A snowy Tuesday night, any waiter will tell you, is a total wash out.  But there I was, the de-facto head of an all-male crew, handling not only the shit-talking and gay-joking that seems to reach critical mass when no waitresses are present, but also an unrepentant whining from the back of the house.

“Can we fucking leave yet?” said Doug the dishwasher for the hundredth time, and I, in turn, told him I wasn’t authorized to make that decision.

What I could do, however, was give everyone free reign at the bar.

“Nate probably wants to get us drunk so’s he can take advantage of us, ain’t that right Nate?”

“That’s right, Tony,” I said.  Tony is the head cook; he and Doug were all that was left of our kitchen crew, while Mark and I were the last servers standing.

“Don’t joke around, I know you want some of this.”  Tony lifted his white chef’s jacket and pulled down his checkered pants.  He was wearing gray bikini briefs, and he gave his ass a slap, smiling at me.  Tony’s a big dude, but he’s got a nice ass and he knows it.

“Yeah, let’s show him,” said Doug the dishwasher, who was always nipping at Tony’s heels.  He dropped his pants and wagged his boxer-clad ass in my direction, laughing with a dumb look on his tow-headed face.  I just slapped on a smile and let myself chub up, figuring if I was going to get a show, I might as well enjoy it.

***

Mark was being a trooper, and we shored up the side work together.  The thing with Mark was complicated.  His girlfriend waited tables at Cabiria’s, too, but Mark and I had a connection.  Partly it was our shared interest in music, as Mark was a scruffy sexy hippie boy and I was partial to jam bands myself.  If there was something more, I blamed it on my over-active sexual imagination.  I’m always falling for straight guys, it’s just my lot in life.

By eight p.m., all four of us were belly-up to the bar, and I realized I was too buzzed to do my job if by some miracle a customer should show up.

Tony continued to razz me like it was going out of style.

“Tell the truth, if you could fuck me, you would, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t fuck you, Tony, I’d ‘make love’ to you,” I joked.

Doug the dimwit snarfed and shot beer out of his nose.

“Seriously, Nate.  What would you do – if you were with a guy like me.  What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know – same thing you like to do with a girl – fuck, kiss, eat pussy.”

“You mean eat ass,” Tony said.

“Nate licks bunghole,” said Doug the dickhead.

“Shut the fuck up Doug,” Tony said.  He turned back to me.  “I always wanted to get my ass ate.  I’ve always wanted to know how that feels.  Can’t ever get a girl to do that, though.”

“Not even your wife?” Mark quipped, and that got a laugh.  Tony’s wife was a notorious bitch.

“But you like doin that, though,” Tony continued, undeterred.  “Just like guys get off on eating pussy, you get off on eatin ass, right?”

I shifted on the barstool.  “Well…yeah.  I like it a lot actually.”  Tony had this sincere look on his face.  Despite his crude nature, I had a lot of respect for the big lug.  After I’d met his wife, I actually started to feel pretty bad for the guy.

“If I asked you to do that for me, would you?” he said.  Everyone got silent.  I could’ve made a joke and instantly defused the situation, but something (the swelling in my pants?) told me not to.

“Yeah, I would.”  Tony reached over and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Alright then.  Let’s lock up.”

***

When I got back to the bar, Tony had laid out shots for all four of us.

“Dutch courage,” he said, and we downed them.

“You ain’t serious about this, are ya Tone?”

“Shut the fuck up Doug.  You don’t know the first thing about gettin a girl off, so maybe Nate can teach you something here.”  And with that, he slipped off his pants and undies.  He already had a chubby.

I’d avoided looking at Mark this whole time, but at last he spoke up.

“Nate, does that offer just apply to Tony, or does it stand for all of us?”  He looked at me strangely – his eyes were kind of distant, like he was appraising me in a new way.

“All of you, I guess.  Why not?”  A sly smile crept across Mark’s face.

Tony whispered something in Doug’s ear.  He undid Doug’s pants and let them fall to the floor.  Though Doug still had a look of slack-jawed astonishment on his face, he seemed willing to go along with whatever Tony wanted.  His pale peach cock – heftier than I’d imagined – hung out the fly of his boxers, half-hard.

In sort of daze I watched the three of them undress, trying not to pay too much attention to Mark’s naturally muscled body.  The three of them got up on one of the big tables, all in a row on their hands and knees – an all-u-can-eat ass buffet.

Tony had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, murmuring in his ear, telling him to relax, to go with it.

I started by parting Doug’s downy blond hair-covered butt cheeks, revealing his pink hole.  I licked around his crack, loving the effect it was having on him – he was so young and sensitive, everything caused a jerk and a reaction.  I started rimming his butthole, tasting the slick skin before diving the tip of my tongue right in.  Doug whimpered and squealed.  Taking both halves of his butt in my hands, I made a feast of his ass, straining to get my tongue in him as deeply as possible.

Tony kept rubbing Doug’s back.  “Feels good, huh buddy?  Don’t it?” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Doug managed to say.

“Get into it.  You’re hard.  Stroke your dick while he’s doin it.”

From the way Doug’s butthole was clutching my tongue it was clear that he was on the brink.  I backed off and moved toward Tony’s massive butt.  Tony got ready for me with a smile on his face, resting his head on the table and spreading his ass out before me.

“Go for it Nate.”  The cheeks of his big, hairy butt were like two desktop globes in my hands.  Already spread wide, his deep crack funneled down to a hot, pulsing hole.  I buried my face in that ass.  Tony’s deep and masculine groans filled the empty restaurant.  He took my tongue like a man – being more experienced than Doug, he got into it more, backing his ass up into my face, pushing his butthole on to my tongue.  His hole was relaxed enough that I could get my tongue in really deeply.

Tony never cheated on his wife, at least not that I knew of, so I figured he had to be relishing this sexual release.  He brought his big paw around and pulled the back of my head into his butt, working his ass against my face.  I slipped my pants down and beat myself off as I worked him over.

I heard a moan from Doug, and saw that Tony was casually slipping his fat finger into Doug’s well-lubed asshole.  Doug seemed transported, his face held up to the ceiling with his eyes closed, his whole body rocking as Tony finger-fucked him.

Mark was sitting up on his knees, watching the scene.  With one hand he was cupping his balls, and with the other he was stroking huge, hairy cock.  It was more beautiful than I’d imagined.  Mark, still with that sexy smirk, beckoned me over with a jerk of his head.

I pulled helplessly away from Tony’s big ass.  Mark got down, pushing out his little hippie butt.  It was smaller than Doug or Tony’s but muscled and toned – the nicest butt in the bunch.  The cheeks parted to reveal a nice crack lined with straight black hair, ringing a slick pink crevasse.

His ass smelled like patchouli soap with deeper, muskier undertones, like the incense Mark would burn sometimes when I was hanging out with him and his girlfriend.  I tentatively stuck out my tongue and touched it to that most intimate part of him.  Mark moaned quietly.  He started to move his hips, bucking his ass against my lips in smooth, insistent motions.  It was languid and intense.

I took hold of Mark’s hard horse cock, which was surprisingly uncut.  I ate my way down to his balls, sucking on those for a while.  Then I got under him, on the table, so his cock head was lined up with my lips.  There was no way I was going to let him get away without giving me some of that awesome cock.  In a smooth motion, he pushed it between my lips, and I opened to let it slide down my tongue and into my throat.  I took it all the way in, my lips stretching wide to accommodate the thick root.

Mark’s tight body hovered over me, his slim hips working his cock in and out of my mouth.  His tight stomach curled up into his body as he humped my face.  He looked down at me and smiled.

At some point, I glanced over to see Tony sitting on the edge of the table, with Doug’s head bobbing in his lap.  Tony gave me a conspiratorial, sideways smile; then went back to guiding Doug’s head up and down his fat dick.

I let my tongue travel up Mark’s six pack as slid off of the table.  He grabbed my arms and pulled me up into him, and out of nowhere we were making out –his bearded face pressing against mine as our tongues colluded in each other’s mouths.

He put me back on the table and threw my legs back, exposing my shaved ass.   Now, I know I’ve got a cute butt, but I was not prepared to have Mark bury his face into it just like that.  He worked his tongue into my hole mercilessly.

Tony had gotten up and now returned with some olive oil.  Doug was lying supine over the table, his legs draped over the edge and his feet resting on the floor, his ass pertly propped up.  Tony spread Doug’s cheeks and poured the oil down his crack, then used it to lube up his cock.

He handed the oil to Mark, who got some on his finger and slid it inside of me.  This was nothing like the friend I had known and gotten high with for the eight months I’d worked at Cabiria’s.  Mark was being so aggressive, taking such control, that it made me wonder if this was something he’d thought about doing for a while.

He laid on top of me and kissed me as he worked another digit into my hungry hole.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

My ass – his oiled cock – we were both ready.  He let it rest against the gate for a second before bearing down.  At first I didn’t think I could take it.  But he went slowly, steadily, never backing off.  He obviously knew how to fuck, and as the pain passed I took hold of his ass and pushed him into me as far as it could go.

Mark started pumping me, shaking the table as he worked his big cock into my butt.

At the same time, Tony slipped his thick cut of Italian salami into Doug’s rump.  Tony stood there like a rock, thrusting his cock slightly but making Doug do most of the work.  Doug had his hands braced against the edge of the table.  His hard dick curved upward from his stomach like a turkey neck.  He had a look of pained perplexity on his face as he rode Tony, like, how did this cock get up my ass and why does it feel so good?

You could have colored us both surprised.  It occurred to me that Mark and I were “making love” as much as we were fucking.  He sucked at my neck, he licked and bit at my nipples.  I ran my hands all over that beautiful boy body and we kissed as much as we wanted.  The grunts and moans of four horny men filled the dining room. There was a unison achieved as we edged ever closer to our respective orgasms.

Mark looked down at me with his blue eyes.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Me too.”  His mouth found mine, and we kissed.  He whimpered as I felt his hot load spurting inside of me.  I let myself go at the same time, and jets of warm, thick load roped out of my cock, coating my chest and making our bodies slippery as they worked against one another.  We came down slowly, our bodies sticking together, our tongues still dueling in each other’s mouths.

We watched Tony, with a mighty thrust, bottom out in Doug’s ass.  From his huge moans that rocked the glass in the windows, it was obvious that the big guy was breeding Doug the dishwasher’s virgin butt with his seed.  Tony’s spasming dick must have tripped a switch in Doug’s ass – his hard-as-a-nail cock started spurting hands-free, jerking into the air and sending sharp streams of jizz across the floor that I’d just mopped.

Tony slapped Doug’s ass, then pressed his big body against him, calling him baby as their orgasms subsided.  I knew that reality had sidestepped us, somehow.  How was this going to end?

Well, Doug never came back to work.  At the Christmas party a few weeks later, Tony drunkenly admitted to me that he was probably bisexual.

Mark, on the other hand, told me he’d had fantasies of fucking me since we’d first met, but hadn’t had the balls to do anything about it.  We ended up moving in together, and he dumped his girlfriend a few weeks later.  It’s a nice arrangement.  He gets to fuck whenever he feels like it, and I get all the ass I can eat.  Who says you can’t have it all?

I was bored.  I wanted to get out of my lonely apartment and do something, anything, so I decided to go shopping.

Darkness had already fallen, and the wind rustled the dead leaves as I got in to my car.  I sang along with the radio — when you’re alone, simple pleasures take on a greater meaning.

The store was bright and inviting.  I headed for the men’s section and tooled around in the sportswear racks, not seeing anything I liked.  Then I noticed him.

I took him in from the corner of my eye, because I’m cautious like that.  He was rifling through some shirts in the aisle across from me; a young black man, maybe a little older than I was.  His long white t-shirt covered up more than it should have, but he carried himself well.

I tried to ignore him because I didn’t want to obsess.  He moved right next to me, looking through the same shirts I had just looked through.  He glanced up, I looked down, and we continued on our separate missions.

As a test I moved near the fitting rooms, to a bin of white t-shirts and underwear.  I needed t-shirts so I browsed those. Everything was irregular, marked down.

He casually stepped up to the bin, beside me, and began looking through the same shirts.  I didn’t know what to do because he was looking right at the size I’d been going for, and he’d interrupted my flow.

I absently picked up a package of designer underwear and looked at the box.  On the front was a picture of a hot male body, cut off at the neck and the knees.  He was lit from the side, the diffuse light casting ashy shadows on the peaks of his muscles, his skin smooth and taut.  The elastic waist of the briefs stretched low under his belly, snuggly hugging his airbrushed crotch, the leg holes cut high to reveal a divot where his muscled ass met his thigh.

My fellow shopper reached in front of me and picked up a box of the same brand of briefs.  He turned it over in his hands and looked at the price.  He scrunched up his lips, narrowed his eyes.

“Damn, these are expensive,” he said.

“I know.  They’re even marked down.”  I looked at him directly for the first time.    He looked up at me.

“You think I would look good in these?” he asked.

“I—I guess so.  Yeah, probably?”

“Hmmm.”  He turned and looked at the fitting rooms.  Nobody seemed to be manning it.  Nobody seemed to be around at all.

“So how do I try em on?  Do I just take them out of the box?”

“Yeah, I mean—fuck it.  You gotta try them on, right?”  He opened the box top and stopped, like he wasn’t sure.  Then he turned and walked into the fitting room area.  He looked around.

“Guess there’s nobody here,” he said.  He headed down the hall to the men’s stalls, and I followed.  It seemed to be what he wanted.  Somehow someway, we were in this together.

He opened the wooden Venetian door of a stall and stepped inside, leaving it open, and I stood outside.

“I don’t know why they’re in this box if I’m supposed to try them on.”

“Are they the right size?”  He stopped unbuckling his pants and looked at the package.

“I think so.  Gotta be sure, though, right?”  He pulled off his belt and took down his pants.  I caught a glimpse of his white briefs before his shirt fell back again, obscuring them.  He pulled the bikini briefs out of the box.  They were folded and hooked together by some plastic apparatus, and he grimaced as he snapped it apart and freed a pair.

He turned around when he took his tighty-whities off.  That made me slightly bashful, and for a moment I shifted my gaze.  When he slid the bikinis up his legs I caught a glimpse of his beautiful, muscular ass.

Standing before the mirror he turned one way, then the other.  He lifted up his shirt, then took it off.  He was nude but for his briefs.  His body was beautiful—muscular and smooth.  He turned to me.

“What do you think?”  What I thought was that he looked fucking hot.  The briefs were tiny things, blue and grey striped, and Jesus Christ did he fill them out.  The front of the waistband dipped precariously toward his dick, the thin pouch barely containing what he’d packed inside.  He turned around.  The briefs were stretched taut to accommodate the loaves of his butt, protruding like a shelf from his arched back.  This was nothing like that manipulative box photo, so eager to turn you on but not wanting to offend.  This was the real deal.

“They look good, man.”

“They’re so small.”  He ran his fingers along the cup.  “I never wore something like this before.”

“They’re totally sexy.”

“The waistband seems tight.”

“No, you look really hot in them.”

“I don’t know.  I wonder if I need another size.”

Just then we heard women’s voices coming from the hall. “Get in here,” he said.  I ducked under his arm and he shut the door behind me.  The voices got closer, then more distant.  They were going to the women’s changing area, on the other side of the hall.

We were close together in the stall.  I could smell his body, slightly powdery but masculine.  I could feel the heat of his skin next to mine.

“Feel em,” he said.  “You think they fit?”

I touched the waistband, my finger brushing the tight skin of his stomach.  I tucked my finger underneath the elastic, and ran them along his waist.

“Maybe a little tight, but not too bad.”  My fingers followed the waistband, along the crevice of his pelvis, lower and lower, towards the pouch.  His breathing changed.  The pouch had swelled.

“I think I need a different pair.”  My eyes were glued to the heavy rod straining to get out.  “Maybe they’d fit you better.  You want to try them on?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “I guess so.”

“Just take them off of me.”

I got on my knees, grabbed the briefs by the elastic and slid them down, first revealing his curly pubes.  Then the base of his shaft, thick like a stump.  The elastic in the back popped around his ass and the briefs came off.

His cock rose in to the air.  I looked at it for a moment, then he lifted up his foot and I took off the bikinis.  He lifted his other foot.  The head of his cock brushed against my cheek.  It pressed, pulsed and hardened.  Then it broke free, bouncing upward, leaving a small wet mark on my skin.

He stepped back.

“I bet they fit you good,” he said.  “Try em on.”  I took my shirt off first, my muscles flexing as I raised it above my head.  I took off my pants.  I was wearing boxers—not too sexy, but then I hadn’t planned on impressing anybody when I’d left the house that evening.

I took them off, letting him see it all.  My dick was in a transitional state; not rock hard, but still at full attention; just waiting for the order to go in, invade, attack.  It detached itself from my sticky balls and pointed at my friend.

I slid on the bikini briefs.  Though a little stretched out (due to what had been contained in them previously) they hugged my ass and nuts well.

His eyes roamed my body, his hard dick lolling out in front of him.

“They look good on you.  You gonna get em?”

“I don’t know.”  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Hey, I looked pretty fucking hot.  “I think I might.”

“You do look fine.”  Then he finally came to me, or I came to him, I don’t know which but we ended up against each other.  His hard and warm body pressed against mine, his lips reached to my lips and we kissed.  Our tongues met.  His cock jabbed my pouch, the whole of my junk packed tight, then slid underneath it, between my thighs.

“My name’s Nate,” I said.

“Lewis.”  His hand ran down my body, tweaking my nipple, cupping the warm pouch of my briefs.  “You want to suck?”

“Okay,” I said, and slid off the bikinis.  He pulled the bench out from the wall and laid back on it.  I could hear the laughter of the two women down the hall.  They were leaving.

He held his dick out to me.

“Get on,” he said.  I straddled the bench, positioning my cock over his face.  His lips wrapped around my shaft and slid it home.  I took his cock in my hand.  It was beefy and beautiful.  I licked the tip, eating the stickiness off of the head.  I nursed the head before sliding it along my tongue, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

He massaged my shaft with his mouth and throat, pulling my load a little further out of my balls with each pass.  We sucked each other like a machine, one made for giving and receiving pleasure at the same time.  He licked under my balls, his tongue insistent and fearless.  It rode along my taint and touched the edge of my butthole.  I gasped.

Just then a voice crackled over the loudspeaker.

“Attention!  We will be closing in five minutes.  Please make your final selections and bring them to the counter.  As always, thank you for shopping at A.J. Jacobs.”

What the fuck?  I thought.  We hadn’t even been given a fifteen-minute warning.

Lewis did not even react.  He ate my ass with pure abandon, burying his face in my crack and worming his tongue against my hole, forcing it to open and pushing inside.  I sat down on his face and he moaned into my hole, the vibrations sending me somewhere else.

I ventured my own tongue toward his taint, and seeing that he was receptive, pulled his legs up so his ass rose into the air.  Man, that ass.  So fucking big and muscular.  I pulled apart his cheeks, revealing a hairless crack and a pulsing smooth asshole.  I went right for the gold.  He tasted musky and delicious, and we fell easily into an ass-eating sixty-nine.

Time was short, but there was no stopping us now.  We were pushing each other’s most vulnerable spots, each of us giving in to the other, digging the abandon.

I got my finger nice and wet, then went back to his dick, trying to take it in my throat all the way down to the root.  He took my cock easily back down his throat.  When he’d found his rhythm and I found mine, I touched my slick finger to his asshole and sank it inside.

Lewis moaned around my dick.  His ass was hot and receptive.  Two pumps inside and I could tell he was going to lose it.  I sucked harder, pressing my tongue tight to his shaft and working it against the heart of his dick head.

His wet finger pressed against my asshole, and he slid it in knuckle-deep.  The effect was shocking and intense.  His lips expertly worked my dick while he finger fucked me.  His groans came louder and faster.

Suddenly his ass clenched tight around my finger.  A pure hot jet of semen went down my throat, followed by another which was even thicker and creamier.  I tasted it, swallowing it all down eagerly as it issued from his cock.

He was touching that sacred part inside of me that tripped the switch, and I came in his mouth with moans of my own, letting my load spill on the back of his tongue.  He drank it all down.  A self-cleaning machine with less muss, less fuss.

We got up from the bench, and he kissed me again.  The taste of our asses and loads passed on our tongues, mingling in our joined mouths.

We put the bench back against the wall and he picked up the bikinis.  Smiling, he handed me a pair, and put one on himself.  I put my old boxers in the box, and he stuffed his tighty-whities on top of that.  On our way out of the fitting rooms, we tossed the box back into the bin.

There was the brief fear of getting caught as we walked past the cashier and through the security sensors.  The knowledge of what we had gotten away with tethered us together like a string.  The bikini briefs underneath our clothes were a shared secret, and we stood for a moment in the cool night air, the night spread out before us.

I didn’t know anything about him.  The future was like so many choices on a rack.  You just had to pick one that looked best.  There wasn’t any telling if it would fit right or not.  You had to try it and see.

The summer after I graduated from college I crashed on my big sister Trish’s couch for a few months.  What else was I supposed to do?  I had earned a bachelor’s degree in anthropology, which translated to no money and no job prospects.

She had a little house in the woods outside the town we grew up in, and she said I could stay there as long as I needed.  She’d mentioned something about having a boyfriend, but I didn’t realize until I got there that he was pretty much living with her.

His name was Joey.  He worked construction during the day.  Technically, he was living with his parents in the trailer park off the highway, but he slept at Trish’s house almost every night (except for when they were fighting).  I didn’t mind.  The truth was, I found Joey incredibly hot.  He was a muscular guy, with a shaved head and very fair skin.  He was handsome, but he had a light brown mustache that made him look really sexy in a trashy kind of way.

We became buddies.  I had nothing else to do, and was wasting my days away on Trish’s couch, steadfastly avoiding the rest of my life.  Joey usually got home an hour before Trish, so we’d drink beer together and shoot the shit.  I wasn’t sure if he knew that I was gay, but he never asked so I left it open.

I was raiding my sister’s fridge around 3 a.m. the night that it happened.  I was washing down leftover cake with milk straight from the carton, when Joey crept out of their bedroom and walked in the kitchen.

I turned and looked at him and almost choked on my milk.  He was wearing nothing but a pair of the briefest of grey briefs.  He had smooth white skin and bright pink nipples.   He punched me on the shoulder and reached around me, pulling a beer out of the fridge, then leaned against the counter and cracked it open.

“Your sister’s asleep,” he said, and took a gulp from the can.  I looked down at the bulge in his drawers.  It looked conspicuously fat.  Something told me that he’d been trying to get his fuck on but she wasn’t having it.  He drank his beer, absently running his hand down his body.  Then I noticed he was looking at me and had caught me staring.

He gave me a smirk, which made my heart race.  It seemed to suggest that he knew what I was thinking, and furthermore, that he didn’t mind.  Part of me wanted to run back to the couch; but he kept me there, chatting away about this and that.

We talked in low tones, lit only by the light of the TV in the next room.  He was totally putting himself on display for me.  Eventually I relaxed and took the bait. Leaning back against the fridge, I unabashedly stared at his body, taking in the bulge in his underwear.  He kept cupping and pulling at it in an offhand way, and though I couldn’t be sure, it seemed to be changing its size and shape, swelling and then receding.  He even tweaked his nipples a couple times as he ran his hand over his chest.

We seemed to stand there forever.  My own dick remained steadily swollen, just shy of an actual erection.  Juice was leaking out of the tip and my balls were starting to ache.  I wondered where this was going.  I wondered if it was just my overactive imagination, and whether in a few minutes I would be back on the couch alone, pounding my dick out of sheer frustration before passing out.

Joey finished his beer and crushed it on the counter.  I don’t even know what the fuck he was talking about, but as he spoke he casually hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down to reveal his thatch of brown pubes.  That was all it took for me.  My fully hard cock was trapped between my pelvis and my cargo shorts.  I ran my hand along it, still watching him, still listening to him.

He saw what I was doing and his eyes met mine.

“You horny?” he said.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah me too,” he said.  In the next room, Judge Judy was reaming somebody out on TV.  The sound floated into the kitchen and seemed to bisect into the reality of what was happening.  Joey’s eyes darted away from my face and then back again.  For all the signals we’d given each other (and it only became clear to me now that that was what we’d been doing), he still seemed unsure, afraid of exposing himself.  I found that fairly irresistible, and I smiled to let him know it was cool.

“You’re gay, right?” he asked me.

“Yeah.  Have you ever messed around with a guy?”

“Not really.”  I didn’t ask what that meant, though I wondered then and I wonder still.

“You’re really hot,” I said.  Joey got closer to me.  I touched his sides, and he looked up at me with big blue eyes.   I leaned into him and our lips met.  His were soft and inviting.  I slid my tongue into his mouth.  His tongue wriggled against mine.  He pulled my head tight against his as we made out, our bodies inching ever closer. His smooth chest made contact with mine, and our bulges pressed together first gently, then with increasing force.  A loud commercial came on and popped us back into reality.

“Holy shit,” he said, pulling back from me.

“Fuck.  We can’t…” I started to say, but Joey stopped me.

“We can go out to my car.”

“Okay,” I said, my previous resistance making a quick retreat into the background as I watched Joey slip on a pair of sneakers, his hard dick still tenting out the front of his briefs.

I put on my flip flops and we headed out the door, quietly shutting it behind us.   It was a damp but cool mid-summer night, and the forest air was dank and green. Joey scuttled down the stairs in nothing but his briefs and tennis shoes, and I followed.  His Cadillac—a rambling, maroon-colored thing—was parked right in front of the house.  We went in through the driver’s side door, and I crawled into the vast back seat.  Joey shut the door behind him, being careful not to do it loudly.  Out here, in the middle of nowhere, you could practically hear anything.  And there was no sense in taking chances when my sister was asleep not twenty yards away.

I didn’t have time to dwell on this though, because Joey crawled right back on top of me and again pressed his body to mine.  We kissed with less inhibition now, our slight moans suppressed inside the padded surfaces of the automobile.

I reached down and felt Joey’s hard dick, pressed like a steel pipe against his thigh.  “Mmmm,” he moaned into my mouth, feeding me his tongue.  I took my hand off his dick and grabbed his ass, pressing him into me tighter.  We couldn’t get close enough.

Joey rose and I leaned up to meet him.  He aggressively pushed me back down on to the seat.  I reached for his chest, tweaking his nipples and running my hands along his smooth skin, tracing his treasure trail to the waistband of his underwear.  I tucked a finger inside and Joey took in his breath.  His pole was still tenting out his undies, and a wet spot had formed where the head of his cock met the fabric.  I pulled down the elastic and his cock popped out, bouncing up and down as if beckoning me closer.

His dick was as pale and smooth as the rest of his body.  It was well proportioned and beautiful.  I caressed the underside of his cock with the tip of my finger, making Joey swoon.  He crushed his body back onto mine and we kissed some more, Joey humping his naked dick against my clothed one.

He helped me to take my shirt off, then pulled off my shorts.  My hard dick slapped back against my flat stomach.  I’ve got a pretty big one, and Joey seemed fascinated by it.  He wrapped his hand around the base and felt it up, almost like he was appraising it, or comparing it to his own.  After a moment’s hesitation, he leaned down and slipped his lips around the head.  Holy shit did it feel good.  He took it in his mouth about halfway before sliding back up again.  He was inexperienced, for sure, but he really seemed to get off on the effort, stroking his dick as he sucked mine.  He got overzealous and choked on it a couple of times, but never gave up.

After a minute, I decided to give him his due.  He sat back and I got down in between his legs.  I slid off his briefs, taking in his whole package, including a nice set of balls hanging in a pale fuzzy sack.  His hard dick pulsed against his stomach.  I practically had to pry it up, it was so fucking hard.  A pearly drop of pre-cum rose from the tip, and I tasted this first as I sunk his entire dick in my mouth.  Joey groaned.  I kept my lips tight, blowing him like I knew my sister (or any other woman, for that matter) never could.

Joey thrust his hips up to fuck my willing lips, spreading open his thighs so I could feel his balls and the space beneath them.  His dick was leaking juice like drool from the mouth of a baby.  I licked at his taint, which really got him going.  He shouted out loud when the tip of my tongue flirted with the slick rim of his butthole.

I delved into his ass and ate him out properly.  He had a beautiful hole, pink and moist, rimmed with hair.  He lifted up his legs as I ate out his quivering squinch. He tensed and relaxed, making my tongue work hard against his tight pucker before he unclenched and half of my tongue slid up his hot butthole.

“Oh shit,” Joey said.  “Oh, fuck yeah.  That’s awesome.”  With his hands he spread his ass cheeks wide, really letting his self get into it.  I licked up and down his crack, spearing my tongue into his hole and giving him just what he wanted.

“That feels fucking incredible,” Joey said as I broke away from his ass.  “I’ve never had a girl do that before.”

“Most girls won’t, I’d imagine.”  Joey watched me as I leaned back and wiped my mouth.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, fisting his dick.

“Alright.  We can try.”  I wasn’t used to getting fucked, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn him down.  I wanted to experience what my sister had been getting up until now.

“Hold on,” Joey said, leaning up between the seats and reaching into the glove box.  He came back with a wrapped condom and a smile on his face.  “I always keep em handy.”

“We’re gonna need some lube I think.”  Joey rooted around in the glove box some more.  I pressed my finger to my asshole, testing the waters.  My dick throbbed and I thought, this is gonna be good.

“Shit, I don’t have anything for that.  The condom is pre-lubed, though.”

“I don’t care.  I need your dick in me.”  I had on leg up on the back of the seat and the other leg on the back of the driver’s seat, pressing harder against my exposed hole.  Joey looked down at me, and a wave of almost palpable desire spread over his face.  He took my ankles in his hands and raised my ass up toward his face.  Diving right in, he buried his tongue into my pink hole, sloppily eating out my ass.

I nearly melted into the car seat.  Joey’s slick tongue made mush out of my quivering hole.  I wasn’t sure if he’d ever done it before, but it really seemed to get him going.  By the time he lowered my ass in preparation to mount me, his dick was as red hot and hard as a fire poker.  He wetted his finger and pressed it against my butthole.  I relaxed as he worked it in.  Keeping his eyes trained on me, he pressed more and more of his finger inside, until he was knuckle-deep.  I gasped.  I was so turned on, I felt like the slightest breeze over my dick would make me cum.

Joey slid on the condom.  Holding my leg in the air, he pressed his dick to my ass, forcing pressure against the tender entrance until, finally, the head popped inside.  Needing a moment to adjust, I put out my hand to keep him from going further.  Slowly, a warmth spread over me.  Joey slid more of himself inside, apparently unable to resist the exquisite sensation of my tight ass wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck me,” I said.  “Give me all you got.”  He worked his hips in tight, fluid motions, feeding his dick into my ass with smooth and insistent strokes.  I grabbed his furry ass and pulled him into me, sinking his dick in to the hilt.  He hit his stride, fucking me like an animal, leaning forward and mashing his lips and tongue against mine as his dick forced itself inside.

“Let’s do it from behind,” Joey suggested, and I somehow managed to turn over with his dick still in my ass.  Joey kept fucking me, barely missing a beat.  I was lost in total lust for this guy, my dick rock hard and bouncing against my stomach.  Joey really got into it then, slapping my ass as he pounded into me.  He reached down and grabbed on to my cock.  He gave it a few strokes and I felt my load rise up out of my balls.

“Shit, Joey, you’re gonna make me cum,” I said.  Joey just gripped my dick harder and pumped away.  “I’m gonna blow…ah…fuck…ah!”  Ropes of cum spewed out of my dick and landed all over his upholstery.  Joey held on until I had shot the last of my load, then he reared back, taking his dick out of my ass.  I heard the condom slid off his dick wetly, and heard him grunt and groan as he gave a couple good pulls on his dick.

“Fuck yeah…oh fuck…oh shit….fuck!” he shouted, as hot jets of jizz splattered my back and my ass.  Joey pressed his dick down, running the drippy head all over my ass cheeks.  I could feel his load running down my sides, trailing all over my skin.  Joey rubbed it into me, then bent down and licked it off of my back.  I turned around and he shared his load with me, the taste searing my tongue as we kissed, our spent bodies lolling weakly against each other until he finally collapsed on top of me.

I don’t know how long we laid there, listening to the crickets chirping out in the night air.  I know it took us a minute to register the sound of the front door slamming, hard.  There was only one thing that could mean.  We both looked up at the house in shock, and saw the kitchen light was on.

“Oh fuck.  Holy shit.  Do you think she saw us?”  Joey was scrambling to put his briefs on.  I didn’t say anything.  I knew she had seen us.  My stomach had dropped out as soon as I’d heard the door slam, and my ears still seemed to ring with the dull, blank shock of it.

I followed Joey up the stairs to the front door.  The lights were on and she had locked us out.  Joey begged and pleaded to my sister inside, who said nothing.  I knew it was only a matter of time before she called the cops or tried to kill us.  I sat on the stoop with my head in my hands, blearily aware that—whether I liked it or not—my life had just gotten a swift kick in the nuts.  Things were bound to change now, in one way or another, for better or for worse.

Read Part II

My best friend Derrick and I were inseparable. I would hang out at his house every day, and on Sundays we would go with his dad, Paul, to the comic book store. Paul was pretty cool, and he had an awesome comic book collection, but there was something about him that made me nervous. Maybe it was the way he talked to me, in a sarcastic voice that always made me feel like I was stupid. He usually called me “Nathaniel,” while my preferred nickname was Natty. Everybody called him Paul, but when I addressed him it was always with a smart-assed “Mr. Mosesso.”

Just as soon as I rang Derrick’s doorbell that day I remembered that he had left for basketball camp that afternoon. When Paul answered the door, I felt really dumb. I explained to him that I knew Derrick wasn’t there, but it had slipped my mind.

“That’s alright Nathaniel,” Paul said. “Come in.” I walked inside, into the kitchen. It was cool and dark. Paul was wearing what he usually wore around the house: his underwear. As soon as Derrick’s dad came home from work he would strip down to his briefs and that’s how he would stay.

I tried not to stare at his body. That was another thing about Paul that made me nervous-—he was a really hot man, and I think he knew it. He was kind of short I guess, but his body was thick and muscular, with a huge, hairy chest, and a firm bubble butt the likes of which I’ve never seen before or since.

I shut the door behind me and Paul leaned back against the kitchen counter. He crossed his meaty thighs together, propping up the bulge in his briefs. He must have caught me looking at him, because a snide smile appeared on his handsome, square-jawed face.

“So when did Derrick leave?” I asked.

“He left with his mother about an hour ago.”

“Oh,” I said. Paul just stood there, like he was inviting me to look at his body. “Well…I guess I should get going.”

“Stick around for a little while,” Paul said. “I’ve got something to show you.” He motioned for me to follow him, and I walked down the hall behind him as we made our way to his den. I watched his firm ass flex under the combed cotton of his briefs.

I figured he wanted to show me some new comics he’d bought, so I was surprised when he closed the door to his den behind me. I’d always been really impressed with his den, which smelled like wood and old books and was filled with all kinds of weird and interesting stuff. Derrick and I were never allowed inside, but one day we’d snuck in when Paul wasn’t home and had found some of his dirty magazines. We sure had fun together that day.

Paul sat his ass on the desk, his tight stomach curling into his muscular body.

“You see that air vent up there?” he asked me, pointing to where the wall met the ceiling. I nodded yes. “That goes to Derrick’s room. I hear everything that goes on up there.”

He stopped for a moment to let me digest this information. I started getting really scared.

“I understand you guys borrowed a few of my magazines not too long ago.”

“Y-yes,” I stammered. “It was Derrick’s idea.”

“Did you like looking at them?”

“Umm…yeah.”

“It sounded like you guys were having a lot of fun looking at them.” He took his hand and tugged at the bulge in his underwear. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like it was growing.

I shuffled on my feet. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to run away, but Paul’s eyes were like laser beams, freezing me to the spot. “So you liked looking at naked pictures,” Paul said. “What about me? Would you like to see me naked?’ I didn’t say anything. I thought, he’s just joking, I should laugh. But I didn’t dare.

“You’ve seen Derrick naked, right?’

“W-well, yeah.”

“Fine, then. I’ll show you what I look like naked.” He pulled the waistband of his briefs down over his hairy bush of pubes, smiling at me. “Isn’t this what you want to see, Nathaniel?”

I didn’t answer, but I’m sure it must have been written all over my face. He let the waistband of his drawers snap back to wear they’d been.

“Or maybe you want to see my ass,” he said, turning around. “Remember that day when I caught you two? That’s what you and Derrick were showing each other, wasn’t it?” It was true. Derrick had mooned me and dared me to moon him back. Just as I was doing it, Paul had walked into the room. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to—-the look on his face had said it all.

Paul hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his briefs and slid it over the firm round bulges of his cheeks. He stopped about half way.

“You like my ass?”

“Yeah,” I said. He flashed that snide smile again.

“I’ll put on a show for you Natty, alright? Just like in the magazines.” Paul said, pulling his briefs off the rest of the way to reveal his magnificently beefy butt. He hoisted himself up onto his desk and perched there on his knees. Then, with his ass turned toward me, he bent over, arching his back seductively. He looked back at me. “How’s that view? Maybe I oughta spread my cunt wide, like those girls in the magazines do.”

He reached his hands back and spread his ass cheeks, revealing a deep, lightly hairy crack with a pink pucker right in the center. I was rock hard in my pants. I wanted so badly just to go over there and dive my face into that amazing ass, and then I realized, what was stopping me? Here he was, showing it off. I gathered all my courage and walked over to where he was crouched on the desk. His ass gave off a musky smell, dank and masculine.

He said nothing as I laid my hands on his thick ass cheeks; he just took his own hands off and rested his elbows on the desk, his head down. I pulled his cheeks apart and brought my face closer to his crack, inhaling his scent. I tentatively touched my finger to his hot hole and felt Paul jump beneath me. A little gasp came out of his mouth like I’d never heard before. My timidity started to vanish.

I pressed my face into his butt, my tongue making a direct hit with his hole. I licked all around his tight pucker, working my way in until I had half my tongue buried in his throbbing anus. Paul was breathing heavily, squirming a little underneath me and making soft grunting noises as my tongue explored his ass. Once I got used to what I was doing, I relaxed and really got into it.

“God, yes. Tongue my ass.” I thrilled to look at his broad, muscled back, and the way it tapered down to his small waist before flaring out again into two huge ass cheek pancakes. “Put your finger inside,” he directed. I touched my index finger to his anus, and felt him relax under my touch. I pushed in, and the tip of my finger sank into his hot butt. Paul squeezed my finger with his asshole. There was no doubt about it—-he was in control of everything. But something about the vulnerable position he was putting himself in was so erotic.

“Feel how tight that is, Natty? Push it all the way inside. Fuuuck yeah, that’s the way.” I had my whole finger plunging in and out of Paul’s butt, and I worked him like this for a while.

“I bet you’d like to fuck my ass, wouldn’t you?” Paul said, looking back at me. It was less like a question and more like a statement. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“‘Sir’, huh? I like that. Well, Natty, you’re gonna fuck my ass, so get your dick ready and get up here on the desk behind me.” I did as I was instructed, tearing off my pants and shirt and crawling up on the desk. Paul shifted to accommodate me. My dick was red and pulsing like a little torpedo. I looked at that big, hairy ass spread out before me, and thought to myself that I wasn’t going to last a second.

“Line your dick up with my asshole, that’s the way.” Paul kissed the end of my dick with his anus. “Now fuck my butt,” he said. “Stick it in there, Natty.” I braced my hands on his big butt cheeks and prepared myself for the fuck of my life. My first fuck ever, in fact.

The head of my dick flattened against his spit-slicked hole, then sank inside. His ass gobbled me up like the ocean swallows a sinking ship. I couldn’t believe the feel of his velvety butthole as it gripped my dick. I was fucking my best friend’s dad!

“Are you all the way in? All right, quit pissing around and fuck my butt. That’s it. Pound my hole.” I did my best, keeping a tight grip on his big hips as I rocked my cock in and out of his ass. Paul didn’t seem phased in the slightest. Even when I was fucking the man I couldn’t poke a hole in his air of superiority.

Just as I’d predicted, it wasn’t but a minute before I felt my load rising up out of my balls. I tried my best to hold it back, but it was like my body just took control and wouldn’t stop.

“Oh, Mr. Mosseso, I think I’m gonna cum,” I said, and before I even finished the sentence I was spilling my load into his guts.

“That’s it, cum in my ass. There you go.” I fell onto his back as I came down, my dick still spasming in his ass. He waited as I came down, giving a few jerks of his butt muscles and milking the load out of me. He jerked his own dick as he did it.

“Now I’m gonna blow,” he said, pushing me off of his back and turning around. He kneeled over my prone body and whacked his mean-looking prick with a flying fist.

“Watch this load, Natty. Get ready.” With a mannered grunt, a great big jet of jizz flew out of his thick cock head and landed across my face. More followed, spraying hot lashes of come over my chest and balls.

When Paul was finished he laid his big, warm body on mine. He brought his face close.

“Ever try eating come, Natty?” I shook my head. Paul licked some of his load off of my face, then grabbed hold of my jaw and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue reached between my lips and found my tongue. I pushed my tongue back into his, tasting the load from it, and wanting more and more. Paul his took his mouth off of mine and looked down at me, smiling.

“Well, Nathaniel,” he said, getting off the desk. “Shall we take a shower, then?” I followed him upstairs to the bathroom. Once Paul got the shower going and I got in with him, he let me worship his body. I got him nice and soaped up and ran my hands all over his hot, magnificent chest. He let me explore his fat, hairy dick, and I even sucked it a little. Then we made out some more.

Afterwards, Paul took me into his bedroom, and showed me his collection of dildos in his sock drawer. He had me test each one out on his big, hot butt while he stroked his cock. I ate every drop of sweet juice that came out of his cock head, and still I couldn’t get enough.

Eventually, however, the fun had to end.

“Jeanie’s going to be home soon,” he said after he’d shot his third load and had me lick it off of his nipples. “Time to go home, Nathaniel.” I got on my clothes.

“Can I come back sometime?” I asked as he ushered me out of the door.

“Well, I assume you’ll be here when Derrick comes back from camp, right? Until then, be patient,” he said, and shut the door.

That was the way it was with Paul.

I was sixteen when I had my defining sexual experience.  In a strange way, every sexual experience I’ve had since then has been an attempt to recapture it.

I was sixteen but I probably looked and acted younger.  Nevertheless I knew what I wanted, even at what some would say is a young age.  I wanted cock, and lots of it.  I masturbated several times a day thinking about men, forming ideas about what I wanted to do with them.  Pretty much anything and everything was what I’d decided on.

I’d gone to the doctor that day because I had to give a blood sample.  Dr. Sulchosky checked me out then told me the nurse was going to take my blood.  I stood up, the crinkly paper on the bed sticking to my legs.

“Just wait here a moment and Danny will come by to take care of you.”

The receptionist was leaving for the day, and the office was nearly empty.  Danny appeared just as the doctor was getting ready to leave.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw him.  He was a total little stud.

“You’ll be alright?” Dr. Sulchosky said to Danny.

“No problem,” Danny said.  A grin lit up his face.  He had light brown hair, buzzed to a smooth, thick fuzz on his round skull.  He was wearing his scrubs—a blue shirt and white pants.  He was probably about twenty five years old, short but muscular.  I started to get nervous, and not because I was afraid of needles.

“I’ll just take care of this young man and then I’ll lock up the office,” Danny said.  Dr. Sulchosky said “good” and “good night,” and then we were alone.

“What’s your name, buddy?” He reached down to shake my hand.

“Nate,” I said, his hand taking mine in a firm grip.

“I’m Danny.  Nice to meet you.  You wanna come over this way with me, bud?”  I followed him down the hall, and then I noticed the kicker—his white scrub pants were almost totally see-through.  And he was wearing a pair of tight, black bikini briefs with some kind of colorful pattern on them.  The way they clutched his perfectly plump ass was indescribable.

“Alright now, why don’t you sit down in the chair over there,” Danny said, motioning me beside the doorway.  He grabbed a needle and a vial and sat down beside me, taking my arm.

“So, Nate, you play any sports?” he said, taking my arm and turning it over.  I looked down into his lap—I could still see through those fucking pants, and his bulge was clearly visible, full of promise, packed into those tight bikinis.

“No, not really.”  He took a rubber strip and stretched it around my bicep.

“You watch football?” he said, tying it.

“No.”  He looked for a vein, took a cotton ball that was doused in something, and rubbed it into the crook of my arm.

“Shame,” he said, “Steelers are doing great this year.”  He got the needle ready and he put it to my arm.  “Little pinch,” he said, and pressed it in.

As my blood was filling the vial, I looked back down at his crotch.  All of the sudden I realized—those colors on his briefs, they were Steelers logos!

“So that’s what’s on your underwear?” I said, still flush with surprise.  Danny looked up at me.

“Yeah,” he said, his face a little flushed.  Then he took the needle out of my arm.  “Hold this for just a second.”  He pressed a fresh cotton ball where the needle came out of my arm.  I did as he said.  He stood up and put the needle on a tray.

“You really can see those, huh?” he said, looking down at himself, then back at me. His gaze held steady for a moment.  “You like what you see?”

“Yeah…they’re cool.”  He kept grinning at me.  Then he lifted up his shirt, exposing his taut stomach, smattered with light brown hair.  He walked toward me. “Check em out,” he said.  I sat there, stupidly gazing at what I could make of the curves and lines of his underwear.  I didn’t know what the fuck to do.  I hardly knew what was happening.  Back then, the signs weren’t as clear to me.

Still holding up his shirt, he untied his pants with his other hand and let them fall to the floor.  My heart really started to race now.  There were definitely Steelers logos on there, and they warped around the sizeable bulge in front, the low cut showing off the cut v-shape of his pelvis, the waist of them just skirting the edge of his blond-ish pubes.  His beefy, tanned thighs, smattered with light-brown hair.  The scrubs lay at his ankles, and he kicked them off.

“They are really cool,” I said like a jack-ass.  I mean, his cock was right in my face, and I still didn’t have a clue.  He was still grinning down at me, and then he lifted off his shirt.  His chest was beautiful – solid muscles, gleaming tan and golden, covered in light brown hair.  His stocky arms were at his sides.

“Touch em if you want.”  I reached out my hands and put them to his hips, feeling the seams of his briefs as if I was deciding whether to purchase them for myself. I’m fairly sure I was totally hard by this point, and as I touched him I started to get it.  Slowly I ran my fingers along the seam, until I was lightly caressing his bulge. Something started to stir in there.

“Ahhh…feels good, buddy,” Danny said, putting his hands on his hips.  I took his bulge more firmly in my hand, and now I could feel it – the tube of a cock fattening up in there, trapped inside.  I felt his bulge until it fattened so much that it must have been hurting him – his cock was still curled up in the pouch of those teeny bikinis, hard and flattened and straining to rise up off his balls.

I had time to think about what was happening.  I looked around at the empty examining room, thinking about all the times I’d come here as a child to get a check-up.  And now it was the place where my greatest fantasy was coming true – this incredibly hot guy was taking his clothes off for me, and letting me touch him.

Danny reached forward and slid his bikini briefs off.  His cock bounded out in front of him.  It was a beefy dick, bigger than anything I’d seen, definitely bigger than mine.  It had a big head and a thick shaft, and it hung from a nest of light brown pubes and over a fat nut sack.  Danny was clearly proud of it.

“I call him Champ,” he said, looking down at me.  I stared at his dick, watched it bounce in the air.  “He’ll let you touch him if you’re nice.”

I reached out and touched his hot shaft, the first dick besides my own that I had ever touched.  It felt amazing, this living thing that had a force all of its own.  It made me want to go crazy – touch it, lick it, slap it against my face.  But I was too nervous to do anything like that.  I felt it in my hand, heaved it up and felt its weight. Then I stroked it, lightly, letting the loose skin leftover from his circumcision peel back.  I was fascinated by his dick, and Danny seemed perfectly content to just let me explore.  I cupped his balls in my hand.  I leaned in closer and smelled him – a musky scent, with just a hint of cologne.

“Kiss him,” Danny said.  I looked up at him.  He hand his hand on his chest, tweaking his nipples.  “Give ‘em a kiss.  You like him, don’t you?”  I nodded yes. “Then give him a kiss.  Just on the head.”  I leaned forward and brought his cock head to my lips.  I puckered my lips and kissed the hot spearing end of his dick.  There was a little bit of precome gathered on the piss hole.  It stayed on my lip, and I pulled back.

Danny kneeled down in front of me and put his hand on the crotch of my shorts.

“You’re really hard down there, huh?” he said.  He unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled them off of my legs.  My hard dick came popping out of the fly of my boxers.  Danny looked at it for a second, then he wrapped his mouth around the end and slid his lips down the shaft until my entire dick was in his mouth.  I think I yelled out loud, the feeling was that intense.  Danny didn’t quit, he slid my cock in and out of his hot, wet mouth, and after a few bobs I think he sensed that I wasn’t going to last very long.  It seemed like less than a minute before he stood back up.

I must have had a look of great pleasure and surprise on my face, because he kind of laughed at me.  He was still as hard as he’d been before.  He took his dick in his hand and stroked himself.

“You like my butt?” he said, turning around.  Yes, yes I did.  His butt came out from his small waist like two halves of a golden melon, so plump and firm.  “You can touch that too, if you want.”  I felt his ass.  My cock was throbbing.  I touched it like I was touching something out of a fantasy, a picture from one of the magazines I’d found in the railroad yard, turned real.

“Come here,” Danny said, walking across the room.  I picked up my shorts and followed him.  Danny bent over the examining table, spreading his short legs and exposing his ass for me.  “Take a closer look and don’t be afraid of it.  I like when people play with my butt.”  His butt was spread a little wider.  I just kept feeling his butt cheeks, and I probably would have been content with that if he hadn’t said something.

“Spread my butt cheeks.  See my butthole?  Touch your finger to it.”  I would’ve done anything he asked at that point.  His hole was pink and hairless.  I put my finger in between his cheeks and touched it to his hot, pulsing anus.  Danny bucked.  He had his hard dick pressed against the examining table, the paper crinkling as he ground it into the vinyl.

“Keep your finger there.  Oh, buddy, that feels so fucking good.”  It was the first time he’d sweared, and it really brought home how illicit what we were doing was.  He was pressing his butt into my finger, pumping and relaxing his hole.  My dick was throbbing in front of me.  Danny groaned, then he got up and reached in a cabinet over the sink.  He brought back a jar of something, which he dipped his fingers into.  Then he bent back over the table, and smeared the dollop onto his hole.

“Take some of this,” he said, handing me the jar.  “Put it on your dick.  You want to put your dick in my butt?” he said.  I slathered some of the cold slippery stuff onto my dick, which would have made me pop my load in and of itself, as the only lube I ever used was spit.

“Go ahead and put your dick in my butthole.  Just go slow and put a lot of that stuff on your dick,” Danny said.  I put some more on.  Danny had his hands out in front of him, wrapped around the far edge of the table.  I couldn’t believe he was going to let me fuck him in the butt, that fine butt that I’d admired when I first saw it in his pants.

I stood up on the stool and slid my dick in between Danny’s warm ass cheeks.  We both shuddered as my dick found his hole.  I tried to take it slow, pressing myself into him.  Danny shifted around a little bit and then I pressed harder and all of the sudden the head of my cock popped inside of him.

“Oh yeah, buddy.  I’m ready for it, go ahead and slide all of it in,” Danny said, arching his back as he turned back around to talk to me.  I slid all the way inside of him, feeling like I’d never felt before, like my dick was in heaven, hot velvet heaven.  Danny started whimpering, moaning little girly moans.  I was kind of at a loss of what to do at first, because I’d nearly cum just from sliding myself inside.  But after I rested for a minute, I slid back out, then I pushed back in, and before I knew it I was fucking his ass.

Danny kept whimpering.  He let me fuck him at my own pace, which involved only a handful of short, ragged thrusts until I was just past the point of no return.  I think Danny sensed this, because at that point he spoke up.

“Oh buddy, shoot it in me, shoot it in my butt,” he said, and I did.  I unloaded, I came like I’d never came before—without using hands.  My dick was free, it was exploding into somebody else, and the feeling was astounding.

Before I realized what was happening, Danny was groaning loudly, bucking himself onto my dick and into the table.  I looked in front of him and saw that he was shooting across the examining table, without even touching himself.  He’d come just from thrusting his cock against the table, and I guess the feeling of my dick in his butt. Come shot out of his dick like a cannon and landed like rain over the thin white paper.

When Danny was done I stepped off the stool and slid my dick out.  He sucked in air through his teeth.  Then he hoisted himself up and reached over for his underwear.

“Good job Nate,” he said, packing his ass, then his dick back into those briefs.  “You’re a perfect patient.”  I smiled at him as I buckled up my shorts.  My legs were weak and wobbly.  Danny put on his scrubs before walking me to the door of the office.  “I think Dr. Sulchosky wants you back in a week just to check on you again,” Danny said, standing close to me with his hand on the door knob.  He smiled and then he leaned forward and kissed me.  My tongue went right for his tongue, and we kissed a minute before he broke it off.

I wobbled home.  Everything seemed to take on a new glow.  Danny.  I’ll never forget that little stud nurse, no matter what.