't stalking him, just catching glances of him when I could.

On this particularly hot, sunny, Saturday Jeff and I were working in our overalls, zipped down to our waists.  We were both hot, sweaty, and slightly dirty messes.  After closing up the shop Jeff came into the back lot where I was working.  I wasn't actually paying much attention to Jeff, but he seemed to be hanging close.  Neither of us was really paying close attention to the conversation, though I kept waiting for him to tell me it was time to wrap it up.  Then I felt him press against my ass with his stiff cock.  The conversation stopped.  I set my wrench down, straightened up and wiped my hand with a rag.  I looked down and saw his overalls unzipped all the way, the bulge in his underwear extending out beyond his overalls.

It had actually been sometime since I'd been with a guy. Or a girl for that matter.  A house party late last year that ended up costing me my relationship in an ironic twist.  I wasn't actively looking for someone.  I checked out Jeff no more or less than I checked out any of my other coworkers.  It's just that Jeff was making a move and a move I didn't necessarily expect.

Over the course of the past several weeks I had become aware that if one thing was true, Jeff seemed to get involved with psycho women.  The kind of woman that will stand there and punch and slap you, but as soon as you try to stop her she claims you're abusing her.  Or the kind that when you try to be flirty with her she'll tell you to stop, but a moment later will start accusing you of being "gay" because you're not
receptive to her attempts to be flirty.  Yeah, the psycho-bitch type. 

So he had been out of a relationship for a while because he seemed to be going in the same cycle repeatedly with similar women.  The fact that he was standing cock-to-ass behind me was a slight bit of a shock.  As much as I had taken an interest in seeing his cock, I never anticipated he had any interest in having sex with a guy.

As I looked down he asked if I wanted to suck his cock.  Being in the moment, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock.  My mind raced at a thousand thoughts a second considering every possibility of what this meant or could lead to and if any of it was what I wanted.  My hand embraced his bulge.  My hand slid down his shaft sheathed in his boxers, gliding past his firm head and then back up, my fingers brushing his thick cum-filled balls.  If there was any reservation, any hesitation, my hand had betrayed me and gave away my desire.  He bade me to suck his cock. 

I turned around to face him.  I placed my hands on his waist.  Sliding first my pinkies, then the rest of my fingers under the waist band of his underwear.  Despite wiping my hands on a rag before, both his underwear and ass were streaked with black oil and dirt as my hands slide down his ass taking his underwear down with.

His 8" cock bounced out in front of my face.  His cut cock stood firm, not quite straight out at me, but with a slight hang.  The head curves up and away in a dramatic ridge.  The bottom of the head is only slightly deeper than the shaft where the frenulum meets. The shaft arched back slightly, while simultaneously deepening and widening quickly after the head.  A hugely thick vein running down the top side of shaft branching into a few feeder veins.  He was slightly wider than he was thick.  Having not been in this position for a while, my hard on was raging.

To be clear, Jeff up to this point hadn't recently done any manscaping.  He offered a full bush including hairy balls.  I wrapped one hand around his shaft, pushing his cock up while wrapping my other hand behind his balls drawing them forward.  I took each of his sweaty balls in my mouth, sucking on them gently, drawing slowly off each before sucking in the other.  He let out a sigh, and he firmly placed his hand on the top of my head.

I let go of his cock as I drew my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, tracing his wide urethra up to the frenulum, then flicking my tongue against it.  He offered a soft moan, at which point my tongue slid up to his cum hole moping up a copious amounts of precum on its way.  He let out a more intense moan as I took his precum into my mouth and swallowed it.  The sweet precum was just as I remembered it. 

As my lips pressed against his head, Jeff pulled me closer to him with his hand.  My lips wrapped around his head, spreading wider as he went deeper into my mouth, until I was swallowing his cock down my throat.  This time he let out a satisfied moan as he held my mouth deep around his cock.  I struggled against his girth, and his pubes tickling my nose.  After about 15 seconds he let go his grip, and then I began sucking off his cock.

For both Jeff and I it had been a while.  I was in no hurry to end the moment and he was enjoying every second of it.  I sucked intensely on his cock while drawing him in my mouth.  Sometimes just so his head popped into my mouth, other times down to the base of his cock.  Varying the amount of time I went down on his cock, alternating between it and sucking or licking the shaft of this cock.

His moans were growing more frequent, and the amount of precum more copious.  As I kept going, his cock became engorged and I pulled off.  I told him to hold it, his cock was flopping as he worked to hold in his orgasm.  To help steady him and make it less likely he'd cum, I wrapped my lips around his shaft near the base.  Although a stream of cum came out of, he'd held his orgasm in, and I mopped up the pearly white cum up with my tongue being careful not to arouse him too much.

His cum was powerful.  The sweet/salty flavor and musky aroma was a welcomed sensation.  The flavor washed over my tongue and the smell filled my nostrils, while is cum coated my mouth and throat in slippery goodness as I swallowed it down.  I was so horny at this point I could have blown my load.

For the longest time Jeff was an image of masculinity in my mind, a straight guy I was only supposed to admire from afar and I was on the verge of getting him off with my oral skillz. 

I went back down on his cock sucking him deep into my throat.  He'd gone a little soft from the minor ejaculation, but I worked his head even more aggressively to bring him back around.  It didn't take long before Jeff was back into full form, his hand once again guiding my mouth over his cock.  We weren't going to try and have him hold it in this time, and without a word both of us understood it. 

Once again his cock engorged, this time even more firm than previously.  His breathing became deeper and more frequent and he was fucking my mouth slightly with slight movements of his hips.  As I worked his head in and out of my mouth, I could smell the musky aroma of cum in my nose, then spasms of cum shot into my mouth.  The thick cum quickly filled my mouth, oozing out of the sides before I could swallow it all.  I cleaned the sides of my mouth with a finger, then suck it dry, then returned to his cock to suck it dry.

The stream of profanities coming from Jeff was enough to know he was pretty pleased with my performance, but in case I wasn't sure he added in a "That was incredible!" just so I was aware.  His cock flopped up and down in front of me and occasionally I drew him back into my mouth to suck him dry again, before I got to my feet.

It felt good to get up off what passed as pavement, a mix of asphalt worn by years of weather and oil, and gravel.  As I stood before him, I placed my hands on his waist once again, this time drawing him closer.  It was at this moment I realized I completely misunderstood the situation.  I went in for a kiss when Jeff pushed against me and assured me "I'm not gay.  For me a blow job is just a blow job.  It doesn't matter if its a guy or a girl, I just wanted a blow job."  Rarely have I lost an erection quicker.

A few days later, when we worked together again, this time on lunch, he asked me for another blow job.  It took me a moment, but I couldn't pass up another opportunity to wrap my lips around his cock.  Since then the frequency of blow jobs from me had rapidly increased.  It isn't that there aren't other guys out there.  It's that really enjoy his cock.   

Since leaving the house Danny and I shared back in August, where I laid my head at night generally was up to the generosity of the people I knew.  Those generally have been close friends, or in the case of Danny an ex, and in the case of Caiden a new love.

Amber and I have never been friends properly, I was a senior when she was a freshmen.  I knew she existed, we socialized with the same group of people in school, but we never really hung out and we never knew each other other than in passing.  That Friday night at the party, I met up with Amber and a few of her friends.  Rumors and gossip fly around small towns quicker than the wind sometimes, so it was no surprise we were talking about Danny and I, or what I was up to.  I've had to go through the story with more than one person, though the events of the coming weekend would change regret of the circumstances into content with how things turned out.

Amber offered to let me stay at her house, she assured me her parents would be fine with it.  I had part of the week already mapped out where I'd be staying, but I told her I would let her know.  We exchanged phone numbers, then mingled for a while before I got my call from Danny and left.

Tuesday I received a phone call from Amber asking if I still needed a place to stay, her offer was still open.  Since it was Tuesday, and I had yet to figure out where I'd hang my head the following night, I mentioned Wednesday.  We met up after school was out and walked back to her place.  We spent most of the afternoon listening to music, talking about music, bands, and just stuff in general.  It was one of the best conversations I'd had in ages.  It was a lot of talk about nothing specific, just stuff. 

The two hours between when we got home and her mom came home seemed like only minutes.  The conversation that would follow would seem like it took all of that just to convince her to let me stay.  Part of this effort was eased by the fact that pretty much everyone in town already knew.  It was already common knowledge as to why I didn't live at home, and why I had lived at Danny's parents house.  The news of our break-up spread just as quickly.  So convincing her mom that I was there just for the night to have a place to sleep wasn't as difficult as I expected, but Amber's father would be the one who'd need the most convincing and that job was for Amber's mom. 

After a short argument, we were called down for dinner, then we returned to her room where she started her homework.  About two hours later she had finished up and got ready for bed.  After she got out of the bathroom, I decided to make myself ready as well.  It didn't take me all that long, but when I returned to her room I found Amber sitting on her bed in a lacy white satin camisole and bright red briefs.  I was a bit taken aback, but because Amber never showed the slightest interest me, I dismissed any notion it would be happening now or in her own home with her parents downstairs.  At first I was right, but Amber would be full of surprises.

I never had any intentions of doing anything with Amber, I didn't actively pursue sleeping at hers, I didn't ask to sleep in her room, and I made no attempts to do anything with her.  That isn't to say I wasn't aware of Amber's obvious physical traits, but they weren't doing anything for me.  After what happened with the girl in Scotland, the last thing I cared about was getting interested in girls again.  Amber on the other hand had always had an ulterior motive for me spending the night.

Amber is an extremely attractive girl, by any man's measure, she's outstanding.  She's naturally a dishwater blond, though she dyes it lighter, she's 5'6", fit and slender, a chest that would make most men weep, and a great bottom.

I put my stuff away and Amber got up off the bed and walked over to me, when I turned around she put her hands on my face and raised herself up on her tip toes and kissed me.  At first I didn't return her kiss, but she kept kissing me and eventually I returned her kiss.  I admit, it was arousing, but not like if I kissed a guy.

I still hadn't put my arms around her or anything, to be frank I didn't quite know what to do.  She slipped down my torso, stopping at my waist, then pulled down my boxers.  What transpired next was the most uncomfortable few minutes of my life ever.  When it was clear that I wasn't getting aroused by her, she eventually gave up.  I felt bad.  I appreciated the fact that she liked me enough that she took me in her home, and wanted to demonstrate how she felt, but I couldn't put myself there.

Although I wasn't aroused by Amber, I did want to try going down on her.  I've never been with a girl sexually, I never had the opportunity, and finding myself with a girl that was interested in me sexually was a first.  I offered it as a mea culpa and she accepted.

She put her legs up, and I pulled up her underwear, then she put her legs down along side her.  She was clean shaven.  She honestly looked stunning.

I stuck my middle finger in my mouth, then slid it inside her, she moaned approvingly as I slid it in and out.  With the thumb and index finger of my other hand, I began a circular motion with the skin on either side of the clit to work it.  This was received equally as well.  Then I bent down and began to work her pussy and clit with my tongue.

Amber seemed to be enjoying the experience, but I wanted to see if I could find her G-spot and experience what that was like for both her and me.  I slid my finger along the roof of her vagina.  At first I couldn't find it, then I put more pressure until I eventually felt this nub deep inside her.  As I began rubbing against it she arched her back and gasped for breath.   

My senses were being filled with Amber.  Her breathing and moans, and her smells.  The aromatic smell of her pussy, the flowery sweet smell of her perfume, the soft musky smell of sweat that was beading up on her skin, and the general smell of sex from her juices.  And finally her taste, the slightly acidic flavor.  It was wonderfully fantastic, yet strange.

I added another finger, and began working her clit faster.  Amber's breathing was getting heavier, moaning a bit more frequently.  Her G-spot was noticeably bigger, and stimulating it kept bringing her closer to the brink.  She had her first orgasm, juices flowed from her pussy onto my fingers, her muscles tightened against my fingers as they contracted against them.  I didn't stop stimulating her clit or g-spot.  Amber kept cumming, often more intensely than the last time. 

It was clear it was getting to be more intense than we wanted to experience at this particular time.  I stopped stimulating her with my fingers, but I lapped up her juices with my tongue.  When I was finished, I returned to my kneeling on the bed.  She was slow to move, her pussy was still moving a little and clearly bringing her some intense pleasure.

After a few minutes, I sat on the edge of the bed, and she got to her knees on the bed, grabbing her underwear.  She got off the bed, put on her underwear.  She asked me if I wanted to go to bed, and I agreed.  We started out both of us on our backs, laying there talking about everything but what happened.  Then she began getting tired, and rolled against me resting her head against my chest, an arm across my chest, and a leg across mine.  I was locked into position, but surprisingly comfortable with it.

As I laid there, I kept thinking about what happened.  It was amazing listening to her, watching her, feeling her have an orgasm.  I was responsible for making it happen, and she let me be the one to do it.  For most people, that probably would have been enough, but struck me more so was the fact that she didn't get upset that I wasn't turned on by her despite her attempts.  She could have been embarrassed, she could have been angry, or even mad.  She could have even accused me of making her go down on me and I doubt anyone would believe otherwise, but she didn't do any of that.  I couldn't figure it out, I just felt comfortably at ease with her that evening.

Her alarm went off shortly after 6AM.  We were both in the same exact position as last night, the exception being I clearly had morning wood.  I attempted to slip out of bed without her noticing, though I doubt she was completely asleep with her alarm just going off.  After I returned, I slipped back into bed, where it was much warmer.  Once again, she laid against me draping her arm and leg over me.  Her leg brushed up against my cock, and to my surprise my hardon returned.  This didn't go unnoticed by Amber, she intensified rubbing me with her leg until she dropped her leg to my side and put her hand on my cock. 

She began to stroke my cock loosely using the flannel of my boxers, I offered a deeply approving moan.  It felt great having her give me a hand job through my boxers.  I looked down, she was watching as she worked my cock, then looked up at me.  I couldn't help by kiss her.  While we were kissing, she reached under my boxers and kept working my cock.  Her hands and fingers were soft, every time her palm and fingers slid over my head I moaned it felt so good.  I took a deep breath, then as I came grunted as my cum shot onto my stomach.

She slid down the bed, my cock still firmly in her hand, then sucked my cock, then began licking the cum off my stomach.  After licking up all the cum she sucked my cock clean again, then put it back into my boxers before sliding back up to me where we made out for another ten minutes. 

After breakfast I walked her to school.  Later in the day she called me and asked me if I'd like to stay at her place over the weekend.  So I'm scheduled to spend the night at her house over the weekend.

Early last week Caiden called me and asked if I wanted to spend the night at his.  His parents would be out of town for the entire weekend, and siblings were spending the weekends at their friends house, which left him home alone.  It had been a few weeks since we properly had sex, so I said sure.  Since Danny and I split, I had been going from house to house staying with friends male and female for as long as I could.  The opportunity to spend a night with Caiden was welcome news.

In the past I've mentioned we lived in a small town, which is true.  However, the small town we live in is ten minutes away from one of the largest cities in the state.  Not to mention, there is a major university and several small colleges around.  I don't live in as sheltered of a community nor as far away from the big city as I lead on, however it is still a small town with a small town feel and a small town attitude.  Strangely so.

Friday night I was at a friends party when I got a call from Danny.  Danny wanted to know if I wanted to spend the night at his.  He wasn't offering me a bed to sleep in, he was offering his bed to sleep in.  His frustration came through the phone.  He'd later tell me about this twink he'd been working on over the past few weeks and how things weren't working out the way he had expected.  Danny never had to deal with someone inexperienced, I came well versed, even prepared.  Kyle's ass may have seen a finger or two, maybe even a vibrator or dong, possibly even an actual cock, but he'd never seen anything the likes of Danny.    Danny isn't for someone who thinks they're a size queen.  He's not for someone who thinks he's hot and wants to do him.  You have to be prepared for Danny, otherwise you're going to be in pain and neither you won't end up having good sex or any at all.  Other than this noob Kyle, I was the only other person Danny had ever been with.  I was familiar and welcomed territory.  I phoned Caiden, and let him know I had a friend I needed to help out so I wouldn't be able to be there later that night, so we made plans for Saturday.

I went to the house Danny and I rented, he was there expecting me.  As I walked up to the old wooden home, he was there in the doorway.  The porch light illuminated him from the front while the light in the living room illuminated him from behind.  There was a chill in the air, but he stood there in a tight, white tank top and pj bottoms.  His ripped arms flowed from his chest barely contained by his tank.  He looked good.  As I approached we exchanged our greetings, and as I made my way up the steps onto the porch I could see his bulge growing impressively.

Instinctively my hand groped his package, his cock was impressively hard for something so simple as me walking up but with a smile I walked past him, his hand groping my ass.  It was an all too familiar greeting for us.  Nothing was said that would right any wrongs committed in the past, this wasn't about that.  Danny was horny as hell.  He turned up the charm and romance to 11, in a way it was funny but in a way it was rather cute cause he was trying really hard to make sure he was getting some.

We had made our way up the stairs to the bedroom.  I threw off my jacket, and as I turned around Danny was there.  His hands, cold from the late night chill, slid under then lifted up my shirt.  He closed in, and we began kissing.  Instinctively my arms wrapped around his neck as his arms wrapped around my waist.  Our tongues wrestled in each other's mouths as his hands found their way to my ass.  Through my jeans he squeeze and drew me up tight against his cock.  Not since our first time had I remembered his cock being this hard. 

I let go of his kiss, sucking on his lower lip as I dropped down to my knees.  At the same time, my hands went from his neck to his waist, grabbing and pulling down his pj bottoms as I went down.  With me out of the picture, he'd let his grooming go by the wayside.  The once well quaffed bush was now a tangled mess of pubic hair.  It didn't matter, I had bigger things to concern myself with.

The precum it seems had been streaming out of his cock since I walked into the house.  The foreskin was drenched and dripping in it, and neither were the floor or his pjs spared of it.  With his cock in hand, I lifted it up and sucked the precum from his cock.  He tasted as good as always.  After cleaning the precum from his cock, I stuck my tongue between his head and foreskin, circling around from side to side, then I pulled his foreskin back and drew his cock deeper into my mouth.

We hadn't really gotten started before Danny pushed my head off his cock.  It seemed, as good this was, he wanted to fuck me.  I got up, undid my pants, pulled down my underwear, and got into bed.  Danny had removed his top while I was working his cock, so he followed me right behind into bed.  He wanted to take me from the front, so I got on my back again with my legs to the side.  Danny had a new addition, a large bottle of lube, I suppose to help with Kyle, nevertheless he shot a few squirts of lube into his hand and lubed my ass and his cock.

It had been a while since I had felt the girth of Danny's cock.  The weeks since both he and Caiden fucked me added up.  It wasn't a terrible experience, at once it was new, as well as familiar, and terribly exciting.  It had been a long time since this was how Danny made me feel.  With some slow insertion, and timely pauses to let me adjust to his cock, Danny was deep inside my ass.  Once there he wasted little time.

I had forgotten how much of a jack hammer Danny was.  To the uninitiated his style could tear and ass apart, even to someone well versed in him, his style can easily leave you breathless.  If you try to fight it, it only hurts, but if you just accept it it can be some of the best sex experienced.  Even this time I had to let go and accept it, then I could feel how incredible his cock was fucking my ass. 

My rapid, breathless breathing.  The sweat running off his face and chest.  I barely noticed he came.  He leaned into me, and kissed me, then continued fucking me as if nothing had happened.  The pumping of my ass with his cock shot his cum out onto my ass.  I could feel it dripping down my cheeks and crack.  Precum dripped from my cock.  Because of the depth of his fucking, I wasn't as aroused by his fucking as much as in the past.  This was definitely about what Danny wanted, and he wanted badly to get off.

There was far more pausing, and kissing this second time around.  Danny's body wasn't something just wonderful to look at from a far, but to feel the muscle, the skin, and taste the sweat.  It wasn't just I paying attention to his body, but he paying attention to mine as well.  His tongue flicked across as he sucked my pierced nipples.  They had always been a favorite of his, mostly because he found it fascinating how he could easily get me off just sucking them.  But always, he was fucking me, if be it slowly.  with the slower pace, my ass relaxed more making every stroke more pleasurable.  They were still deep strokes, and I could feel that feeling of ecstasy when he pushed all the way in.

He began fucking me with longer strokes, this was more to my liking.  I like the feeling of a long shaft going in and out of my ass, there's so much more pleasure in it rather than a short deep stroke.  Danny kept asking me if I liked it, I barely was able to make out a "Yes".  This was much better than I remembered.  The twinges of orgasm building started in me.  I could feel it deep in my ass and through my cock.

My ass began tightening, and I could feel Danny's cock felt harder as his thrust became more forceful.  It was an incredible tidal-wave of sensations running over me.  I was breathless and moaning.  My legs wrapped around his waist.  The smell of sweat and sex filled the room.  It was intense, erotic, it filled the senses.  Then, with a hard slapping thrust, Danny came.  I could feel the intense orgasm, his engorged cock filled my ass as he shot his cum inside me.  With each subsequent spasm of cum, I felt it less and less.  Danny kissed me, thanking me for the great sex, then pulled out. 

He laid next to me, then turned over away from me.  I laid there, my legs now down.  I wasn't disappointed in the sex, so much as I kind of felt as if I was there for nothing more than his self-gratification.  I got up, did a cum dump, then turned of the lights and went to bed.

The next morning started out the same as nearly every morning with Danny started.  I woke up and peed, then he woke up and peed, then he fucked me from behind.  It was familiar territory.  Don't get me wrong, if felt good.  I wouldn't have laid there getting fucked if it didn't feel good.  It's just over night I realized that things had changed between Danny and I, or maybe I had realized things just were never as good as I thought they were.  I don't know which is more true.  When Danny was finished, I got dressed and left.  I told Caiden we'd be over early to spend the day together and after the night before I didn't want to disappoint him.

Caiden was far more excited to see me than I had anticipated.  I figured he would be mad for skipping out on the night before, the fact of the matter was he was just happy as hell to see me.  It felt good.  After we got to his room, we started taking of clothes.  With Caiden everything has an energy to it as if it should be asked "If not now, then when?"  There is always an immediacy, a need to do it now, and it made it electrifying hot.  After we were out of our clothes we embraced and started kissing.  His hands rubbed my ass cheeks at first, then started dipping into my crack at which point I had to back away.

After admitting to Caiden where I had been the night before and why, he admitted he was turned on by it all.  Once again we began kissing, then he dropped down to his knees, kissing and licking my torso on his way down until he got to my cock.  With those incredible lips of his, he slipped my semi-hard cock in his mouth and sucked deeply on it drawing it all the way in.  I could his tongue on my shaft, his breath in my groin.  I hardened in his mouth, then he sucked me cock for a couple of strokes, then pulled off, kissing and sucking my balls as he began to make his way around behind me.

Caiden spread my cheeks apart, wide enough to get his face in my ass.  I could feel his tongue on my perineum, sliding into my hole, then up.  I leaned forward, using the first thing I could find to support me, as his tongue felt better than I expected.  Caiden greedily tongued my ass, my ass responding by opening up to his tongue, letting Danny's last load spill into Caiden's mouth.  There was no hesitation in Caiden, just a muffled moan as he lapped up the cum.  After a few minutes more, Caiden directed me to the bed.  Once again I got on my back, my legs to my side against my chest, feet up in the air.  Instead of fucking me, Caiden drew my cock into his mouth and began sucking.

I could barely see his mouth on my cock through the hair that hung down, but Caiden sucks cock with an intensity that draws all the blood to my cock, engorging it and making the head especially sensitive.  I could just imagine those lips, full, red, sliding up over the head when he went down on me, then popping open as he drew my head out of his mouth.  The feeling, and thought of it made the build-up to my orgasm unimaginable. 

I'm not sure Caiden nor I expected that much cum from me.  Weeks of build up, a night of blue-balls, and then an intense oral session with Caiden, I apparently wasn't holding back.  I could feel how much cum there was, I could feel its thickness as it surged through my cock and into Caiden's mouth.  His eyes looked up at me as if to ask "Really?  There's more?", some of what he couldn't swallow slipped out the corners of his mouth.  Caiden lapped it all up, sucking me clean, and then some.

I put my legs down as he slithered up my torso to kiss me.  The taste of cum on his lips was inviting, whether it was mine or Danny's it tasted good on his lips.  I could feel his hard cock against my ass.  I knew he was just as interested as I was in him fucking me.  Our last fuck was epic, and after getting shafted the previous night by Danny I was ready for some intense fucking.

Ready to go, Caiden slid back, lifting my legs forward at the same time.  He slid his cock against my hole, spitting a little to wet it, then plunged it deep inside.  I lost my breath while he moaned as he slid his cock in.  The head was the most different from Danny.  He wasn't any wider, he wasn't thicker, and he wasn't longer.  The only difference was that from head to base, the width of his cock was consistent. 

There is an interesting thing that happens when you get fucked by a big cock, only to have that followed up by a smaller cock later, for whatever reason that smaller cock especially if it isn't much smaller in girth, feels better than a bigger cock does.  As Caiden fucked me he found my prostate glad and began to fuck me with short deliberate strokes.  The head of his cock pressed and flicked my prostate with every pass leaving me breathless.  The deep tingly sensation as my orgasm built up came quickly, as each stroke worked me into a state of otherworldly orgasm.  I looked up at him, his intensity in fucking me was incredible to see.  I wrapped my hands around his ass, pulling him into me with his downward stroke.  He moaned "Fuck!" and an I could feel his cum shoot inside me.  He kept slowly pumping my ass, and I came, shooting a load across my chest.

He pulled out, sucked my cock clean, cleaned the cum off my chest, then ate out my ass again.  When he was finished, I rolled over to his cock and sucked it clean.

The rest of the day was filled with periods of relative calm, making out, then fucking.  Caiden was making up for any lost time he figured there was, and getting as much action in in a relatively short period of time as we possibly could.  I left his house Sunday morning in pain, my ass hurt from getting fucked so much, and my balls hurt from cumming so much, but I wouldn't have missed that night with Caiden.

I had two nights with two lovers, old and new.  The former confirmed for me things were over with, the latter confirmed that bigger isn't always better.  I used to envy and crave Danny, after that night I just felt sorry for him.  It may be my fault that he has the wrong expectations of inexperienced guys, but he hasn't realized that sex is a two-way street.  It's not just about him getting off.

Caiden's family is one that I watch growing up.  We're from the same neighborhood, went to the same church, so quite literally his family grew up before my eyes.  Despite living on the same block, we didn't hang out.  A few years younger than me, and certainly not into the same things I was through elementary, middle, and high school we generally maintained our distance.  However, when we were in elementary school, I was sort of a big brother.  If he was getting harassed, I tended to lookout for him.  Between middle school and high school though we typically didn't see much of each other or interact.  While it wasn't shocking, I did find it odd to see him at a party a few weeks back.

Caiden look like someone who needed to get something off his chest.  He kept insisting I pay attention to what he had to say, despite him rambling on about things.  I think he was trying to get me to "get" what he was saying, but most of the conversation I spent checking out guys in the room.  Frustrated with my lack of attention, he leaned in, pressing his cheek to my cheek, lips centimeters from my ear, and said "I'm gay."

I have never had someone come out to me before.  Certainly not someone who I considered my younger brother, despite being from an entirely different set of parents.  I figured me walking upstairs with someone to see if one of the rooms were available would have been a red flag that anyone with me was gay.  While I hadn't asked yet, I got the sense that Caiden hadn't come out to anyone except me.  The basement door had been locked, but with some deft use of a credit card, the bolt was popped open and we made our way down stairs making sure to relock the door.  In the quiet of the basement, with the party going on upstairs, we talked.

Caiden is a trim six feet tall.  Not muscular, not thin, but not fat.  He doesn't necessarily stand out from a crowd as something exceptionally hot or cute, but by no means is he ugly.  He's the kind of guy you don't notice until he wants to be noticed, and he was making it clear he wanted to be noticed.  Caiden has been living with the secret of his sexuality for a while, scared to come out, scared of what might happen to him especially in light of what happened to me, he's been torn.  He was desperate to tell someone, anyone, and he was desperate to validate his sexuality.

To say Caiden was horny would have been an understatement, he wanted nothing more than acknowledgment that his feelings and sexuality were legitimate.  So I stood up, and took him into one of the  guest rooms off to the side.  He closed he door then turned on a table lamp, while I undid my belt then dropped my trousers and underwear to the floor.  The veins on my six inch cut cock were bulging I was so hard.  I motioned for him to come over, then putting my hands on his shoulders I pushed him down to his knees and told him to suck my cock.

If he wanted a load of cum, he was going to be getting a load of cum.  I hadn't had sex in two weeks and I was aching for some action.  Clearly, however, Caiden was not an expert at sucking cock.  With a little training and encouragement, Caiden was expertly sucking my cock.  I had encouraged him to run his tongue over and under the favorite parts of my cock.  He considerately obliged, running his tongue under and around my head, then mouthing the underside of my shaft before returning and sucking on my cock.  He sucked deeply when he drew his mouth up my shaft to the head. 

Occasionally I'd encourage him stop and suck on my balls or shaft, as his cock sucking was drawing me quickly to shooting my load into his mouth.  I was trying to prolong the experience for as long as possible, but it was quickly becoming clear it was a losing cause as the amount of time with my dick in his mouth was getting shorter and shorter before I needed him to back off again.  Eventually he went a little too long.  While I was able to hold my orgasm he got his first taste of cum as it streamed out of my cock and on to his waiting tongue.

Encourage by the taste Caiden greedily sucked my cock into his mouth.  This time I grabbed his head and began thrusting my hips, fucking his mouth with my cock.  Assured he was OK, I increased the pace, thrusting quickly in and out of his rose-colored lips.  It didn't take that long to get me to the point of climax, I pulled out just far enough so my cock head was resting on his lips and let him continue to suck it until my load shot into his throat, making him choke slightly.  Without hesitation, he swallowed the entire load.  I asked him to clean up the cum dribbling out of my cock, then kissed him.

It was a rather electric kiss, this was all kind of new to me too.  It was the first time I was not only dominant but the top.  While I typically come on strong with guys I'm interested in, I quickly become submissive.  I'm the one who typically goes down on whoever I'm with.  Kissing Caiden after he sucked me was just as much about me as it was him.  The boy, who I saw as a brother, the man who needed validation, they were one in the same and I wanted nothing more than to show him more of what he had in store.

While Caiden was still on the floor, I pulled his shirt off.  After he got up off the floor, my hand went and caressed his package.  Unlike Tony and Danny, I knew nothing of what to expect of Caiden.  I knew what most of the guys in my class looked like naked, but only a handful of them did I know what they looked like hard.  Outside of my class, I didn't know what anyone else looked like unless it was brought to my attention.  Caiden wasn't anything I knew about, searched for, or did I have a reason to think he was anything of note.  My hand was telling me otherwise.

We kept making out as I caressed his cock, then we laid back onto the bed.  He backed himself up to the headboard.  As I walked myself up to him between his legs I grabbed his pants and underwear and began to pull them off, his legs up in the air in front of me.  His cock, wide, a bit more than 8 inches, laid there against his stomach.  Caiden grabbed his balls, then stroked his cock looking at me with a wry smile.  His cock head is broader than Danny's, but not anywhere near as thick.  It's as wide as Tony's, but that width is consistent from shaft to head, it doesn't taper.  It's a massive tool and I could barely contain from drooling all over him.  As for the rest of him, Caiden is only slightly hairy.  If he wasn't as hairy as he was, you'd think he was a teenage boy, rather than a young adult.

It was my turn to show him the ropes.  The girth of his cock made sucking his cock pretty much a head only thing.  Not that I didn't give the rest of his cock ample attention, but there was no way I was going to be able to take all 8 inches of him down my throat, or in my mouth for that matter.  I wasn't too upset, however.  I eagerly gave his head most of my attention, especially with ample precum dripping from his cock. 

I slid my lips and mouth over his thick head, popping my lips up over the edge of his head, my tongue cradling the underside.  When it seemed as though he was getting too excited, I turned my attention to the underside of his shaft, mouthing the underside with my tongue tracing the path of his thick, pronounced urethra. 

Realizing this was about Caiden rather than myself, I pushed his legs forward spreading him wide, wet my finger and slipped my finger into his ass.  The initial shock over, Caiden was taking to a single finger up his ass rather well.  As well, things were cleaner than they could have been.  With the help of some additional spit on my part, I began working his ass with two fingers.  His ass getting opened up with my fingers, I turned my attention back to his cock, which was dripping with some serious precum.

With my fingers deep inside his ass, it didn't take long for Caiden to blow his load.  His cum shot in my mouth amidst loud grunts and moans of ecstasy.  After cleaning up his cock, lavishing it with a tongue bath, and sucking it clean and dry of any cum, I turned my attention back to those beautiful lips of his.

His hands on my ass, my cock dangling in the crack of his ass, there was nothing I wanted to do more than drive my cock up his sweet virgin ass.  For a first time, I'm not a fan of taking it missionary, so after a seriously hot session of sucking face, I had Caiden turn over onto all fours.  His ass low, his legs spread wide, with his back arched up, I moistened his ass and my cock with a generous amount of spit and slid inside.

As my cock slid into his tight as moans of enthusiastic delight floated from his lips.  Slowly I slid deeper and deeper.  His hole was tight around my cock as I began pumping his ass.  Gradually I started fucking him harder and faster.  I grabbed his shoulder, and started pounding his ass hard in short quick strokes.  Deep, breathless moans, fast breathing, and gasping breaths emanated from Caiden as I fucked him.  I had never noticed how intoxicating those noises were when they came from me while getting fucked, but I was incredibly turned on by Caiden. 

My cock was getting rock hard, every thrust, every moan, drove me that much closer to the edge.  Sweat was running down my forehead and chest, the room, which had been rather cool earlier was warm and most with the smell of man sweat and sex.  My own breaths were sort and quick, as I pumped his ass.  With one last hard thrust I shot my load inside his ass. 

As I rolled to the side, Caiden laid forward, his ass still up in the air.  It wasn't long before his ass relaxed and we were in search of a bathroom.  After both a cum dump and a shit, I offered to give Caiden an enema in the shower.  The basement has a walk-in with a hose and shower wand.  It also gave me the opportunity to clean up from fucking Caiden as well.  After about an hour between the enema and making out while showering, we went back into the bedroom.

As I laid down in the bed this time, it was Caiden that walked up the bed between my legs.  I had brought my legs to my sides, my ass perfectly on display for him.  A slit.  It had missed the thrill of a cock sliding in and out of it.  Clean, hairless, it is was a beauty to behold.  Caiden slid his fingers over it, letting one duck in momentarily before leaning forward and kissing me.  His cock was hard in anticipation of what was going to happen next. 

The hand that had been fingering me now slid up my torso and chest, the other was wrapped around his cock, which he was now using against my ass.  He spit on the tip of his cock, smearing it against my hole, then pressing his cock in my ass.  There was some initial pain as my anus stretched around his cock, but once through the rabbit hole my ass accepted his thick cock.

What transpired once Caiden started fucking me was a cacophony of sounds, his body slapping against mine, his cock sliding into my ass, our breathing, but I didn't take notice of that.  The length of his cock, his thickness, the long strokes he pumped my ass with, it all conspired to blow my mind with some of the hottest fucking in a long time.  The feeling of your ass being fucked and you can control it, you can't stop him from pumping your ass with his cock.  Especially when he's been going strong for minutes on end.  You want it to end, but at the same time you want it to last forever.

As Caiden fucked me, my ass just felt sensational.  The best way to put it is numb with sensation.  His head, with a pronounced ridge, his cock was getting me fucked proper.  Eventually he realized where his cock was when I offered an effeminate moan, and began concentrating on that particular spot.  The effect was nearly immediate.  My ass began to tighten around his cock, which only intensified everything.  As his head slid back and forth against my prostate, everything began building up.  Cum shot explosively from my cock, showering my chest and abs.  But Caiden didn't let up.  He kept fucking me the same, with the same intensity.  Without a cool down, I kept cumming.  Not quite so explosive, but equally intense.

Exhausted, Caiden finally came moments later.  Me drenched in cum, he drenched in sweat, we laid there and fell asleep.  I woke up the next morning to find Caiden licking and eating the dried cum off my chest.  We made out for a bit, before getting dressed, then sneaking up the stairs, and taking off.

Caiden hasn't yet come out, but he's a lot more comfortable and happier with who he is now.  Since that day we've hooked up a few more times, unfortunately neither of us have a place to be private with the other, but we tend to try to work things out the best we can.

In life it seems nothing turns out quite as you hope, and nearly never as you expect. 

That being said, she went back to her boyfriend.  Yes, the emotionally abusive prick gets his third chance and I get made to feel as though I'm not necessary anymore.  There when she needed to feel good about herself, painfully ignored and pushed away when the person she wants pays attention to her.

I don't think I could be more attractive looking, physically.  Granted I suppose I could work out and get more ripped but I like being toned.  The problem isn't physical, the problem is he's the only one she feels comfortable with.  And that's a problem.  I can't make her love me.  Everytime I tried, it just made me feel worse about myself because there was an inevitable rejection that followed it.

Note, it isn't me saying "I love you!" and her saying "Lets be friends."  More like, me talking and then her yelling at me for having a thought that was opposite of her opinion.  It seemed clear I wasn't who she wanted to talk to, or have around.  Just the guy who made her feel good about herself, enough for her to break up with him, then take him back because she didn't have the will power to let go.  He knew it too.  The bastard even told her that he knew she'd be back for him once she realized she had no one else.

So I've returned to familiar territory in fucking spectacular fashion.

This won't be long.

The actual seriousness of this conversation has escaped some, but there is no need to apologize.  I know I set an expectation of my blog and this is a different turn for it.

I have not slept well since this girl and I began talking again, and neither has she.  She's probably up, in her room, reading at the moment.  However, sometimes we're up until early in the morning (for both of us) talking.  She's been starting to compare me to him in her arguments with him.  As a result, he's demanding she cease any contact with me.

I like the fact that I'm her example of a good boyfriend, vs his example of a bad boyfriend, but it definitely has put me in new territory.  While she's still trying to repair her relationship with him, I'm becoming the person who is making her happy and filling her time.  He either ignores her or calls her a cunt and bitches at her.

Until I know he's out of the picture, I keep wavering between feeling like I'm boyfriend material and feeling like I'm just the gay best friend.

This probably the most person blog I may ever write.

I am at a crossroad in my life.  Roughly four years ago, I met through a friend of a friend of a friend, a girl from Scotland on the Internet.  She was fourteen, I was sixteen.  We instantly clicked, and we became good friends.  Then over the course of Winter we became best friends, at least as close as two people can get on-line.  We shared deeply personal thoughts and feelings, and it was great.  This was the closest I had ever gotten to a girl, and I started to have strong feelings for her.

As Summer approached, she began to date this guy.  At first, I was OK with it, but then I became jealous of him.  Eventually, I told her I loved her.  This might all seem normal, except I'm gay and I was and am still in a relationship with another man.  I tried to back out, and say it was as friend because I most certainly do love her as a friend, very deeply, but the damage had been done.  For nearly a year we struggled making friends of it, then we stopped talking altogether. 

Eleven months later we started talking again.  At first, I was just the friend, but as her relationship with her current boyfriend deteriorates, I'm being drawn in emotionally to this girl.  She's amazing and attractive, and I can't help feeling strongly for her.  Yet I'm in a relationship, to a guy I admire, respect, and love just as dearly.  I've never been with a girl, I've never fallen in love with one, and I've certainly never, ever had this kind of emotional connection to one.  Yet I can't help but feel something for her, and I can't help but want something more with her.  But it is scaring the hell out of me.

Sexuality is not something you can turn on or off, so why when she needs me do I feel so much emotionally for her?  I've never gotten a hard-on over a girl, yet sitting there just talking to her about nothing I get hard.  I wasn't thinking about sex, we weren't talking dirty, nor were we exchanging nude photos.  As well, every time I have sex, every time I go to sleep, I can't help but think about her.

My best friend is Danny.  My friends are Danny's friends.  I've been disowned by my family since I was 16 and was kicked out of the house.  I don't know if I should  take a leap of faith and try to make a go with her, or try to let it go and move on with my life as it is.  Nothing makes much sense anymore.  If things don't work out with her, what do I have?  I'll have lost a guy who I enjoy personally, emotionally, and sexually.  I may even lose my friends.

I would appreciate comments.

Danny and I slept that night together in bed, naked.  Much of the night I was between sleep and being awake.  My ass was a mix of pain and pleasure.  My sphincter sometimes had flashes of pain, but with a general sensation of pleasure through my rectum. 

In the middle of the night, I felt Danny's cock, pressing into my crack, hard.   I didn't pay much attention to it until he pressed his cock against my hole and slid it in.  There was a slight momentary gasp, a flash of pain, and he was inside.  He'd placed one hand on my shoulder, the other he used to bend my knee, then he began to fuck me in a slow rhythmic fuck, timed seemingly to our breathing.  It was an incredibly pleasurable fuck, but because of my exhaustion it was one I would end up in and out of sleep on until just before Danny came.  Danny had tightened his grip, both on my shoulder and my hip, thrusting his cock in and out of my ass.  The hardness of his cock radiated intense spasms of pleasure in my ass, as I moaned in low grunts.  With one hard thrust of his hips to my ass and one hard smack, he shot his cum deep inside me.  Another thrust, another smack, another shot of cum and then he returned to a slowing pace. I returned to my restless sleep, until near dawn I fell soundly to sleep.

Morning came, and I was the first to wake.  Noticing a pressing need to relieve my bowels, I made a dash for the bathroom.  Cum leaked from my ass as I sat down.  What remained of the cum streamed out of my ass into the toilet, and with it I pissed as well.  My ass slick with cum, I returned to the bed and rested, still tired from the night.

Sometime later, I felt Danny get out of bed, heard him pissing for what seemed like days, then the flush of the toilet.  He'd flipped the duvet off me and to his side of the bed, then entering from behind slipped between my legs.  He gently tapped the outside of my legs, telling me to bring my legs together.  I obliged and arching my back, offered a slightly slightly better angle on my ass for him.  With one hand on my butt, another on this cock, he pressed his cock into my ass.

There was only a slight resistance before Danny's cock slid deep inside.  There was no pain, only ripples of deeply intense pleasure.  Once Danny started fucking me, there was nothing that was stopping him this morning.  Once again he offered a lightning fast jackhammer fuck, only slowing to change his breath a few times.  Unlike the day before, there was no pain to accompany and stifle the pleasure of the moment.  There was Danny's cock fucking my ass.  I was beside myself.  My mouth biting into the pillow, or agape from the pleasure.  It wasn't long before his thrust became harder, his cock firmer, and my ass cheeks bright, rosy red, when his load shot inside me.

I could feel each orgasmic spasm of cum shoot through his cock through my sphincter and ass wrapped tightly around his cock.  His sweat dripping on my, the heat of his breath as he exhaled heavily through his orgasm.  He leaned forward and kissed me as we exchanged "good mornings".  As he righted himself, he pulled out.  Once he was clear of the bed, I got up and made my way to the bathroom again.  As I sat down once again, his cum streaming out from my ass, he came in and I started sucking on his cock.  It was more salty than normal, but I lovely took it in my mouth sucking it and his shaft clean.  It was late in the morning after we finished having sex, and got dressed.  We had an appointment to meet friends for some bowling and lunch. 

We bowled for about an hour, the stopped to get food, at that point Danny and I excused ourselves and made way to a bathroom off the the side of a now, little used portion of the bowling ally.  Once the location of an arcade, the only purpose it served now was as an entrance or exit.  After relieving ourselves at the urinals, Danny gave me a glance, then back to the stall.  Without a word I opened the door and made room for Danny.  As I grabbed the top of the stall, I arched my back sticking my butt out, and Danny drew his arms around me, unbuttoning my pants, then from behind dropping my pants to the floor as he pulled my briefs down so they rested on the underside of my ass. 

Danny slid his cock between my cheeks, like a large, thick tongue in my crack.  He spat in my crack onto his cock, then slowly slid inside.  Like earlier that morning my ass gave way freely to his cock, but because of the arch of my back and the angle of insertion, his cock sliding in nearly brought me to my knees.  He fucked me hard with medium strokes that teased and tortured my ass.  He had grabbed the top of the stall, his hands next to mine and pumped my tight ass with his thick, hard cock.  With multiple fucks over the past 18 hours or so, my orgasm was quickly building.  My ass had no need to tighten, though it did some, making Danny's thrust more deliberate and intense.  With me barely holding onto the stall wall, my legs about to give, I let out a small girlie moan, then white, hot, creamy cum shot through my underwear.

Danny didn't stop for a moment, less than a minute later his cock was hard, thrusting madly in and out, and with one final thrust his cum shot up into my ass.  We kissed front to back for about 30 seconds, his cock still firmly entrenched in my ass.  Composed, he pulled out of my ass, while I let out moans of pleasure.  In an instant his cum left my ass, catching my pants.  This was a messy fuck, and there wasn't any way I was going to get out of smelling like cum if I didn't already.

Danny has been my best friend since third grade.  We lived across the street from each other and spent countless days and nights at each other's houses.  Only in middle school, and then later in high school did Danny and I ever hang out with different people.  Mostly that was because he was a part of a jocks that played football, basketball, and baseball and I wasn't.  So, while we still did stuff together outside of school, in school we had our own separate groups. 

Likewise, because we were friends, growing up I was very aware that Danny was physically bigger.  At sleepovers we tended to share beds, under the same covers, and head-to-head, which meant morning wood or a wet dream might end up waking up the other person.  Usually me.  Neither of us made a big deal of it or talked about it though.  Neither of us wanted to appear gay. 

Danny had the misfortune in high school, of being known as a good guy.  He was every parents dream, and honestly every parent wanted him to date their daughter.  Unfortunately for Danny he had the distinct and unusual reputation for never getting physical.  For the longest time, I understood this to mean he didn't go to second, third, or score a home run with anyone.  In retrospect, there were a lot of times I should have realized there was more to it than at first it appeared, but Danny covered up pretty well.  It wasn't hard to believe he was straight.  Eventually I would find out otherwise. 
 
Once again, Danny and a girl broke up because he wasn't getting physical with her.  She, broken hearted and in tears, he, confused and frustrated.  As we were walking to his house we started talking about it, it was then that I understood he never actually kissed a girl.  After we got to his house, I offered my services, that is I asked if he wanted to practice kissing me as a warm up/learning experience.  It was a little out there, but Danny and I were best friends and if worse came to worse he'd laugh in my face about it and tell me to fuck off.  I didn't expect Danny to agree to it.

Little did I know that Danny was living in a closet.  I wouldn't quite realize this until later, but Danny had always been into me, at least since puberty struck, but because his dad wanted him to do well in sports and everyone including his parents encouraged him to date, he tried to follow a typical, average jock lifestyle.  So when it came to my offer, Danny decided not to pass-up an opportunity he had been hoping for for ages.

Danny is tall as well, being a football, basketball, and baseball player he's muscular, in very good shape and very attractive looking.  From the time we were in middle school he's has been training with weights.  During school this was to improve his performance in the sports he played, but now it's mostly to keep in shape.  So ripped abs, meaty arms and legs have always been staples with his body. 

His most outstanding feature is his 10" uncut cock that's almost 8 1/2" in circumference.  His cock is honestly deceptive if you just look at it from the side, you can see that it's thicker behind the head, but narrows some mid-shaft before widening at the base again.  Top down though, he uniformly spreads out into a V, with a slight bulge mid shaft.  The head all round is uniformly pronounced -- meaning the ridge extends to the bottom to the split -- and it shelters itself in foreskin.  Flaccid, his cock is longer and wider than mine is when it's hard.

Our kissing started out pretty simple.  I just offered a closed mouth kiss, which lasted a little bit.  Then I suggested we try something open mouth.  At first this started out mildly enough, but then I started teasing his lips with my tongue and sometimes touching my tongue to his.  When his tongue began meeting mine, things started getting hot.  He laid back on the couch, and I began working his hard-on through his pants.  With one hand bracing me against the couch, I deftly undid the button on his pants and unzipped him.  My hand slide down inside his underwear and slowly pulled his massive cock out.  Poking out of the foreskin was his head, already a little precum formed at the tip.  It was the first time I would be giving a guy who was uncircumcised a blow job, but I couldn't wait.  Since I didn't really know what to do with a foreskin, started sucking on his cock over the foreskin.  It worked pretty well for Danny, but I was missing the feeling of my lips washing over the ridge of his cock head. 

I was never going to get much of his cock in my mouth, my tonsils make that difficult, so most of my attention was focused on his head, licking and mouthing the underside of his cock.  It wasn't to say I couldn't get 3 or 4 inches in my mouth, I could, but his size prevented any possibility of going deeper.  My tongue explored his head, teasing the underside, tracing his veins, and bathing his cock in my saliva.  My lips toyed with his head, slowly washing over it falling into the space behind, then quickly pulling back.  My mouth took in as much of his shaft as I could muster, mouthing the shaft and underside, all the way to the base.

Because of Danny's lack of sexual activity of any kind, even masturbation, he was extremely charged.  To say things happened quickly would be an understatement, but all it took was about 60 seconds of working his cock and Danny was spewing his load in my mouth.  Danny wretched as he came, his body heaving up with every spasm of orgasm. His cum was a thick and gel-like.  Unlike Tony it was significantly more voluminous.  As fast as I could swallow it I did, and even then some dribbled out of my mouth and down his cock.  Danny was beside himself on the couch, other than wet dreams, this was the first true ejaculation he'd ever had.  He seemed shocked, but wonderfully pleased.  I cleaned up any remaining cum, then turned to sucking on his head and foreskin a little more for good measure.

Danny's hard-on didn't relent, so I decided to turn my attention back to sucking face with him.  My hand held on firmly to his cock, stroking him gently.  Our kisses were far more passionate now, his use of tongue far more liberal.  His cock was throbbing in my hand, the aftermath of his orgasm, meant cum oozed from his cock.  Between kissing, I attentively sucked and bathed his cock with my mouth and tongue.  After a moment to come up for air, we talked.  It was here I found out how into me he had been, how he only had wet dreams when he was dreaming of sex with me, and for how long he'd been attracted to me but he was afraid of saying or doing anything about it.  If he wasn't my best friend, if his cock didn't interest me, what he said endeared me to him.  I wanted Danny more than ever at that moment, but at the same time I wanted to keep kissing his wonderful lips.

There we remained, him laying flat on their plus leather couch, me straddling his side.  His cock, now dry, still in my hand.  In the interim of talking and kissing, he hand undid my pants as well.  His left hand, grabbed my ass through my briefs, while his right hand was firmly on my waist.  I could feel the effects of his hand kneading my ass, making me increasingly horny for his cock.  Quickly he slipped his hand under my briefs, once again kneading my ass in the flesh.  As he continued to do this, I froze as spasms of pleasure rippled up my ass.  I gasped a little.  I could feel the precum pooling in my underwear making them slick against my cock.  He brought his index finger to bear on my hole, at first massaging the outside, then teasing it by pressing down into my anus as his finger slid over.  This wasn't something he had just thought of doing, it was something he hand thought long and hard on.  Dreamed of.  Hoped for.  As much as I was the focal point of bringing him pleasure in his wildest fantasies, he was the focal point for bringing me the same in those same fantasies.  Without saying anything, he slowly pressed his finger into my hole.  Once again I gasped, this time deeper with both the sensation of his finger slipping into my ass and the slight pain a dry finger will bring.  I hadn't been fucked in months.  Tony had moved away, leaving me without.  It wasn't to say I wasn't prepared, I still performed colonics after I went the bathroom.  It just felt cleaner, but I wasn't as prepared as I could have been.  His finger had managed to make its way as far as it could inside me.  Danny definitely was in new territory, at first just wiggling his finger around, making me giggle at the absurdity of it, then sliding it in and out, fucking my ass with it.  The benefit of a enema is that the body replaces the mucus lining, leaving a natural lube inside the ass.  As his fingered continued to slide in and out, my ass arched to give him a better angle and my breathing got heavier as spasms of pleasure rippled up my cock adding to the pool of precum soaked into my underwear.  In his ear I passionately whispered "Fuck me!"

Danny's parents have a huge house.  His room is the size of a master suite.  A king size bed sits in the middle flanked my furniture, sports gear, dirty clothes, and miscellaneous stuff that never properly was filed, put away, or thrown-out.  As we got into his room, we began kissing and removing each others clothes.  First I took off his shirt, revealing a meaty chest with gorgeous pecks, ripped abs, and thick arms with muscle and sinew rippling beneath his skin.  I was next to this Adonis, I was in his arms.  His skin wasn't cold and lifeless, it wasn't something I had to try to imagine, he was warm, tough yet tender.  We began kissing again, our cocks both safely within the confines of our pants and underwear, squished together as we embraced. 

He pulled up on my shirt, breaking our embrace and kiss revealing my lean, smooth muscular torso and arms.  While neither my pecks or arms are muscular to the same degree as Danny is, I am athletically tone with six-pack abs.  Once again we embrace, kissing deeply my hands running across his chest, down his abs, onto his waist.  I pull away from the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip as I pull away, kissing his chin, along his jaw, and down his muscular neck, finishing with a playful bite on his shoulder.  Meanwhile, Danny had once again unbuttoned my pants, sliding his large hands over my round, firm, muscular ass, dropping my pants and underwear to the floor.  Once again his hands squeeze my ass, though this time he is quicker with the finger.  The sensation takes my breath away once again.

At this point I was so ready and willing to be fucked my him.  Looking up, smiling at him, we again locked lips.  As I reached down between our torsos, his hands still on my ass, his finger still up my hole, I undid his pants.  He brought his arms up to my shoulders, wresting them while we kissed, and I dropped his pants and boxers to the floor.  After a good ten minutes of just standing there, making out we stepped out of our clothes, then I went and got on the bed.  While my normal routine includes an enema after going to the bathroom, I didn't plan on having sex, so I didn't have any lube on hand.  While saliva works as a lube after you're used to sex with a particularly sized cock, I wasn't going to try my luck with Danny.  So as he got on the bed, I asked if he had anything to use as a lube.  He darted from the room to go check his parents' room.  When he came back he had a tube of lube in hand, and a huge grin on his face.

He got on the bed behind me, I on all four, instructed him on what to do.  He gently took a finger full of lube on it and smeared it on my hole.  Using his free hand he pried apart my hole, then stuck the lubed finger in.  He has long fingers, and as his finger went in I once again let out a soft moan.  After a while of toying my ass, I told him to use two fingers.  After several minutes of finger fucking my ass, I turned around and lubed up his cock. 

When Danny's head met my ass it really didn't feel all that different from Tony's.  In fact Tony's may have been a little broader, but it didn't take long to notice the difference between the two as Danny's head began to enter my anus.  Having had sex before, I knew full well that beyond the initial pain one suffers, there is a world of pleasure to be experienced.  As with time you haven't had sex in a while, or the cock is larger than what you've experienced in the past, there will be pain.  With Danny patience was definitely a virtue.  The most difficult part was just getting through the anus initially.  It required a lot of momentary pauses while I bore down on his cock, helping my muscles to relent to the size of him.  Especially with how thick Danny's cock is near the head, this proved much more time consuming than with Tony or Brendon.  As the shaft made its way into the rectum, there were a few more moments where it was necessary to stop and ease him inside, but nothing significant until he was nearly entirely inside me, where once again because of his size it require a little more effort before my ass relented fully.  All the while, as Danny's got plunged deeper and deeper, my anus stretched wider and wider with his girth.  All in all, the experience left me breathless, in mild pain, but wanting.

At first, Danny fucked my ass hard.  With little time wasted once he filled my ass with his cock, he grabbed me at the waist and started with a rapid paced, pounding fuck.  His pace left me little time to catch my breath,  sending me into a tizzy.  The pressure my ass was exerting on his cock was both pleasurable but painful.  As long as he didn't thrust his cock inside me, I could deal with the pressure, but it was sending me near to the point of orgasm.  In a matter of a couple minutes of intense fucking I was unable to contain my orgasm.  The constant pressure on my prostate, the way his shaft worked it, and the lightning-quick pace brought me to this point.  Effeminate moans and squeeing emanated from my mouth, as he struggled with each stroke in my tightening ass.  He insisted on plowing my ass, driving me ever closer to the brink.  With a loud girlish moan, I came.  Cum oozing out of my now hard cock, drizzling out as Danny pumped my ass.  He didn't let up though, I could feel his cock sliding in and out, every vein, every bump sending me toward my next orgasm.

So far the sex had been intense, Danny still very horny was sweating and hot and he pulled out.  As he pulled out, my as spasmed in delight as he passed my prostate.  A small burst of cum spilled out of my cock.  As I laid forward on the bed, my butt up in the air, Danny laid on top, the heat of his body warming me, his sweat dribbling down my back and sides.  I could feel his hot breath against my neck, then we turned and kissed.  My ass was pulsing as his cock laid in the crack of my ass.   It was a nice, sensual moment, I wanted more and so did he.

With his confidence improved now that he'd brought me to orgasm, Danny set out fucking me with a new sense of purpose.  I got back up on all fours again, this time lowering myself a bit, anticipating a doggy-style fuck.  Instead, Danny went all out jackhammering my ass.  It was the most intense fuck ever.  With his hips slamming against my ass, lending to a loud slap with each stroke, I was once again breathless.  Between jack hammering my ass with his cock he would slow things down, then start up again.  For several minutes this went on, as my as began to tighten around his cock. 

My ass was a flutter as spasms of orgasmic pleasure shot through my ass and cock.  Over stimulated with sensation my cock dripped with cum.  I didn't want him to stop.  With every stroke the thick shaft behind his head rubbed my prostate sending spasms all over and making my ass cinch tighter to his cock.  The size of his cock never let me feel as if I was closing down on his cock, he or it or the both of them were always in control of me, and as Danny fucked me I knew it to be true.

As the sweat rolled and dripped off of Danny onto me, I remained there getting fucked, in my own little world.  As he fucked me the world melted away, the only thing I could feel was his huge cock sliding through my ass, driving me madly to orgasm.  This time I barely cinched against his cock.  His cock seemingly pumping the cum out of my cock making it stream across the air onto the bed.  Danny didn't stop.  He was fucking with a purpose now.  I could tell his breathing was getting faster, his cock was like solid rock, and even for him his thrusts came with an alarming speed.  With a loud grunt, his cum shot in my ass, again another heavy load of seemingly endless cum.  After Danny was finished cumming, I laid down, my ass pulsing from the fuck.  Danny laid down beside me, once again I turned my attention to his cock sucking his head clean of cum, then turning back to his mouth, and making out with him.

Danny left the bed to take a piss and return his mom's lube to her room.  After he came back he laid down again, this time I straddled him.  I wasn't finished this his cock and from the looks of it, his cock wasn't finished with me yet either.  I grabbed his cock and let it rest against my ass.  My once gaping hole was now merely just a fucked ass again, but I was hoping to use it to tease his cock back to life again.  Slowly but surely the hardness returned to Danny's cock, and with a firm grip on his shaft I slid down onto his pole.  As much as Danny had fucked my ass already, surprisingly my ass wasn't as willing to open up to him again.  Though, the pain of reentry was only momentary as his cock slid easily inside with the help of his generous load of cum.  I slid all the way down, taking his cock into my ass all the way to the base.  I was beside myself for a moment, then I began riding him.

At first Danny just laid there, taking it all in, his hands going between my ass and my chest.  He was enjoying the opportunity for a fuck without having to do most of the work, and I was happy to oblige.  Being on top gave me the ability to control where and how quick his cock was in my ass.  With the right amount of lean, and pressure on the cock, one can easily cum in this position. I was riding him for a few minutes when Danny began thrusting his hips up to meet my ass.  At first it was  while he was laying prone, but then he bent his legs and began more of a concerted thrust.  The effect was mind-blowingly intense.  I couldn't keep up with riding him and getting fucked, so Danny just fucked me from beneath.  I sat there, straddling him, my mouth a gape as his cock did wondrous things to my ass.  What was happening was the down stroke would bring to bare the thickest part of the shaft on my prostate gland, while the up stroke would relieve it.  For the third time, I was about to have an orgasm.  I knew it was coming and I couldn't wait for it, his cock felt so good inside my ass I just wanted to cum.

As my breathing got heavier, Danny increased the frequency of his strokes.  No sooner had I started cumming than I felt Danny thrust up into my ass and cum.  With his cock still in my ass, I leaned forward and began kissing him.  We didn't stop kissing for a good five minutes, then we got out of bed and took a shower together.  For the most part we cleaned each other up.  He washed my ass, while I washed his clock.  All while we made out together.  After getting aroused again, we decided on a little shower sex before his parents got home.  With me against the wall opposite the shower head, my back arched, my ass out, I told Danny to use his saliva this time and lube up his cock and my ass.  Once again, Danny slid his cock up into my ass.  This time he was very sensual.  He fucked me slowly, with short, deep thrusts all the while kissing me.  It was him telling me he loved fucking me and it felt great.  It was definitely more sensual and erotic than anything we had done yet.  This went on for some time, the pace of the thrusts increasing incrementally over time, but still steady and rhythmic.  I could feel his breath against me.  His nipples hard, etching into my back.  Even my ass was loving every second of his fuck.  With the steam building in the bathroom, his paced quickened.  His cock hard and and engorged thrust deeply in my ass.  With one deep, penetrating stroke, and a deep groan, Danny came.  He continued to fuck through his orgasm this time until he finished.

We cleaned up once again, then got dressed.  His parents would be home soon, then dinner, and we were off to a football game.  We'd go on to fuck two more times, once at the game in the dugouts near the football stadium and then at his house before we went to bed.

Unlike Brendon and Tony, Danny has been both a friend and a lover, as well as a boyfriend.  Over the past 5 years (roughly) we've had a lot of hot sex, some great times, some good times, and some bad times.  It was the combination of a great friend and a great lover, as certainly he has become, that made me realize even then that I was Danny's bitch.

Tony is a gorgeous boy.  Italian, tall, and with a Romanesque nose Tony differed greatly from Brendon.  Tony is athletic, a multi-sport guy not unlike many he played football, basketball, and baseball.  However, where Brendon was quite and laid back about most things, Tony was boisterous, egotistical, misogynistic, and chauvinistic.  In part it could be because being held back, he was older than the rest of us, was more physically mature then the rest of us, played quarterback on the football team, and had an amazingly thick 9" cock.

Tony's cock was an incredible piece of work.  Cut, with a narrower head and wide base, and wider than thick, his cock would gag as well as thrill in anal delight.  He was never one to shy away from showing it off, or talking about his sexual exploits.  Being circumcised, the head on his cock was very prominent, it was sculpted up, so whether it was the lips or ass it felt awesome going in.  However, especially in the ass the head could induce some of the most incredible, orgasmic feelings.  And where as with Brendon was mostly the same width as depth Tony was an incredible fuck, one that I never would have considered having a chance with.

I had gotten used to the routine of sex with Brendon.  I don't mean I was bored of it, in fact every chance I got I had sex with him, but sex was becoming a part of my life.  After things ended, it didn't take long for me to start lusting after guys.  Tony became an obsession, mostly it was because I knew how big he was.  After having Brendon, I wanted to feel a bigger cock in my ass.  There weren't many guys in my school who were gay, I know of three over six years.  So other than the initial talk, and homophobic reactions, everyone pretty much got on with it.  That isn't to say there weren't some that made life miserable, but some like Tony weren't one of them.  Tony was charming, kind, and disarming.  He was a man's man, in general people like him.  For me, it meant I couldn't get him out of my head.

I decided to take a chance, and went to Tony's house to make my move.  Unlike Brendon, Tony lived across town on the other side of the tracks.  Not a horrible place to live, it is a working class neighborhood, mixed with some dodgy folk.  The house was a Victorian era home, like most in the neighborhood.  Tall, long, with a porch on the front.  I nervously walked up the steps.  My thoughts wildly switched between being pummeled or him romantically falling in love with me.  I made my way to the door, despite my thoughts my raging hard-on was willing me forward, and then I rang the doorbell.  From the time I pressed the button until he opened the door felt like an eternity.  My heart was pounding, I was sweating, and time seemed all but at a stand-still.  I could see his silhouette through the curtain on the door, a part of me wanted to run in that moment, before I was found out, but my feet were nailed to the porch.  As he opened the door, I looked up into his dreamy blue eyes and at his chestnut hair, and with a quizzical look on his face he said "Hey Frankie." 

We exchanged our greetings, and I asked if I could come in for a moment.  Still unsure of what it was all about he let me in.  Once inside, I didn't waste time.  The front door opened into the living room, where a couch was positioned creating a room separator of sorts.  As we went in, Tony backed up to the back side of the couch, at which point I firmly placed my hand on his crotch.  The punch I had expected, didn't come.  Not even a hint of rejection, he just stood there looking at me.  Most of my time up to this point was concentrated on his package, there was little mistaking Tony's cock in his pants, even flaccid.  As I looked up, it was almost as if he was going to meet my lips with a kiss, then he paused.  Before I knew what had happened however, we were locking lips.

To say Tony was a great lover was probably putting it mildly.  If there was anything about him that made him great it was his confidence and machismo.  There was no part of him that denied he was a man, not his kiss, not his touch, nothing denied he was in charge and it felt glorious.  As his cock in my hands grew harder and filled his pants, he wrapped his hand around the back of my head and began kissing me deeply.  At first his tongue flicked with mine, but then I began sucking on his long tongue, and he mine.  By the time we paused for breath, my other hand was hanging on his pants.

Without saying a word, I undid the button on his pants and unzipped his fly.  My hand went down the front of his underwear, and as I embraced his magnificent hard cock in my hand, I felt a tingling in my ass.  Wasting little time, as I lowered myself to his crotch, reached into his boxers, and pulled out his cock stretching his boxers behind his balls. 

There it stood, my hot breath caressing it as I stared at its magnificence.  His cock has a natural but slight arch to it.  His large cum-filled balls hanging low beneath.  As one hand went to fondle his balls, the other wrapped around the base of his cock as my tongue caught the precum dripping off it.  Tony let out an approving moan.  My tongue and mouth immediately went to work on that gorgeous cock head.  Sucking on it, teasing the underside or caressing the ridge with my tongue.  I then turned my attention to his shaft, letting his cock rest on my mouth as I bathed the underside in my slick saliva.  I stopped at the base of his cock, bringing my open mouth to bear on the point where his cock met this body, sucking it and teasing it with my tongue.  Curses of approval spat from his mouth.  I took his cock back into my hand, gently stroking it in short strokes to keep him hard.  His now engorged balls were even larger as I took each one into my mouth, sucking, licking and kissing both of them, and licking the sweat off his balls.

I turned my attention back to his cock, my lips once again wrapping themselves around his head.  I took his cock in as far as I could fit it in my mouth.  It is a wonderfully succulent cock, not especially veiny but gratifyingly big.  Tony's breathing was growing more intense, wanting him to last longer, I pulled out.  Luckily Tony was able to save himself, though some cum erupted from his cock.  Greedily but gently I lapped up the cum up off his cock then turned my attention to his shaft again for a little cool down.  

After about a minute of working his shaft and balls, I once again concentrated on sucking his lovely head.  Slowly, but firmly my lips wrapped around his head as I pushed it deeper and crowned it.  All the while, my tongue dancing on the underside of his head.  Once again, Tony's breathing was increasing and this time I didn't stop to let him restrain himself.  I kept up sucking his head, while my hand jerked off his cock.  As I kept going, taking momentary breaths, it was clear his cock was becoming as engorged as it could be.  Beat red, with every vein pronounced and his head hard as a rock I sucked his cock.  After a minute or so of intense cock work, there was a gasp of breath as I looked up at Tony's face, and then his ass tightened together, he leaned back, and his cum shot into my mouth.  His orgasm was seemingly endless with a stream of cum that I could barely swallow fast enough.  It was very thick, almost gel-like, with an intense musky smell to it. 

In the aftermath of the blow job, I kept sucking his still raging hard cock.  It might have been because I wanted to keep him interested, or it might have been because it was such an incredible cock.  It throbbed in my mouth, and kept offering spasms of cum, so I kept taking it.  After about a minute or so, I looked up and asked him if he wanted to fuck me now?  He offered a reserved sure, and we headed to his bedroom.

We didn't have to go far, his bedroom was the front bedroom just off the living room.  We closed the two blinds, him catching the one by the bed, me the one in front.  I'm sure there were various things running through Tony's mind.  We were both being driven by our hormones and raging hard-ons, but where as I was sure of what I wanted from him and had planned for this, Tony was wondering if this was really what he wanted to do.  I wasn't going to give him the opportunity to back out at this point.  As I suggested, I had prepared for this.  I cleaned my ass out, as well as washed up after.  Even going so far as to lube the inside and outside of my hole.  Brendon and I eventually worked into using saliva as a lube, and I figured that and a little water-based lube would help make things easier.

As I turned and headed toward the bed, I pulled my shirt off.  Then I untied my shoes, popping those off.  As I was doing that, I unbuttoned my trousers, then turning away slid my pants and underwear off as I bent over, then stepped out of them.  While I was undressing, so too was Tony.  He was out of his pants and underwear first, exposing this thick, muscular legs covered in hair.  As he lifted his shirt, he exposed his chiseled chest, and abs.  I walked around the end of the bed to where Tony was, bending down momentarily to slip off my socks, looking of to see his cock and balls hanging there some what softer, but making me harder.

I closed the distance between us, looking up at him kissed him.  He kept his hands timidly at my waist, but as we continued to make-out by the bed, I felt a renewed firmness in his cock against my balls, and his hands cupped my round, firm, muscular ass.  The feeling of his large hands, and muscular body embracing mine was so sensual and erotic.  If it was possible at the time to melt in his hands, I'm sure I would have.  Every fiber of my being wanted this guy and with his arousal renewed I left that embrace and positioned myself on all fours in the middle of his bed.

As Tony positioned himself behind me, I lowered my chest and back slightly.  Tony spit into his palm, lubing up his head and shaft, reminding me to have him do the same for my ass.  As he placed his cock against my hole, he spit and began rubbing it against it.  His cock felt huge against my tight hole, and then he pressed it down into my ass.  Used to Brendon, my ass yielded some but as Tony went deeper his cock offering a greater feeling of ecstasy, taking my breath away.  Not used to his size, he got about half-way in before my ass seized up blocking him from going any deeper.  I had him back out slightly while I squeezed my ass against his cock.  After my ass adjusted to his size, he plunged his entire cock deep into my ass.

Tony slowly began fucking me from behind.  A much slower, more patient rhythm than Brendon, he pretty much used his entire shaft in each stroke.  Sometimes popping his cock out, then popping it back in quickly.  It all made for some pretty intense and erotic fucking.  After a few minutes in this position, He stopped and got up on his legs, leaning against the headboard, he began fucking me hard doggy-style.

Already his cock had been doing a number on my ass.  Its width, more so than it's thickness, made my ass come alive with delight, and his head with its well defined head rubbed my sensitive parts just right.  With doggy-style, every time Tony drew his cock out, the down stroke back in sent a strong spasm of pleasure through my ass and precum and cum out my cock.  Tony had been fucking me for a few minutes this way with the pleasure in my ass intensifying every second.  As with Brendon, my ass became numb with sensation, moans of passionate delight emanating from me, my ass started squeezing down on his cock.  As this became more intense, his strokes got shorter, but now any movement of his cock in my ass pushed me further toward orgasm.  My cock, which had remained relatively limp through much of the fucking, rose to attention with every stroke.  With one momentous passionate moan, cum came drizzling out of my cock.  The feeling in my ass was of one of the most intense orgasm ever, it was electrifying.  Tony never stopped fucking me, and before I knew it, his persistence was driving me to yet another orgasm.  This time my ass didn't bare down on his cock, my anal muscles were locked in a tight orgasmic spasm as cum shot out of my cock.

We paused after I was done cumming to catch my breath.  I showed Tony my appreciation, kissing him.  It was the best, most intense fuck I had ever had and we weren't done.  Tony didn't pause long before he was fucking me hard again.  A couple of minutes later and he began driving his cock into me really hard, pumping my ass for all it was worth.  I could feel his cock stiffer, engorged against my ass, and then with one solid stroke a stream of cum shot deep in my ass.  Another short stroke, another hard spasm. and we kissed again while he was still cumming.

He pulled his cock out of my ass and as he got out of bed I sat up and sucked him clean.  Then we made our way to the bathroom together to clean up.

Tony and I were never boyfriends, just lovers.  At best, he was bi-sexual, at worst I was an opportunity for sex.  That was basically how he thought of it, it didn't matter whether it was a guy or girl, as long as it was sex and it was fun.  Over the next few years we would go on to have sex quite a bit.  But it didn't always happen, sometimes more sometimes less, but it was some of the best sex I could have ever had.  With Tony I would have my first and second prostate orgasm, and from then on it was my sexual preference.  If I'm not brought to orgasm when I have sex, I don't bring myself to orgasm any other way.  Tony never let me go home unsatisfied, but it wasn't as though there wasn't something missing.

Like I said in my last entry, I became fixated on Brendon's cock.  We didn't have this moment and then never look or speak to each other, we were still friends.  That isn't to say we didn't have a period of awkward moments.  Being around him often meant drifting back to that night, the smells, the tastes, and his cock.  

Eventually, Brendon and I became friends with benefits, stealing moments for me to go and service his lovely cock.  Orally, I was getting better at sucking cock, perfecting my craft if you will.  But it was the moments away, at night and in bed, that I made me really think about him.

My first time getting fucked by Brendon wasn't really a shining moment in my sexual history.  It wasn't planned, I wasn't educated, it just happened, which was really the best part of it.  Once again we planned to do some hiking in the forest near their cabin.  It was assumed, or at least I did, that I would have a few opportunities to work on my oral fixation with his cock.  It was probably an understatement that he knew this too.  

Pretty much the entire trip there I had my hand on his crotch, fondling his package through his pants.  By the time we arrived at the cabin, both he and I were charged up.  Out in the middle of no where and after that trip Brendon wasn't shy at all.  After getting our gear inside, and a piss, he presented his cock.  I wasn't bashful either.  Other than he was pretty thick, Brendon's cock wasn't anything that great, but fuck if I didn't love licking it, bathing it with my tongue, or tasting his juices.  The more times I did it, the more often I found the things that made him moan.  Mouthing and sucking the base of his cock, running my tongue along the crown of the head, or the underside, then sucking it, or taking his balls into my mouth and softly sucking them.  Unfortunately, my first time on this weekend to play nice with the cock was short.  My antics in the car had worked him up, so it ended up being less than a minute and I was swallowing his thick, creamy cum.

After we finished we headed out to the trails.  There isn't much special about trail hiking, it's just walking but some of the views and vistas can be quite spectacular.  There is the cacophony of sound, amidst an air of silence.  Birds, chipmunks, squirrels, the wind, and water conspiring to spoil an otherwise silence, but at the same time making a brilliant statement in it's own right.  We had been hiking for a good two hours when we stopped to pee.  After we finished, I offered to go down on his cock again.

The hiking had intensified his man scent, it wasn't rudely pungent, just a musky smell mixed with the smell of cum from earlier.  Unlike earlier, his cock was rather soft.  I drew him into my mouth, stroking his cock with my lips and sucking him firmly.  Brendon's cock didn't have any curve to it.  It was in some respects a pretty easy cock to deep throat, especially for my first cock.  Not too wide, not too deep, and not too long.  The head flowed nicely up to the shaft, where it crowned just over it onto a veiny shaft.  The shaft was slightly wider at the head, which intensified any sucking.  He has a pronounced urethra, so when he cums you can't help but feel it against your lip. 

He was more vocal, more reassuring than our first time together.  We weren't quite boyfriends or lovers, but he would let me know when something felt good and when he wanted more of it.  He wasn't shy about liking me sucking his cock anymore either, which felt good.  This time, as he came he grabbed my head and forced his cock deep into my throat.  It was an intense orgasm leaving us both out of breath.  My biggest disappointment was that I didn't get to take his load in my mouth, but I cleaned up his cock and we went back to our hike.

After getting back to the cabin Brendon, we prepared and ate dinner, then cleaned up.  We sat around for a while watching some movies they had, then we prepared for bed.  Brendon set the stage for the evening after he came out of the bathroom towel-less and without clothes.  I followed close behind, using the facilities, then washing and showering.  When I got out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, Brendon was already in bed.  I settle into mine, and before long Brendon and I were talking.

It was clear by the nature of the conversation that Brendon was interested in fucking me.  I knew what anal sex was, but I hadn't really considered it.  But both Brendon and I were engaged in the conversation, and increasingly aroused by it.  So my initial hesitation, overwhelmed by curiosity and a raging hard-on, relented.  Brendon went to the bathroom and grabbed an old bottle of mineral oil, lubed up his cock, poured a little onto my hole, and then used his cock to work it around.

As Brendon pushed his cock against my hole, there was an odd combination of pain, pressure, and ecstasy.  That latter would easily be overwhelmed as he continued to push deeper in.  The pain was overwhelming, and I had to have him pull out.  After a minute or two, and the pain died down, I had him try again.  This time he was able to go deeper into my ass, and while there was still some pain, the pleasure of having his cock in my ass was telling.  As he got deeper in my ass, the pressure was building up and once again I had to have him pull out, but this time only a little.  With the pain subsiding, my ass easing around his cock, I had him finish the plunge. 

He laid there on top of me with his dick firmly embedded in my ass, for a few minutes.  With the exception of a slight pricking around my anus from having to stretch to his full girth, I was in intense pleasure.  His pubes tickling my ass cheeks, his warm balls cupped between them.  I could feel his breath against my neck and ear, then I felt his lips gently kiss my neck as he drew himself up onto extended arms, and began to fuck me.

At first the fucking was slow going, and probably for the best.  The pain that wasn't there while we were resting returned, but again mixed with the pleasure of his cock fucking my ass.  The slow, methodical fucking persisted for several minutes.  It was an intense feeling made more so by the slow strokes of his cock inside my ass.  After which, once again he rested by lying on top of me, but this time I turned my head and upper torso toward him and e began kissing.  It was the first time we had ever kissed.  It was a kiss full of passion and lust.  Wet and sensual.

After our impromptu make-out session, he began to fuck me faster.  My ass was slicker now, the only pain I felt now was at my anus and that was only a mild sting when he went balls deep.  Otherwise, it was an intensely pleasurable moment, filled with girlish moans of ecstasy on my part.  The sound of his hips smacking against my ass filled the room.  The longer he fucked me, the more intense it felt.  My ass was numb with sensation.  It was as if at the same time that my ass was both accepting of his cock and tightening around it.  I was gasping to find breath as the pleasure was mounting, and then he came.

I had been quite unaware of the pleasure he was feeling, I was so drawn into my own.  He pressed his hips tightly against my ass.  His cock as deep as he could possibly get it, thicken, and spasmed as his cum shot in my hole.  I could feel his orgasm against my anus, the cum shooting inside.  He pulled out, as I laid there, and went into the bathroom to clean-up and piss. 

Before he was out of the bathroom I bee-lined it in, I needed to take a shit worse than every.  Lucky for me, before I took my shower I'd gone, so the only thing to that happened was a mixture of cum, mucus, and fecal matter came out.

Back in the bedroom, Brendon invited me to sleep in his bed with him, it was the first time we shared a bed.  Being twin beds, we spooned side by side much of the night.  His cock at times sliding up into my hole, or resting comfortably in my crack.  My hole felt completely different.  While there was pain still being felt, the pleasure of it would not cease.  My cock didn't stop spasming, and precum didn't stop trickling out until well after I had begun a restless sleep.

From that I learned to enjoy getting fucked, and getting off from getting fucked more so than wanking.  The next day, despite the pain, I wanted to be fucked again.  While I still love sucking on cock, the experience help solidify my interest in being fucked.

Brendon was 3 years older than me, nevertheless we were friends and we grew up in the same neighborhood.  I can't really tell you that there was anything special about Brendon, he was good looking but not hot.  Brendon wasn't my first because I was in love with him or that I fantasized about him, he was just in the right place at the right time.

There wasn't anything particularly special about this day, other than we were spending the night at their family cottage.  Normally used for hunting or fishing, or when undesired guests arrive at the house.  We were out there to do some hiking, fishing, and enjoy some time away from modern life.  After a long day, we sat around the kitchen table just talking, when I blurted out "I wonder what it's like to suck cock?"  Brendon was a bit confused by this, and I tried to explain it as best as I could, but basically I wondered why women sucked cock.  I don't know why, but at the time I was quite fascinated by this.  The conversation eventually moved on, and after a long day and a late night we went to bed.  We each took a twin bed, and as we laid in our beds Brendon proposed an arrangement.  If I would suck his cock, he'd do the same for me.  I was both aroused and hesitant, but this was something I was genuinely curious about.  So, I agreed.

Brendon swiftly pulled off his underwear while laying in bed in one quite motion, as I got up, dropped mine to the floor, then got in his bed.  The moment was a bit more energetic than I had imagined.  My six inch cock was aching it was so hard as I stared at his through a dim bedside lamp.  His 7 1/2" cut, veiny cock laid on his balls semi-hard.  I was nervous, but at the same time saliva was filling my mouth in anticipation.  The feeling of grabbing his cock should have been no different than my own, but as I wrapped my fingers around his cock to bring it to my mouth, the feeling of his didn't escape me.  The veins pulsing under my fingers, the warmth and softness of the skin.  Then, as if eating a popsicle, I sucked him into my mouth.

As I drew him in, the sweet/salty taste of precum and sweat on his cock filled my mouth and the scent of his groin filled my nostrils.  Normally this would have repulsed me, but it just ushered me on.  His moan as my mouth swallowed his cock let me know whatever I was doing felt really good.  As I bobbed up and down his cock hardened.  Brendon laid there moaning as I sucked his cock.  Momentarily I stopped to catch my breath, then continued sucking his cock.  It didn't take long before the scent of his cum filled my nostrils, and then his load shot from his cock. 

It was a heavy load of thick, viscous, spermy cum.  Trails of it spilled out the cracks of my mouth as I pulled his cock out.  Though the smell of it was strong, and pungent, it offered little in any form of strong or overwhelming taste.  I swallowed his load, cleaned off the sides of my mouth with my finger, licked it, and then went back and cleaned this cock with my mouth.

Unfortunately, Brendon backed out on the blow job for me, but he did give me a hand job. 

I felt different after eating his cum.  While I had a bit of an upset stomach at first, it was intoxicating.  The way the lips get slightly numb, the way your lips move tightly over the head and onto the shaft,widening.  The hardness of the cock before he cums, the feeling of his cum, and the smell and taste of cum as it fills your mouth.

I barely slept that night.  There wasn't anything special about his cock but I couldn't get it out of my mind.