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.