I was trying to be good, I really truly was.  Then Joey walked up to me in the gas station wearing a black ribbed shirt tight enough to show the hard, nubby nipples on his pecs.

“Hey Nate,” he said.  What was I supposed to do?  I said “hey” back.  “Long time no see,” he said, getting really close to me so our conversation wouldn’t carry into the store.  The place was bustling, as usual – the Sheetz on Market Street is sort of the hub of my small town.  “What have you been up to?”

Since…, I thought.  Since the night I’d trashed my relationship with my sister, probably for good, by sleeping with him.  “I’ve been alright,” I said.  “How about you?”

“Good,” he said, sliding his hands into the pockets of his track pants, inching the waist of them low enough so that his taut, white stomach showed.  “I thought maybe you’d went back to the city.”

“Nah,” I said.  “Still here.”  Of course I’d known that Joey was still around.  About a month ago my mom had mentioned, casually, that my sister was seeing “that construction worker again, that Joey.”  She was mercifully in the dark about me and my sister’s falling out, and I sure as shit didn’t see a reason to go into specifics.

“I got a job up at the hospital,” I said.  ”Just admissions, paperwork and stuff.  It’s good.”

“Cool.  So where do you live?”

“I was staying with my parents but I just got a place, right down the street from here, actually, in the old opera house building.”

“Cool,” Joey said.  He looked around then back at me.  “So, like, what are you doing later?”

It was the moment I’d both anticipated and feared.  Despite the guilt that had sometimes made me physically ill over the past four months, I still wanted him.  Dreamt about him.  Jacked off thinking about him.  And yeah, I’d even driven past his parents’ trailer more than a few times, just to make sure he was still around.

“Nothing,” I said.

“I’m supposed to go to this party, but if you –”

“Joey – you comin?” called a voice from across the store.  Joey looked back toward the door and I followed his gaze to Roger Eli, a guy who’d been a couple years ahead of me in school.  Joey turned back to me.

“I want to stop by later tonight,” he said.  “What apartment?”

I found myself saying “Four-oh-two.”  Joey nodded and turned and strode to the door where Roger waited, holding open the door.  They walked out together, and I put my pint of Ben & Jerry’s back in the freezer and headed home to wait.

***

What I came to realize in the next few weeks was that Joey was an insatiable sex hound who seemed attracted to me possibly for the sole reason that I was willing to get it on as often as he was.

He showed up at my door a little after midnight, that first night, looking drunk and half horny, half apprehensive.  But it was less than a minute before we were full-on making out.  He fucked me against the kitchen counter, pounding my ass with an intensity I’d forgotten from our last encounter.  We hardly talked, just boned away until we both blew, he in the condom up my ass and me all over the cookie sheet I’d used to make garlic bread earlier that evening.

And later, after I’d reheated the rest of that bread and we’d eaten it with some leftover pasta and a generous amount of cheap wine, he fucked me again – this time in the shower, and bareback, and we came together as he held me fully aloft, my legs wrapped around his waist and his arms under my thighs, hoisting me up as he plowed his dick into me.

And the next morning (I’d made him sleep on the couch) he woke me up by coming into my room with a big old boner in his boxer briefs, which he stuffed in my ass for the third time in six hours.

So I filed my guilt away to the back cabinets of my mind and got it on with him, the best lay of my life.  We fucked at least once a day.  I gave him a key to my place.  Sometimes I’d come home to find him naked in my bed, boner ready and waiting.  I’d hop on and ride him before I even ate dinner.

Then one Friday when he’d come over with a case of beer and the intention of fucking me all night, he told me “Your sister’s been wondering where I am all the time.”

We’d just had a shower and were sitting on the couch watching TV, passing a joint.

“What did you tell her?” I said.

“Well she knows my mom is sick.  I tell her I’m over there helping them out, but she must know something’s up cause my mom said she saw Trish’s car going past a couple times when I was over here.”

“Fuck,” I said, blowing out a hit. “You don’t think she suspects anything, do you?”

“No way,” Joey said.  He set the roach on the coffee table.  “She – she never talks about that night.  Even though I apologized for it and all.  She’s caught me cheating on her before with Jen Ericksen.  I think she thinks I’m with her.”

“Fuck,” I said again.

“I’m careful.  I always park in back when I come here.”

“I know.  Still.”  I was stoned and the full gravity of my situation was hitting me way too hard.  I must have been sitting there lost in my own thoughts for a good while, cause Joey finally called over to me.

“Hey,” he said.  I looked at him, laid back on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, his hard cock tenting up the crotch.  I reached over, and pulled down the waistband.  Joey’s breathing got faster.  So did mine.  I got between his legs so his cock was in front of my face.

“Does Trish suck your cock?” I said.

“Sometimes,” Joey said.

“Does she suck it as good as me?”

“No way,” Joey said.  I went down on him, a few passes, sucking just as well as I could – no teeth, deep throat, tongue sliding hard against the underside.

“Tell me more about what she’s like,” I said when I came up for air.  My cock was hard and I humped it against the couch cushion as Joey talked.

“I have to beg her for it.  She doesn’t swallow.  And she goes too fast, like she’s trying to get it over with.  Not like you.”

“Does she play with your ass?”

“No way,” Joey said.  “She would never go back there.  She won’t even let me do that stuff to her, she thinks it’s dirty.”

I rubbed my finger along the slot of Joey’s asshole.  He quivered, his nuts tightened up into his body.

“Do you eat her pussy?”

“Yeah,” Joey said breathlessly.  I had his slick cock in one hand and my other hand was under his nuts, my index finger pressed against his tight hole.

“Does she like it?”

“Yeah.  But she doesn’t get the way you do when I eat you out.”

“What about when you fuck her?”

“It’s not like it is with you.”

“How so?”

“She doesn’t give it back to me as good.  Sometimes she just kinda lays there.”  I pressed my finger tighter to his hole.  His cock was harder than hard.

I said the words I’d thought a million times before but hadn’t had the gall to say. “I want you to fuck me like you fuck my sister.”

“Yeah,” Joey said, rising from the couch to kiss me.  He threw me on my back, hard, then grabbed my ankles and yanked my legs up and over my head, spreading my ass wide.  He went down on me, voraciously eating me out, until I was wet enough and he could slide a finger inside.

“Am I tighter than her?”

“So much, man.  Her pussy doesn’t even compare to your ass, it’s so fucking tight.”  Joey fingered me slowly, steadily.  He bent down and took my cock in his mouth, making a couple of breathless passes before coming back up.

“Do you ever think of me when you’re fucking her?”

“Sometimes,” Joey said.  “Once I fucked you right after I fucked her.  You sucked my cock right after it’d been in her pussy.”

“Oh fuck,” I said, my dick pulsing and my ass clenching down on Joey’s insistent finger.

“You like that I fucked her right before I fucked you?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I drop more loads in you than I ever do in her,” Joey said.  “Cause I know I can do anything with you, cause you’re as dirty as I am.”

Joey took out his finger.  He positioned himself, his cock to my hole, and slowly he slid it home.  We fucked so slow, cause we were both so close.  He fucked me slow and deep and we kept a steady stream of filthy talk between us, all of it about my sister.

Later, I had him on his stomach, on the bed, and I was eating him out – his favorite post-sex, pre-second-round activity.  Sometimes I’d eat him out for an hour, just burying my tongue in his hairy butt while he ground his cock against the bed.

“You like my tongue in your ass?” I said.

“Yeah,” Joey said.

“You want more?”

“I dunno…”  To that point I’d never done anything with his ass other than finger it while I sucked and rimmed him.  But that night he was ready for the whole nine yards.

I grabbed his hips and pulled his hips back so that he was on his knees, his ass raised up.  I knelt behind him and put my cock against his crack, pressing against it.  Joey moaned.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.  “Fuck me.”  I lubed up.  I took my time.  I loved that, even after all we’d done together, even after all he’d done with other girls his whole life, I was taking his virginity.  When I was in the whole way I gave him time to adjust.  I reached underneath him – his cock was rock hard.

“You like it?”

“I do,” Joey said.  “I like you in my ass.”  I slowly slid out, then back in.  Joey groaned.  “Fuck me,” he said, so I grabbed hold of his hips and had my way.

“You can’t get this from Trish,” I said.

“Fuck no,” Joey said.  A few more pumps inside him and I had him screaming “Fuck me!” at the top of his lungs, which I did, until I blew what felt like the biggest load of my life, up inside the ass of my sister’s boyfriend.

***

They continued, our epic all-night suck-and-fuck fests, for another week.  And then it happened.  I ran into my sister at the supermarket.  And Joey was with her, manning the shopping cart.  I tried to turn around but it was too late.  I pushed my cart down the aisle, hoping I could pass them by with a minimum of drama.

She saw me then.  She was shocked.

“Hi,” I said.

“How dare you even talk to me,” she said, “after what you did.” 

She continued in that vein, admonishing me, her younger brother, in a way that, despite its intensity, was familiar.  This time I was a seducer, the violator of her innocent boyfriend.  I stood there, half-listening, suddenly seeing it for the self-protecting fiction that it was.

Because there was Joey, beside her.  He was stooped low, hanging on to the cart for dear life.  Yeah, I’d fucked up.  I was quite probably deranged, and a pervert.  But if I was ever going to figure anything out it wasn’t going to be there, in the cleaning products aisle.

So I walked away, her sneering judgments fading until I was around the corner and out of site.  I’d abandoned my cart, left it sitting right next to them, and I wondered if Joey would do something with it or just leave it where it was.

I’m a big slut. Who cares? I like having sex and I protect myself. I’m out to spread the love. Some people would say I’m a seducer, but the truth is that you can’t make somebody do something they don’t want to do—they have to be willing. I just give them that extra nudge in the right direction.

So I was walking through campus the other day on my lunch break (now that I have a respectable job and life and everything, I get to take as long of a lunch break as I want), and I was using the time today to pick through the trash that the students had thrown out at the end of the semester. There was a lot of it. Kids are wasteful.

There was a pile of junk sitting in front of a big stone apartment house. As soon as I approached it I caught the unmistakable scent of Nag Champa incense wafting out of an open, first-floor window. They say that smells are stored in long-term memory and can easily trigger deep emotions. Well, the smell of that incense took me right back to my college days, and cast the beautiful sunny spring day in an entirely different glow.

I started rummaging through the stuff – mostly busted Ikea furniture and beer bottles. I could hear some faint music coming from the window–it sounded like the Dead–and then I heard a voice.

“Hey man, you trash picking?” I looked up, and saw a college guy in the window. He looked older, mature. He had a handsome face and a scruffy goatee.

“Yeah, I’m just looking around.”

“Well I’m moving out tomorrow and I got a bunch of stuff up here I want to get rid of, if you want to check it out.” He went around and opened the door for me. “It’s up in my room, c’mon,” he said, and started up the stairs.

He wore a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt, and the clothes hung very well off of his body. He was a sexy young guy. I stared at his butt as we crested the stairs and went into his room.

He had most of his stuff packed up, but he pointed to a pile of junk sitting against the wall. “I’m getting rid of all that, take what you want.” He sat down in a creaky chair. There was a set of bongos beside him. A stick of incense jutted out from a crack in the window frame, the smoke roping off into the hazy sunlight that streamed underneath a tapestry he’d hung up as a curtain.

I looked at his stuff for a moment then I noticed that he was packing up a pipe. He was sitting so comfortably in the chair, his sexy legs spread, his arms and chest relaxed. He put the pipe to his mouth and the weed crackled as he sucked in a hit. He held it in. The smell of the weed hit me then, and at that moment I felt like I’d never left college.

“You want a hit?” he said, holding it out to me. There was something almost naive about the way he asked it. Did I look like a 29-year-old university drone on his lunch break? It didn’t matter to this guy. I was somebody to get high with.

“Sure,” I said, and reached for the pipe. I hadn’t smoked weed in two years, but it all came naturally. I sucked in the smoke, and almost immediately felt it in my brain – that giddy, fluttery sensation.

We passed it back a few more times while I pretended to look at his stuff. In reality I was thinking, “What the fuck am I doing, I’m getting high and I have to be back at work in an hour.” Then another part of me said, “Who the fuck cares? You’ve been an adult for way too long. Take the rest of the day off.”

The guy, as if reading my last thought, motioned toward his bed – an almost-bare mattress that sat on the floor. I took a seat.

“Forest,” he said, passing me the pipe. He held out his hand and I shook it. “Carl,” I said. “Nice to meet you.” We made some small talk. I found out that he’d just graduated, after six years. He had an unconscious sensuality about him, and I found myself looking at his golden thighs, wondering what lay up his baggy shorts.

The pipe was done. “So, do you see anything you want?” he asked, motioning toward his pile of junk. It was an innocent question, but I gave him a look.

“No, not over there,” I said. I leaned back on the bed and looked at the ceiling. “Man, weed always makes me so horny. You know what I mean?”

Something flickered across his face, like a realization. “Yeah,” he said, nodding at me.

Everything added up – the way he’d invited me inside, the way he was sitting, how he’d offered me weed. I knew what was going to happen – I was sure of it – and so I got bold.

“Have you been out in the sun a lot?” I said, and I cupped his calf muscle in my hand. “Your skin is really tan.” I moved my hand slowly up his leg. Forest watched it.

“I like to lay out on the roof sometimes,” he said.

“Do you wear your shorts? You’re even tan on your thighs,” I said, moving my hand up further still.

“Sometimes,” he said. My fingers went past his shorts, grazing the inside of his thigh.

“So you’re really horny,” he said, giving me a slight smile.

“Yeah,” I said. I lifted up his shirt, my hand stopping at the top of his shorts. “Is this okay?” Forest just shrugged. I unbuttoned them and unzipped his fly. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He lifted up his ass to help me take him off, and there, on his stomach, lay nine inches of hard hippie meat. “Fuck yeah,” I said, and lifted it up. It was huge. Forest’s mouth opened, his breath came ragged. I looked into his eyes as I slid his cock between my lips.

Forest moaned. The flesh of his cock was like silk in my mouth, I could taste the dewy freshness of the pre-come oozing from the tip. I bobbed up and down, feeling him get harder with each pass. Then I made my way down to his heavy balls. The musky smell from his crotch was turning me on more. I licked his balls, running my tongue against the space underneath them.

“Hey man, did you ever have anybody eat your ass?” I asked.

“No.”

“Want me to?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking off his shirt. “Shut the door, would you? My roommates might come home.” I stood up, my dick painfully tenting out the front of my pants, and shut his bedroom door. He had slipped his shorts off of his feet, and now stood there in all his glory. He had a perfect body, with a smattering of hair on his lean, well-formed chest and tight stomach.

“Bend over the chair,” I instructed. “Put your knees up on it. Spread your ass out – yeah, like that.” His virgin ass was beautiful, with just a thin line of light brown hair and a slick, pink hole. “Jerk yourself off while I do it, it feels incredible that way.”

“Ok,” he said, taking hold of his big dick. I started by licking around the rim of his hole. His reaction was immediate and intense – you would have thought somebody had given him an electric shock. What’s more, as I pressed my face tighter into his butt and ground my tongue against his quivering hole, I could feel his perineum tightening and hardening. His cock was getting harder and harder the more I ate him out.

“Do you like it?” I asked him.

“Holy shit, man, that feels incredible.”

“Mmmmm, your ass tastes so fuckin good…” It did, it was clean and relaxed. I started grinding my tongue in as far as it could go. Forest had his back arched, trying to spread as wide as he could so I could get more in.

I ducked down and got my head underneath him. Licking his balls and running my tongue up his shaft, I took his rock-hard prick back into my mouth. While I was sucking him, I traced a finger up his sack and placed it against his well-lubed butthole. Slowly, I slid it inside.

“Oh fuhhh,” he muttered, smooshing his face against the back of the chair. His ass was hot and hungry, tight but willing to accommodate. I managed to jam two fingers inside there, and he was still hard as a telephone pole, his piss hole issuing lots of sweet juice that I ate eagerly.

“Man, I can’t believe you’ve never had anything up that hot ass, dude,” I said when I came up.

“Me neither.” I spied an empty beer bottle sitting on the window sill. Forest, still jerking his cock, garnered my intentions and gave me a look. “I dunno man, I dunno about that…”

“Aw, we can just put it in a little bit. C’mon, man, nobody’s around. Nobody’s ever gonna know.” I knocked his hand away and took up his cock stroking. Forest moaned, and arched his back again. “Get this wet,” I said, putting the bottle in front of his face. Forest looked at it, then he took it into his mouth. He sucked it like he was sucking a cock – or maybe that wasn’t what he was thinking of, but he was definitely getting off on the thought of having something inside of him. He slathered his lips and tongue up and down neck of the bottle, sucking on it and really getting into it. When he’d gotten it nice and sloppy, I took it from his mouth and pressed it to his asshole.

“Just relax, let it in.” Forest rocked his hips fluidly, jabbing his ass against the rim of the bottle. The feeling of it seemed to agree with him, and he pressed harder against the smooth glass rim. I held it firmly in my hand, and the pressure grew until his ass opened up and gobbled part of it inside.

“Ah! Oh!” Forest moaned, and the sound echoed in his nearly empty room. The pain seemed to fade quickly, and in no time I was sliding the rest of the bottle neck into him, while he pressed back to meet it. Soon it was all inside.

Forest relaxed then, letting his body slacken but keeping his booty upright.

“Does that feel okay?

“I’ve never felt anything like it,” he gasped.

“Keep jerking yourself off.” I slowly slid the bottle out.

“Holy shit…” Gently I pressed it back inside. “Auhhh…auhhh…I think…I’m gonna cum…” I was full-on fucking him with the bottle now, giving his hungry virgin ass exactly what it needed. Forest was still hard, but it was a slacker hard than it had been before. I guessed that most of his concentration was on what he was feeling up his butt, and that the cumwould issue naturally from that. Suddenly I got an urge.

“I want you to cum on my face,” I said, getting underneath him. Still, I held on to the bottle, wrapping my arm around his hips so I could suck and fuck him at the same time.

Forest looked down at me as I jerked off his dick in front of my face. His face was screwed up, red; he was panting and his mouth hung open. He was beyond control, it was pure pleasure run amock.

For some reason, I wanted to bathe myself in his come. I thought it would be like a baptism, his fresh college load coating me, making me new.

“Oh…shit…” he said a word each time I pumped the bottle in to him. “Going…to…cum…fuck…Ahhh!” A thick spurt of cream streamed over my head, some of it landing on my face. I stuck out my tongue to catch more. It was sweet and delicious, and it seared my forehead, cheeks and chin. Forest watched me the entire time, still bucking back on the bottle, his load just spilling out of him effortlessly.

Then he moved his body down mine and put my face next to his. Before I could react he was kissing me, running his tongue along my face to taste his load, putting it back in my mouth so that we were eating his come together. I wrapped my arms around his heaving flesh, his smooth skin, his taut waist and firm ass, the bottle still lodged inside of it.

“I always wanted to experiment with a guy, I just never got the opportunity,” he said when we’d gotten up.

“Now you have.”

“I have you to thank.” We heard voices downstairs. His roommates were home. He kissed me again, and left the room to distract them. I managed to slip down the steps and out the back door.

Going back to work was hardly an option. I had the whole day to myself, I was free. It was a beautiful feeling.

I went over to Marco’s house, that hot summer day, with thoughts of sex on my mind.  I’d always been attracted to Marco, and I always suspected that he was perhaps…less than straight. For one thing, he’d known I was gay (and perverted, for that matter) since I’d first met him, and still he pursued me as a friend, he was always the one who called me.  And it’s not like that makes him gay, but there were other things…things I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Marco opened the door to his apartment with a smile.  He was so cute.  Italian, with a boyishly handsome face and a thin, skater’s body.  He was in the middle of a video game so I sat on the couch and shot the breeze while he finished up the level he was on.

My horniness still hung heavy.  I realized something promising–we were alone in the house.  Marco had a lot of roommates, but they were all away in some fashion or another.  Marco turned his Playstation off.  He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and basketball shorts.  He stood up before me and gave me a sly smile.

“So what do you wanna do?”  I shrugged.

“I don’t know, man, whatever.”

“I want to smoke a bowl,” Marco said.  That was no surprise, Marco was always getting high.  I used to always get high with him, but I’d quit smoking weed months ago for various reasons.  Marco knew this.

“Go right ahead,” I said.

“You wanna smoke?”

“No,” I said, looking right at him.  He was going to try to get me to smoke.  It was alright, I knew that I didn’t want to and I don’t succumb to peer pressure.

“C’mon, Danny, just smoke with me this one time, what’s it gonna hurt?”

“I quit, dude, like six months ago,” I said to Marco as he gathered up his weed and pipe.  He sat down next to me on the couch and started to pack it up.

“I know, but you should just smoke this one time.  C’mon, Danny, do it for me,” he said, holding the bowl out to me and smiling.  I smiled and shook my head.

“Alright, whatever,” he said, faking being pissed.  We sat there together, mostly silent, as he smoked his weed.  The smoke from the bowl roped off in the sunlight.  Horny thoughts started crowding my head.  The thing about Marco, what attracted me most to him, is that everyone said he had a huge cock.  I’d never seen it, though.

Our thighs were touching.  There was a definite something in the air, a spark.  Marco sat smoking his bowl in silence, kind of arched away from me, looking down at me.  When he finished, he reached down and packed up another bowl.  Then he stood up in front of me and then he held the bowl out to me.

“Just fucking hit this, Danny.”  I looked up at him.  His shorts had ridden a little below his underwear, revealing the black elastic trim.  “C’mon, do it for me, I’m your friend, and I’m telling you to smoke weed.”

“Aw, Jesus Marco.  I’ll…I’ll take a hit if you show me your underwear.”  I said this with a smile, and Marco laughed with me.

“Okay, Danny, I’ll do that for you—-but only because I want you to smoke weed.  Here, hold this.”  He handed me the bowl and pulled down his shorts.  He wore gray boxer-briefs.  He lifted up his shirts to give me a better look, showing me his hairy stomach.  I could see the outline of his cock beneath the stretchy fabric, it looked thick and hot.  I started to get a boner.

“Very nice,” I said.  Marco laughed and pulled up his shorts again.  I put the lighter to the bowl and took a healthy hit.  I tried to fake breathing it in, but Marco was watching me closely.  I faked it as much as I could, and blew out a big puff of smoke.

“Nice.  See, that wasn’t so bad,” he said.  I handed to bowl towards him.  “No, no, that bowl’s for you.  Finish it.”

“What?  I only said I’d take a hit.  I’m not smoking this whole thing.”

“C’mon, man, just do it.”

“Alright, I’ll smoke more of this if you show me your dick.”  Marco didn’t hesitate.  He pulled down his shorts and boxer shorts and lifted up his shirt for me to see.  It was exactly as I’d imagined.  He had a forest of dark black pubes, but protruding from them was his pipe, thick as all hell and milky white.  It hung pendulous over his heavy nut sack.

“Very, very nice,” I said, staring at his dick.  It was a beautiful piece of meat.  Marco watched me as I put the tip of the pipe to my lips.  I inhaled a hit, and blew it out.

“Very, very nice,” I said again, staring at his cock, and Anthony laughed but still didn’t pull his shorts up.  I handed the pipe to him and he took it.  He looked over me and hit it, shifting on his feet but still standing before me, his shorts still over his thighs.  When he finished his hit he handed the bowl to me, his cock kind of swinging between his legs.  I took the bowl and the look that passed between us was serious.  I realized that the game was seriously on.

“There’s like one hit left in this bowl,” I said.  “You know it’s going to take more for me to finish it up.”  Marco looked down at me, kind of cocky, and gave me a shrug.  He put his hand on his hips.  “I’ll smoke all of this pipe if I can kiss the tip of your dick.”

Marco smiled at me.

“Kiss it?”

“Yeah, I want to give it a kiss.”

“Alright, but you have to hit it first.”  I inhaled the last of the weed and put the pipe on the floor, then I leaned forward toward his cock.  It started to enlarge.  I put my lips against the hot tip of his cockhead and kissed it, then I kissed it again, putting more of the tip between my lips.  His cock was fattening by the second.  I kissed the swelling head of his pipe and brushed my tongue against it, and I kept kissing it, sort of making out/French kissing his cock head.  Soon he had a raging boner.  I pulled off.

“That was more than one kiss,” he said.

“So?”

“So, now you have to do something for me to make up for it.”

“Like what?”

Marco thought for a minute, but clearly his raging cock was doing the thinking.

“You have to let me sit on your face.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, lay down.”

“Okay,” I said, and I laid alongside the couch.  I couldn’t believe the way things were heading.  I never had any suspicion that Marco had even entertained thoughts of getting his ass eaten out.

Marco swung his leg over my head and planted his foot beside my chest in the crack of the couch.  He lowered his hairy ass onto my face and I put out my tongue to meet his hole.  His ass crushed my face, I was glad that he was clean.  Marco was moaning, stroking his huge dick, saying “yeah, yeah, fuck yeah” as he ground his butt hole against my tongue.  His ass was loose and receptive, I put my tongue inside as far as it could go.  My own cock was straining against my shorts in a painful way.  I reached down and made an attempt to free it.

Marco, who was basically leaning over my crotch anyway, saw my predicament and pushed my hand away.  He unbuttoned my shorts and freed my cock, still grinding his ass into my face.  He felt it a little bit, tentatively, then leaned down and kissed and licked it like I had done to his.  I moaned into his asshole.  Marco sat back up then got off of my face.  He was sweating and panting, and so was I.  I stood up next to him and we stroked our cocks beside each other for a little bit, looking at each other.

“I always wanted to try to eat my own cum but once I came I never felt much like eating it,” Marco said to me in sort of a whisper.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“Maybe I could eat your cum and then when I cum you could eat mine.”

“Yeah, that sounds cool,” I said.  Marco crouched down in front of me and took hold of my dick.  He milked it a little until a drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of my dick.  He put his tongue out and lapped at it.

“Oh, man, it tastes fucking good,” he said, and then he opened up his mouth and started smoking my bone.  I’m sure he’d never sucked a dick before, but he was kind of a natural.  He made sure his teeth didn’t get in the way and took it as far down his throat as he could.  It didn’t take long before I was on the brink.

“Alright, Marco, I’m there, I’m gonna cum.”  Marco grunted around my cock, still stroking his hefty meat.  I unloaded into his mouth and he grunted as he swallowed it all.  When I was done he took my cock out of his mouth and licked at it in ecstasy, licking all the cum of my dick.  Who knew, my straight friend was a total cum junkie!

Marco stood up and smiled at me, licking at some jizz that was still on his lips

“Okay, your turn.”  I happily obliged, kneeling down in front of him and licking the pre-come off his cock.  For some reason, it did taste fucking great, I kept licking at his cock head, Icouldn’t get enough of it.  I sucked on his dick for a while but when he got close I took it out.  I wanted to see his cum as I ate it.  I stroked his huge pipe and he unloaded on my tongue.  I savored his load, letting it rest on my tongue as I stood up.  Marco, still in the throws of his orgasm, did not back away as I leaned into him and kissed him, sharing his cum between us.  We French kissed passionately, our tongues lapping at each other, savoring his cum.

I was high as a kite, on weed and Marco’s cum.  Though I was technically off the wagon, I had to admit my powerlessness in the face of Marco’s beautiful cock.  I know it sounds strange, but that’s the story of how casual sex drove me to do drugs.

I remember the apartment, as dirty as it was.  It was actually a house, in a row of houses, in a section of the city that could only be described as the college ghetto.  We had a filthy couch and other disused furniture clogging up the porch.  The screen door was broken, so somebody had torn it off and set it next to the door. The mailbox swung from a rusty nail.

Inside, it had the distinct smell of cigarettes and fried food.  The cigarette smell was from all of us, but the fried food smell was a symptom of Darrin’s eating habits.  He didn’t eat vegetables, and he didn’t know how to cook, so when he ran out of money for take out, he just threw shit into a deep fryer, until the whole place would fill with smoke, and you felt like you were breathing grease.

Yeah, the place was definitely lacking in some areas—the walls had their share of holes, punched in during various drunken rages, and the carpet was a cesspool of cigarette remains and God knows what else; but the place had character.  It wasn’t our first college apartment, but it felt like the first semi-functional and comfortable household we’d been in since we’d came to State University.

As for what happened there…well, let’s just say that the reason the place holds such an exalted place in my mind is largely due to what went on there among me and my friends.  In a lot of ways, 428 College Street changed my life.

***

I had lived in the dorm my first year of college, with Darrin.  I guess we fancied ourselves outcasts in our little suburban hellhole of a hometown we grew up in, which really didn’t change that much after we got to college.

To say our room was small would be to understate the situation.  We had to walk over each other to move around.  Life in the dorms was so bizarre—like some weird youth experiment, an extension of the animal experimentation going on in other parts of the University.  Everyone crammed into these little rooms, in these huge buildings—maximizing your social interaction, but minimizing your privacy.

It was by virtue of the dorm experience that we met Randy.  Darrin and I had been smoking on the huge patio underneath the dorm towers, when this brash guy came up to us and asked for a cigarette.  He was a character.  He talked a lot.  But I warmed up to him, and so did Darrin, and before you knew it we had a new friend.

Randy lived in the dorms, too, and he hated his roommate.

“Computer nerd,” he said.  “He just sits around all day in front of the computer, waiting for me to leave so he can beat off.”  It started out that Randy would just crash on the floor after we’d been drinking.  Then he brought a sleeping bag and pillow, then he just moved in.

That first year was a mess of trying to navigate both school and a whole new social order.  With Randy around, things started to make sense.  Not only did we have a crew, but Randy was a motivator—he made us get out and do things.  We started following the flow of people streaming out of the dorms and looking for parties in the south end of town.  Randy was a treasure in times like that—he was crafty and he was charming.  We’d usually end up getting in and drinking all night without ever paying $3 for a cup.

Darrin was just as indispensable—the monthly allowance his parents gave him meant that we could afford essential things like weed and the occasional drug trip.

Where we didn’t get along fine was meeting other people.  Randy was pretty vocal about wanting to get laid, and I was definitely up for meeting other people, but in all honesty we were pretty clueless.

Darrin, a cute, innocent little Italian skater boy, would have girls just come up to him.  He was so shy and awkward, though, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Girls would get bored, or weirded out, and leave.  It would drive Randy crazy, but he was just as bad as talking to girls as Darrin, albeit in a different way.  Randy would go up to a girl and talk to her, but his play was pretty raw.  He didn’t seem to know the difference between flirting and aggravating, and he usually just ended up pissing them off.

One night, I guess we were all pretty frustrated, because as the party was breaking up Randy shouted, “Any girls want to come home with me?  I eat pussy.”  We got a bunch of stares–some pitying, some hostile, so I figured that meant it was time to go home.  We headed back to the dorms, drunk and frustrated.

Darrin and I crawled into bed, while Randy crashed out in his spot on the floor.  We turned out the lights and Randy started talking about the different girls at the party, entertaining various fantasies that would never happen.

“What about that dark-haired skinny chick with all the piercings on her face?” Randy said.  “I’d let her give me a rim job.”  Darrin and I had a laugh over that.

“Yeah right dude, she wouldn’t go near your nasty ass,” I said.

“My ass isn’t nasty.  It’s cleaner than yours, anyway.” Randy said.

“What, have you been sniffing my underwear again?” I said.

“Fuck you,” Randy said.  There was a moment where nobody said anything, then Randy spoke up again.

“I’d definitely let her give me a hand job.”

“Yeah, I’d let her give me a hand job,” Darrin concurred.

“Me too,” I said.  There was a long silence, the dorm was unusually quiet.  I started getting hard, and I don’t know how I could explain this to you, but I sensed that Randy and Darrin were, too.  There was just a sexual energy in the room.  I laid there, sleep not even an option, staring into the darkness above my bed.  The tension seemed to grow with each breath.

“I am fucking horny,” Randy finally proclaimed.

“Yeah,” Darrin and I said at the same time.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I need to beat off,” said Randy.  I waited for Darrin to say something, but he didn’t.

“Go ahead,” I said, “I don’t give a shit.”  It was an offhand thing to say, I really didn’t expect him to do it.  So I was a little shocked when I heard him sliding off his shorts.

“I’ll try not shoot any cum on your beautiful carpet,” he said.  I could make out Randy’s form pretty well from the lights outside the window.  His erection, which I’d spotted tenting out his boxers before but had never actually seen, was laying against his belly.  It looked thin and lean, and about at throbbingly hard as mine felt.  He licked the palm of his hand, wrapped it around his cock, and started stroking.

As I watched him beat off, my initial feeling of shock faded, becoming something like jealousy.  I desperately wanted to get off too, but something about just doing it in the room with them made me nervous.  How could Randy just do it so nonchalantly?  It actually started to piss me off, and I was going to say something when Darrin spoke up.

“Are you really jerkin off?” Darrin said.  I guessed he couldn’t see.  Randy didn’t respond, just kept pounding away at his prick.

“Dude,” I said to Randy, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m beating off,” Randy said, sounding surprised.  “You said I could.”

“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Well, what the fuck’s the big deal?  You wanna jerk off too, don’t you?  Just do it.  I won’t look, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, then he turned his attention back to his cock.

“Shit,” Darrin said above me.  Then he laughed.  “Might as well,” he said, and I could hear him sliding off his pants.  For a minute I thought everyone around me had gone crazy.  But the more I laid there and listened to them; Randy’s labored breath as he pumped away, Darrin’s little sighs as he stroked his own; the less I tried to fight it.   I wasn’t about to lay there and let them get off while I was just as hard-up as they were.

I slid out from under my sheets and peeled off my underwear.  My cock was hard as a rock, and the moment I let it loose I knew I’d done the right thing.  With one hand I cupped my balls, and with the other I took hold of my hot bone, rubbing the pre-cum around to get it nice and slick.

I glanced over at Randy and noticed that he had slowed down, and was working his prick in long, slow strokes.  Contrary to his earlier comment, he was looking right at me; our eyes met and then he looked straight at my prick.  I knew he was kind of curious about my cock, just like I’d been kind of curious about his, so I held it up for him to see.  My cock’s pretty big.  I could tell it was bigger than Randy’s.

We both went back to stroking our dicks, but now and again I’d catch little glances of Randy jerking off.  He would start with slow, easy strokes, then get himself really worked off to where he was raising his ass off the floor and pounding on it.  Then he’d relax to catch his breath and slow down again.

I’d been close since the moment I’d wrapped my fingers around my prick, but I decided to take it slow just to make it last.  The mattress above me shifted a little, and I could hear Darrin’s moans start to increase, so I figured he was getting close.  Finally, with a great “Uuuuugggghhhh” followed by “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Darrin came.

Randy shot next, raising his ass as far as he could off the floor and pointing his cock straight at his face.  His first shot reached almost up to his neck, the majority of it landing on his chest.  To my amazement, he started rubbing his load into his skin with the palm of his hand, shooting even more on his stomach.  He ran his hand down and slathered his cum all over his chest and nipples, tweaking them as he came down, shakingly, from his orgasm.

That about did it for me, and I cupped my balls tightly as the load pumped out of my cock, shooting thick streams of steaming cum across my chest and stomach.  I felt so turned on I decided to do what Randy did, and I rubbed the cum all over my hairless chest and nipples.  Randy, like he was waiting for me to finish, turned around and tucked his head in the pillow.  Pretty soon I could hear Darrin snoring above me.  I was still wide awake, so I decided to head down to the showers and clean myself up.

I felt a little discombobulated by what had happened.  But thinking about the situation we were in, all cramped in that tiny dorm like caged apes, it seemed even more retarded that we’d spent all that time avoiding the one thing all guys loved to do.  It wasn’t like a secret that all of us enjoyed jerking off.

I realized how sexually frustrated I’d been, stealing wanks here and there in the bathroom stalls.  The idea that we could jerk off around each other and not have hang-ups about it was like a revelation.  In my heart I hoped that this wasn’t going to be just a drunken thing that we’d never talk about again.

The truth was it had actually been kind of thrilling.

I chalked that up to the novelty of the situation, and tried to fall asleep.

The alarm went off at 9 am.  I heard Darrin stirring above me, then he dangled his big feet over the side of the bunk, and slid off onto the floor.  He was still naked, and I glanced at his hairy butt as he rooted around in a pile of clothes.  I heard Randy yawn and looked over to see him stretching his arms over his head.  I sat up and rubbed my eyes.  My head throbbed.

“Shit,” I heard Darrin say, and I looked over at him.  He was facing the wall, looking down at his body.

“What?” I asked, and Darrin turned around.  He had a slim, hairy body.  His thick cock hung heavily from a thatch of black hair.  My eyes widened at the size of it–he’d told me it was big, but I’d always just assumed it was as big as mine.  It seemed like I’d miscalculated, and he had a big Italian whopper of a cock.  In one hand he held a pair of underwear, and with the other he was picking at the dried come stuck in the hairs of his stomach. I looked over at Randy and noticed he was checking Darrin out, too.

“Fucking dried cum all caked up in my hair and shit,” Darrin said.  Randy laughed and sat up.

“Why didn’t you wipe yourself off last night?” I asked.  Darrin shrugged and started putting on his boxer shorts.

“I was tired and I didn’t have anything to use.”

“I took a shower,” I said.

“Seriously?” Darrin said, pulling on the same pair of jeans he’d worn yesterday.  “Shit, I must’ve passed out right after I came.”

“Me too,” Randy said.  “Fuck my head hurts,” he added, standing up.  He was naked, too.  Randy had a little hair on his thick chest, but I couldn’t see any dried cum in it.  I guess it was because he’d rubbed it all into his skin.  I felt weird about watching him do that, so I decided not to mention it.

Randy stood there for a minute in front of the window, stretching his arms above his head.  I checked him out.  It was unusual for us to be so naked around each other.  Of course, nudity was pretty inevitable in the dorms, and we’d gotten dressed in front of each other numerous times.  But I would always turn my head, or we’d try to hide it, doing it quickly while turned toward the wall.

“Did you wanna go to the library and do that thing for Psychology?” he said to Darrin, running his hand through his hair.  He didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable being naked in front of us, like he was giving us ample time to check him out.

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Darrin said, glancing down at Randy’s modest piece.

I figured it was my turn, so I stood up and stretched my arms over my head.  I’m not ashamed of my body at all—I’ve got a nice muscular build, and my cock hangs pretty good when it’s flaccid.

“What are you up to today, Nate?” Randy asked, looking me over.

“I don’t have shit to do except start that existentialism paper,” I said.

“Fuck you dude, I hate having a class on Saturday,” Darrin said, glancing at me.  It was kind of funny, the way we were checking each other out so casually. Randy had a hand under his nuts, scratching himself.  “I gotta go take a piss,” Darrin said, leaving the room.

Randy looked over at me and smirked.

“Who knew Darrin was carryin’ a piece like that?” he said.  I laughed.

“No shit, dude,” I said, grabbing my pants off the floor.  I sat down to put them on.  Randy was staring absently toward me.  He still had a hand under his balls, absently massaging the spot underneath.  If I wasn’t mistaken, his cock seemed to have fattened a little.

“Fuck man, I’m still horny,” he said, looking at me.  I didn’t say anything, and he turned away and started getting dressed.  “You can jack off all day if you want to, you lucky fucker,” he said.

“Yeah…” I said.  I wanted to talk to Randy about everything that had happened, but I didn’t know how to approach it and I didn’t want to risk sounding stupid. Just then, Darrin came back into the room.

“Are you gonna pick up that sack from McConnell?”  Randy asked me.

“Yeah, I’ll bike over there in a couple hours,” I said.  We agreed to meet up after that, and they started out the door.

“See ya,” I said.

“See ya,” Darrin said, stepping out of the door.  Randy turned to me and put his fist in front of his crotch, making a jerking motion.

“Happy cycling,” he said, and shut the door.

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Jerry followed Spat down the sun-baked streets of the college town Jerry had just arrived in that morning.  They were looking for something to eat.  Spat had mentioned that he often found uneaten food in the trash can outside of Arby’s, and he was taking Jerry there.  They were friends now, and they were in this together.

They had met for the first time earlier that afternoon, on one of those crazy narrow college streets packed with row houses and trash.

“Trade you a shot of whiskey for one of those beers,” a voice had called to Jerry from a porch he was passing.  He looked up and Spat was smiling at him, his head shaved and his face dirty, his mouth spread into a vacant, drunk grin.  Jerry smiled back, then walked up the porch and offered one of his Pabst bottles to Spat, who in turn offered him a plastic bottle of whiskey.

They drank each other’s respective alcohol like it was a ritual, and when they introduced themselves to each other Jerry realized he had found a friend, at least for the day, and hopefully for a while.

The porch they were all sitting on belonged to some college kids who weren’t punks at all, but everyone was sharing the whiskey and it was a beautiful afternoon in late spring.

They got kicked off the porch at some point, because one of the girl’s parents were coming over to take her out to dinner. Jerry and Spat ended up in an empty lot up the street, where a blond kid with pale blue eyes was smashing an old refrigerator.  Jerry got in on it, ripping some metal grating off the back until it started to hiss, and they wondered whether the freon was going to poison them, so they threw it in a Dumpster.

They’d smoked some pot in the blond kid’s apartment.  It turned out the reason the blond kid’s eyes were so pale was because he was almost blind.  He sat in the middle of the room and spoke but he never turned around, just stared off in one direction until it started to wig Jerry out.  There was something eerie about it, and Jerry thought about his grandfather, who was senile and sat in a chair all day, staring out the window at nothing at all.  He shook the thought from his head.  The kid was normal enough, anyway.  Maybe it was just the pot that was making him feel weird.

The whiskey was gone and they were somehow back on the street again, just the two of them, Jerry and Spat.  They were hungry, ravenously so, but neither of them had any money, and that was when Spat told him about the Arby’s trash can.

Jerry looked at Spat’s ass as he followed him.  It was a nice ass, plump and thick underneath Spat’s army pants.  He realized he really didn’t know anything about this guy, just that he had a girlfriend somewhere, but that didn’t really mean anything.  Jerry had messed around with plenty of guys who had girlfriends.  Getting off was getting off, and when nobody else was around, who was to know or judge what was what or who did whom?  How did that song go?  If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.

They had reached the trash can and Spat was digging through it, the sun low in the sky and casting the glowing street into an alcoholic haze.  Then, jackpot.  Spat revealed a bag that held two half-eated roast beef sandwiches and a mess of curly friends.

“Still warm,” he said, biting into one.  Jerry was pleased to realize they both ate meat.  So many punks were vegans these days, but it had always been Jerry’s philosophy that beggers can’t be choosers.  Besides, there was something about the fact that Spat was a meat eater that made him even hotter.  He had a devil-may-care attitude that Jerry was really starting to hold on to.

A fat lady passed them, towing a kid on her arm.  She gave Spat a dirty look.

“Fuck you then!” Spat yelled at her, laughing and downing a fingerfull of curly fries.

***

Jerry was still wasted, but Spat was on a mission to get them some more alcohol so they wouldn’t lose their momentum on into the evening.  He knew about a party that was going on in one of the punk houses on Chesterfield Street.

“My girlfriend might be there, but I haven’t seen her around all day,” Spat said.

In the meantime, they walked to an abandoned warehouse just off the boulevard.  The place looked like it had once been a car showroom, or a large auto-repair shop.  The front windows were smashed in and they entered just like that, Spat’s boots crunching into the broken glass as Jerry followed him inside the cool darkness.

“I’ll see if there’s anybody upstairs.  They might have some beer,” Spat said.  They wandered up to the upper floors.  Each one was connected by a ramp, some leading out onto a roof, until they were in a vast, cement floored room that was covered with stuff—trash, clothes, even books.

“Shit, nobody’s here,” Spat said, sounding as sad as Jerry had heard him all day.  Spat plopped down on the floor and stretched out his body.  Jerry sat beside him, listening to the vast silence of the place.  It was crazy, he thought.  Just yesterday he’d been in Baltimore, and now here he was in a completely different city, already with a friend, being in places and doing things he’d never imagined himself doing.  He liked thinking about things like that.  How had he gotten, here, in this abandoned building inPittsburgh, sitting next to this guy?  It all seemed so impossible, surreal, when you thought about it.

“This sucks,” Spat said eventually, going into how he needed to drink and nobody was around.  Jerry was sharing his first desperate moment with Spat, but inside he was beaming, because for the first time since he’d been on the bus, he remembered what was in his boot.

“I’ve got a joint, dude,” he said, holding it out victoriously.  “I totally forgot!”  Spat was ecstatic, and Jerry was the man of the hour.

They found an old lighter on the floor that had about one light left in it, which was enough to get the joint burning and the sweet, dank smoke careening off into space, creating shafts of light from the quickly fading evening sun.  Just before it was all over, Jerry decided to steer the conversation to where he wanted it, which eventually prompted Spat to ask if Jerry had a girlfriend.

“No,” Jerry said.  “I usually go out with dudes.”  This caught Spat’s attention.  He turned to Jerry and looked at him like he’d never seen him before.  Jerry was used to the reaction, and he laughed in Spat’s face.  Spat’s jaw dropped, but he started laughing too, reveling in the sheer insanity of the moment.

“That’s cool, man, that’s cool,” Spat kept saying, still looking at Jerry with a sense of wonder.

“Have you ever messed around with dudes before?” Jerry asked him, fully enjoying his control over the situation.  Spat hesitated, a smile creeping under his mouth, but he didn’t say anything.  Jerry knew what that meant.  Yeah, he’d probably messed around with dudes, but it really wasn’t anything you talked about.  Still, that was all Jerry needed to make a pass.

Jerry stood up, unconsciously making some distance between them.

“I like messing around,” Jerry said to Spat’s upturned face.  “If you feel like it.”  Spat stood up, and Jerry saw the hard-on that was tenting out the front of his pants.

“Yeah dude,” Spat said, moving closer to Jerry, smiling his big, toothy grin.  “I guess I’d be up for somethin like that.”  They leaned in towards each other and kissed.  It was something of a relief for Jerry.  It always was.  You were around a guy and you never knew if he was into other guys or not, and you always ran the risk of getting rejected or getting beat up.  But Jerry was used to taking that risk, and more over he saw the necessity of not pissing around with something that wasn’t going to go anywhere.  Better to get it over with, and if you ruined a budding friendship in the process, well, a friendship wasn’t really what you had in mind, anyway.

But Spat liked having sex with boys and that was a total relief, and that sense of relief was released as they made out more and more intensely, shoving their tongues into each other’s mouths violently, pressing their bodies into each other.

Jerry felt Spat’s buzzed hair, running his hand down to where the nape of his neck met his broad shoulders.  He continued downward, along the small of his back, and finally cupping Spat’s plump ass in his hand.  That was nice.

At some point they fell on the floor, and Jerry ground his skinny body into Spat’s muscular frame, all the while their lips were locked and the musty warehouse was like a church in the fading sunlight of the late summer evening.

Spat took Jerry’s dick out first, which was surprising, Jerry thought.  He was used to doing all the work with bisexual boys. But Spat was experienced, and he blew Jerry very well and had him on the brink of cumming in no time.  What was key was that Spat wasn’t doing it for any other reason but to turn himself on.  Jerry suspected this when he reached down to feel Spat’s crotch and found a wet spot that had soaked right through his army pants.

He took out Spat’s dick, it was fat and dirty, but dirty like a garage, not dirty like a cess pool.  Spat was totally unselfconscious as Jerry worked on his tool, moaning and carrying on like he was in a porno movie, except nothing was forced. Voicing his desire turned him on to even greater heights, so he just let loose, moaning and grinding and forgetting about the rest of the world.

Jerry was pleased to go down on Spat’s fine ass, which had a tight, hairy hole that was relaxed and inviting.  Jerry loved to tongue ass, which seemed good for Spat—he went off even louder, grabbing the back of Jerry’s head and pressing it into his ass, and now he started saying all kinds of dirty things, willing Jerry to eat his hole, to stick his tongue in as far as it could go.

When Jerry found he had two fingers up Spat’s butt and Spat was still on fire, he realized he had a problem.  There was nothing more he wanted then to slide his pole up into Spat’s fat ass, but he didn’t have a rubber.  Or any lube, for that matter.

Spat was on the same page, however, and here’s where he surprised Jerry.

“Go over there, in the corner,” he said, pointing off into a far corner of the wearhouse, where some clothes were piled. “Reggie’s stash.  Under his clothes.”  Jerry walked over to it, his cock leading the way.  Sure enough, under a pile of clothes was a little nest of rubbers.  No lube, though.  Spit was going to have to suffice.

Luckily, it didn’t take much spit—Spat was so ready to get fucked (like a lot of bi guys are—it’s the one thing they don’t readily get from their girlfriends), his ass so receptive, that Jerry only had to slop a little around his dick before he got the whole thing planted inside.  Spat voiced his appreciation, giving every indication that he’d been waiting to get fucked for a while, or perhaps he wanted it this badly all the time.

Jerry obliged, giving it to him in the way only a person who hasn’t had a chance to jerk off for two days (because they’ve been on the bus) will.  He fucked slow and deep, and fast and hard.  Spat would jerk his own dick every once in a while, but he seemed to be so on the brink that he could hardly touch it, so ready was he to come, but so unwilling to end it so soon.

They held out for as long as they could stand, Jerry finally unloading into the condom and Spat pulling himself off seconds afterward, shooting rapid-fire blasts of cum that rocketed heavy drops over his head, and thereafter on his head, face, and chest. Spat rubbed it into his skin as he came down, pinching it into his nipples and even rubbing it into his head.  Jerry liked that a lot.  Just like a punk guy.  So many of the guys he met in other places were grossed out by their cum, they wanted to take a shower right afterward.

Instead, Jerry layed down on Spat’s hot, sticky body and they nearly fell asleep like that.  There was a moment where Jerry really did phase out, and the comfort of being that close to another person made him feel like he was home again.  He thought of his mother, and for some reason he woke up crying.

Spat noticed, but he didn’t say anything mean.  He just pulled him close and held him.  But Jerry felt the dream fading off, and feeling with it, so he wiped his eyes and stood up, ready to get dressed.

It was completely dark in the warehouse now, the shadows taking on shapes of things more dark and sinister.  He couldn’t remember how to get out, so Spat took him by the hand and lead him back onto the street.

The night was warm and the breeze was like a caress.  Everything was better at night, and this night was no different.  Spat and Jerry walked to the party where Spat’s girlfriend would most likely be, but Jerry didn’t really care, at least not yet.  Everything was different.  He was in a new city, and he’d most likely meet new friends, tonight and every other day until he went somewhere else.  For now, the world had a glow, they still had a buzz, and the air was rich with promise and endless possibilities for anyone who’s alive.

The change in my relationship with Allen began innocently enough.  One night, after a party where we’d both had one too many shots of tequila, we found ourselves alone in my room.  Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

Allen pulled out a joint and asked me if I wanted to get high, and of course I did.  Weed was, after all, one of the things that had brought us together, that and any other drug we could get our hands on.  I’d known Allen for about a year, and I’d been high the entire time, pretty much.

So he sparked it up and I watched the flame illuminate his face, noticing his attractiveness in a drunken, vacant way.  He held the fat white joint out to me, giving me a crooked grin.

“I’m horny,” I said, taking the joint between my lips.

“Let’s put on a porno and jack off,” he said, and that was pretty much that.

***

I mean, I don’t know how two friends who are presumably straight go from just being buddies, hanging out and watching the football game, whatever; to greedily stuffing each other’s pricks in their mouth.  But this is what happened.  It helped that neither of us seemed to give a shit if anybody knew or cared.  Who cared?

I was still dating girls, and so was he.  But at least twice a month, there we would find ourselves.  We really got off sixty-nineing, grabbing each other’s sweaty ass as we stuffed cock down our throats.  We would come at the exact same time in each other’s mouths, we would swallow and it would make it that much hotter.  We kissed once.

Then for some reason I began to take an active interest in Allen’s ass.  Seemingly all at once, it became a thing of beauty.  His ass was, like Allen himself, a solid and substantial thing.  Two tight, fleshy, muscular globes, rising from his back, perky and thick.  The feel of his soft white skin, laced with course dark hairs—it was making my mouth water.

One night, and we were really drunk this night, I asked if I could rim him.  Lick his ass, I explained.  He got really turned on by the idea.  So we threw on some towels and crept into his dormitory bathroom at four AM.  The halls were dark and empty.

We went into the shower and started soaping up.  We were both turned on as hell, my fat cock was bobbing in front of me.  Allen’s prick was rigid and pulsating.  I started soaping up my ass and he did the same.  I watched him.  I knelt down in front of him and he bent over.  I rubbed the soap into his ass, then rinsed him off.  I rubbed his pink anus with my fingers, watched it tense up and relax.  Allen was gasping for air.

Then I dove my face into his butt.  His hairy, fat butt—I could feel his ass cheeks against my cheeks.  I tongued his slick and spongy butt hole.  Allen lost control—actually shot his load when my hand brushed against his boner.  I stood up, took my prick into my hand, and shot a load all over his ass.

So, this story is entitled “Four Guys Go Camping,” and that really is what it’s about, even though I haven’t even mentioned it yet.  But they say if you begin and it is not the beginning, begin again.  So here I go.

Allen had planned the trip, and I was driving.  Invited along were my friend Doug, who I’d met in my Philosophy class and seemed like a nice enough guy, if a bit burnt out.  His parents were apparently pretty wealthy, and he was failing out of school but it didn’t really matter.  I’d invited him because he was sort of a hippy type, and he had things like a Hibachi grill and other camping supplies.  He liked to get high, but he never bought any weed.

Which was fine, because Perry, the dude that Allen brought along, was my (and Allen’s) weed dealer.  I really, really liked Perry—from the moment Allen had introduced me to him.  He was 27, several years older than we, and he worked at a bowling alley.  He had a wry sense of humor, a wise and worldly air about him.  One of the most laid-back dudes I had ever met.

Allen and I had had some of our best times with Perry.  He was always a hit at parties, always got the really hot girl by the end of the night, which usually meant we got her friends.  Perry was also kind of burnt out, but he had this way of totally stopping a conversation with some perfectly observed, almost frighteningly accurate remark.  He had such a way about him.  Once, I watched a complete stranger turn on him in fierce anger, trying to gouge out his eye with a corkscrew.  An hour later, she was crying on his shoulder.

So there we were, four young guys in the prime of their life, getting away from it all.  Spring weather had kicked in solidly, and the world was once again colored a deep, ripe green.  The sun beamed down on my station wagon as we pulled off the highway onto the winding back roads, toward our camp site.

I was driving my big brown station wagon, and Allen was lighting up a joint in the passenger seat.  Perry gazed out the window at the sun-dappled forest.

“I could live out in the forest, but then I wouldn’t have any way to make money,” Perry said.  “I could cut down the trees and sell the timber, but then there wouldn’t be any forest.”  Doug had been inhaling, and the smoke came bursting out of him, with what became a rolling thunder of laughter and coughing.

“Smoke this then,” he said, passing Perry the joint.

We threw everything on our backs and hiked two miles up into our camping spot.  It was lush, beautiful, perfectly secluded.  The sun was starting to go down, so we set out to explore our campsite and to gather some wood for a fire.  Soon enough the fire was roaring, the weenies were roasting, the liquor was flowing, and we were well on our way to getting royally fucked up.  I won’t waste much more of your time.

We got to talking about sex.  Doug admitted that he jerked off at least three times a day.  I said he needed a girlfriend.  Then Perry started grilling me with questions about what I’d done with Jill, a friend of his I’d hooked up with a few weeks ago.

“Did she suck your penis?” he asked, and I said “Sure, she did.  Really good head.”

Perry smiled, “Yer fucking right she gives good head.”  I hadn’t known they’d fucked around before, but it didn’t surprise me.  We reminisced.

“Jill was the first girl to toss my salad,” Perry said.  Doug sat up and said, “What?”

“She tossed my salad, ate out my ass, you know.  What a hot little slut she was, just driving her tongue right into my butthole.  I’d always wanted to get rimmed, but had never found a girl to do it.  Come to think of it, after Jill, I never had a girl who did.  Did she lick your ass, mate?” Perry asked me.

“Nope, I’ve never had my ass eaten out.”

“Oh, dude, yer missing out, it’s such a fucking thrill.”  Doug was wide-eyed, staring into the fire.  Perry turned to Allen, who was poking a stick into the flames.

“What about you, dude, ever had your butt eaten out?”  Allen smiled, still staring into the flames.

“You bet,” Allen said, then he turned to me and smiled.  I could have died.

Perry’s mouth was hanging open.

“What’s going on here?” he said.  He looked at Allen, then at me, then back at Allen.  A look of surprise acknowledgement crossed over his face.

“You dudes are fuckin’ around with each other, ain’t ya?”  Perry said, standing up.  Allen kept smiling.  Perry looked at him and broke out into a laugh. “What’s up, dude, you eatin’ your buddy’s ass out?”  he said to me.

I was mortified.  I looked at Doug, who was staring at me in half-horror.

“We were really drunk,” is what I said.

Perry clapped his hands together and hooted.  “Aw, man, I got an ass right here you can eat out all you want!  Fuckin’ A!  Let’s do it!”

Allen spoke up.  “I’ll eat your ass out if he won’t,” he said to Perry.

Doug stood up.  “What the fuck is going on here?  You guys are really going to lick each other’s asses?  That’s fucking nasty!”

“Hey, to each his own,” Perry said, “all I know is, I’m gonna lay back and let one of you feast on my butt while I shoot a load.  Doug, why don’t you let one of these boys have a go at you?”

I watched Doug’s face in the flames.  He seemed so naïve and clueless.  He was drunk.  I gave it a shot.

“I’ll eat out your ass, Doug.”  Perry was ecstatic—“There we go then!  Doug and I will get comfortable, Allen will eat me out and Nick will eat you out, Doug.  C’mon, what do you say?  Nobody’s gonna fuckin’ know, we’re up here in the middle of nowhere.  Who gives a fuck?  I’m fucking horny,” he said, and grabbed his jean-covered crotch to add emphasis.  Doug still looked at me, uncertain.  Perry pulled on his arm and directed him to the tent.

“We’ll be ready in just a few, boys.  Work up your appetites.”

I stood up and walked over to Allen.  His dick was fully hard, tenting out his shorts.  I was completely turned on, I reached into his shorts and started stroking his dick.  We started making out, grinding our crotches together.  The alcohol made my brain swim.

“Alright, boys, we’re all ready,” I heard Perry say from the tent.  Allen and I parted and I followed him through the tent.  I’ll never forget the sight that presented itself when Allen pulled back the tent flap.  There was Perry, his arm around Doug’s back, both of them lying flat on their stomachs.  Their bare asses were propped up by rolled up blankets underneath their crotches.  Perry’s butt was lean and muscular, his butt hole exposed, nearly hairless.

Doug’s ass was covered in downy blond hair, his dank hole still hidden.

Perry twitched around and spread his hairy legs apart.

“All ready for you, boys, why don’t you just dive in?”  Allen kneeled between Perry’s thighs and did just that.  Perry’s reaction was immediate—he bucked against Allen’s face.  He groaned, as he pressed his contorted face into the floor of the tent.  Doug gazed over at him in wonder.

It was my turn.  I took hold of Doug’s ass cheeks and parted them.  His anus was thick and pink, it looked clean and inviting.  I reached down underneath Doug and felt his erection.  It was stubby and hard and wet as a river rock.  I stroked him a little, he closed his eyes and raised up a little to give me better access. I let go of his cock, parted his ass again, and dove in with my tongue.  His ass tasted musky and sweet.

Doug liked it, he really liked it.  He started bucking into my face as Perry was into Allen’s face.  But Perry was the one who was really going nuts, shoving his butt into Allen’s face as Allen ate him out for all he was worth.  I kept at it with Doug, shoving my tongue further and further into his butt hole, sloppily eating him out.  I reached over and started jacking him off in earnest.  It didn’t take long.

“Ohhh,” he let out a weak groan, and his butthole contracted.  His dick let out a couple squirts of jizz in my hand, and I felt his legs go weak.  One down, one to go.

It didn’t take much more for Perry to go.  As Allen pressed his stubbly jaws into Perry’s tight buns, eating his butt like a Ponderosa smorgesbord, Perry let out a shudder and a shake, his seed spilling on the sleeping bags below him.  For at least three minutes it lasted, Perry with his hand on Allen’s head, pushing his face further into his ass, gasping for breath and his cum unloaded.

It was pretty fucking hot.

I could go on.

I knew Scott from my high school, but we’d never really been friends.  He was a couple of years older than me.  After I graduated high school I went to college in the city, and one day during my second semester Scott saw me on the street and we officially met each other.  Over the next couple of years we would see each other around town and say hello.  I was a junior in college when we ended up at a party together.  He had a couple of joints rolled up in his pocket and he and his friends invited me to smoke with them. I had never really talked to Scott at length, but we ended up getting along pretty well.  It was good to talk to someone from my home town, and we enjoyed sharing stories about the people and places we knew.

He told me that he sold weed, and since I was always in the market I made sure to get his phone number before the end of the party.  Soon enough I was going over to his place a lot—he had an apartment in a quieter neighborhood pretty far from campus, and it was always nice to get away from the craziness of my college neighborhood and go chill at his apartment.  He had a nice place, he lived alone.  He still sold me weed on a regular basis, but we’d also chill at his place, drink some beer and smoke up, watch TV, that sort of thing.

We became best friends; we just fell into a natural rhythm of always hanging out with each other.  We had really good conversations—he was more intelligent than most of the friends I had made in college, even though he’d dropped out not far into his first year.  We liked a lot of the same music and stuff like that.  There was another, deeper part of me that enjoyed being with him—not so much an attraction.  He was just really nice, really confident and secure, not the type of guy to jerk you around or anything.

When I’d talked to Scott at the party he’d mentioned having a girlfriend, but a couple weeks later they had broken up.  So Scott was single, and had a lot more time on his hands, and I think he appreciated my company for that.  I’d recently tried dating a girl, but it hadn’t worked out at all, and I was feeling pretty confused about my sexuality.  Still, it didn’t occur to me that I might be attracted to Scott.  He was just a buddy who I got along with really well.

I’d spent the day with some friends.  It was a really nice, hot summer day, and none of us had anything to do, so we all took a drive up to the lake and spent the afternoon swimming in dirty water and lounging in the grass.  After they dropped me off, I called Scott on his cell phone to see what he was up to.  He was out picking up some weed, which was great because I’d smoked all of my stash the day before, and I was really looking forward to spending a relaxing summer evening getting high.  Scott said he’d be back at his place around eight in the evening, and I should come by then.

I cleaned up my apartment a little, ate some dinner, and decided to walk over to Scott’s.  It was a beautiful evening, the sun hanging low in the sky, and I was feeling very mellow from the swimming and the sun earlier in the day.  The walk was long but really enjoyable.  When I got to Scott’s the sun had gone down.

Scott was weighing out the weed on his coffee table, listening to some weird electronic music.  We talked while he finished up the job.  Scott sounded kind of down, and I asked him why.

“I kind of miss her,” he said, referring to his girlfriend.  “I guess I’m just sort of lonely…not to mention horny.”  We rolled up a joint and passed it back and forth.  It was good weed.  I was feeling good all over.

Scott turned on the TV and turned out the lights.  We watched an episode of “Blind Date.”

“Fuck that chick’s hot,” Scott said in reference to one of the women on the show.  It was hot in his apartment.  He took off his shirt, so all he was wearing were a pair of shiny blue basketball shorts.  I was just absently noticing what a good looking guy Scott was.  He had thick, dark hair that stood up straight from his head, and a goatee.  His chest was well built and hairy, he was a really masculine guy.

We hit Scott’s bong during the commercial break, and another episode of “Blind Date” came on.  We watched the beginning of it in silence.

“Fuck I am really horny!” Scott said, turning to me and smiling.

“Me too, dude, me too…”

“I got some porno, want to pop one in?”

“Yeah, you got anything good?”  Scott told me what movies he had as he got up to get it.  I realized I was hornier than I’d initially thought, and they way things seemed to be going were even making me hornier.  Were we going to beat off together?  It looked that way.

Scott stuck the movie in his VCR and sat back on the couch.  I was on the easy chair right next to him.  The movie got started, “Black Anal Cheerleaders.”  It was pretty hot. We didn’t talk much; we just watched the movie and got hornier.  Finally, I noticed Scott started feeling his dick a little through his shorts.  I started to feel my own cock.  Then Scott just stuck his hand down his shorts and started stroking himself, his eyes still glued to the movie.  However, the sight of him in the blue flickering light of the TV, his thick arm down the waistband of his shorts, a serious look on his face, had me much hornier than the movie did.  I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped my pants and slid my hand down my sweaty stomach under the waistband of my tighty-whities.  My cock was rock hard.

Scott looked over at me.

“This is pretty hot, huh?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, looking towards the movie.  Scott was still turned to me.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said, and smiled.  I laughed.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Yeah, dude, let’s beat off,” he said, standing up to pull his shorts down.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his thick cock sprung up from his crotch.  It was big: heavy-looking, thick and fat.  It hung at a ninety degree angle from a thick thatch of public hair. Scott stood there, more or less in front of me, his head turned to watch the movie. He took hold of his cock and stroked it lightly, while I watched him, intently.

He sat back on the couch and smiled at me.

“Your turn,” he said.  He meant it half-jokingly and we both sort of chuckled, but in another way it was completely serious.  I stood up and pulled my shorts down, trying to act nonchalant.  My cock was rock hard at this point, and Scott was staring straight at it.

“Fuck, you got a big dick,” he said.

“No way. Yours is way bigger.”

“Want to compare?” he said.  Again, it was a half-serious joke.  I sat back in the chair and stroked some more, trying to keep my eyes on the movie.  Scott was still glancing at my dick.

“Seriously, have you ever measured it?”

“No,” I said, completely lying.

“It’s gotta be like eight inches…here, stand up,” he said, getting up from the couch.  I got up and we stood in front of each other, examining each other’s cocks.  “Mine’s eight inches.”

“Yeah, but it’s really thick,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“Like mine stands up really hard, but yours is so heavy it hangs over your balls,” I said.

“It is fucking heavy,” Scott said, holding his thick slab of prick in his palm and heaving it up.

“Really?” I said, and I reached my hand out to feel it.  “Yeah, dude, it’s really fucking thick,” I said, lifting it up and down.

“Keep doing that and you’ll make it even thicker,” Scott said, so I didn’t take my hand away.  I felt around his cock, I started stroking it a little.  I raised it up and stroked the whole length of it.  I reached under his balls and hefted them up, cupping his whole package in my hand.  Scott watched as I felt his cock.  I kept stroking him, and by now he was as hard as he was going to get.  He put his hand on my shoulder to brace himself.

“Fuck that feels good,” he said.  He started his rocking his hips a little with my strokes.  The feel of his cock in my hand was turning me on to no end.  I started feeling up his body with my other hand, running it along hairy chest and stomach.  Scott was getting more and more into it, and I thought he was going to come.  But with his hand on my shoulder he started pushing me down.  I knelt down in front of him and moved closer to his dick.  He had his hand on the back of my head, urging me toward him.

When I took the head of his prick in my mouth, I thought Scott was going to collapse, his legs got so weak.  I sucked on the end of his knob, licking the pre-cum off the slit.  I could hardly believe that I had my good buddy’s cock in my mouth, but it was turning me on so much I didn’t think about it too much.  The taste and smell of it was incredible.  I slid my lips down his tool, taking as much of it into my throat as I could.  Scott moaned.  I was sucking his cock, sucking him off.

Scott sort of fell back on the couch and I followed him.  I got in between his hairy thighs.  I lifted his cock up and tongued his balls, then ran my tongue up and down his thick shaft.  I started sucking his cock in earnest, anticipating him cumming in my mouth, really wanting to taste his thick cum and swallow it.

Scott was moaning, just totally going off and enjoying it.  He pushed on the back of my head, fucking my mouth.  A couple of times he said stuff like, “Oh yeah, suck my cock,” which really fucking turned me on.  I could feel him getting closer and closer, his thick cock sliding really fast in and out of my mouth.  I wanted to suck the cum right out of him and drink it down, all hot and thick.  I grabbed his balls and pulled on them, and Scott let loose and started cumming.  I felt the first jet hit the back of my throat, and then the rest of his cum filled my mouth.  Scott was groaning, panting, holding my head impaled on his prick.  I swallowed it all; I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on.

I stood up.  My cock was rock hard and slick with pre-cum and I started stroking it.

“Shoot it on me,” Scott said, and it didn’t take me but five seconds before I did just that.  I shot ropes of hot cum all over his hairy, sweaty chest; and he started rubbing it into his chest, tweaking his fat nipples.  I was so turned on, I leaned down and started licking the cum and sweat off of his body.

When we were finished he went and jumped in the shower.  I turned off the porno; “Blind Date” was still on.  I watched it while I came down.  Scott came out from the shower wearing a different pair of basketball shorts.

“Whew, fuck, that was nice,” he said.

“Dude, pack up your bong.”

“Oh hell yeah,” he said.  “We have definitely got to do that again sometime,” he said, and I totally agreed.  We talked about it some more, pretty openly.  I was glad things didn’t seem tense or strange between us.

“I really got off on you sucking my cock,” he said.

“I really got off on sucking your cock.”  Such was the beginning of a strange and beautiful relationship that changed my life forever.

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I was basically fucked.  My landlord had kicked me out for having a party, a month before I was to move into my new apartment.  I wouldn’t have had a place to stay for all of August, but a friend offered to put me up after his current roommate moved out.

That left me homeless for the first week of August.  In desperation I called my parents up to see if I could stay with them.  As it turned out, they were going to the beach on vacation for the week, and didn’t mind at all if I stayed at the house.

As I left the city with most of my belongings piled in the back of my car, I started to relish the idea of spending the week in the country, alone in my parent’s house.  I had a big bag of some good weed, and some good books to pass the time.  I’d figured I’d be shit out of luck as far as getting some dick was concerned; little did I know…

I got to my house pretty late, my mom had left a key in the mailbox.  She’d made me some food that I ate eagerly, as I hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. They had made up a bed for me and left a note telling me to feed the cats and have a good time.  I took a shower and passed out.

The next day I decided to walk to one of my old spots from high school and smoke one of the fat joints I had rolled.  The spot is a large, shelf-like rock that sits right over the edge of a cliff.  The cliff overlooks a valley with railroad tracks, and the view of the green, rolling hills beyond is beautiful.  As I lit up the joint a train came in, its mournful siren floating through the woods.  I puffed and watched it roll slowly down the tracks.  Then, somewhat suddenly, it screeched to a halt, and stayed stopped.  I decided to walk down into the valley and see if I could see what was going on.

I walked along the brown, rusted cars until I heard some men on the other side.  I peered in between two cars and glimpsed a man throwing some rocks into one of the empty freight cars.  He was talking and laughing to his friend.  He noticed me watching him and I waved to him.

“How ya doin’?” he asked.

“Just fine.  How are you?”

“Couldn’t be better,” he said, and smiled.  I now had a chance to appreciate what a good-looking guy he was.  He was a bigger dude, with short blond hair and a blond goatee.  His body was thick and cut under his t-shirt, and his smile was friendly and manly.  I climbed between the railroad cars to meet him.

“Hi, I’m Nick.”

“Charlie,” he said.  ”Nice to meet ‘ya.”  He held out his thick hand and gave me a firm handshake.  ”This here’s Ernest,” he said, pointing to his cohort, a skinny man in thick dark glasses.

“Howdy,” Ernest said, and I returned the greeting.  I turned back to Charlie.

“So why is the train stopped?”

“These trains are so old and out of date, they break down all the time.  Usually in the middle of nowhere, like this.  We’re waiting for a crew to come out and fix it, and hopefully take us home.  For the time being, though, we just have to wait.”

“Oh, that sucks.  So you guys are just basically stuck out here, for the time being?”

“Looks that way,” Ernest said.

“Hey, you got a cigarette?”  Charlie asked me.

“No tobacco cigarettes.”  I slyly said. Charlie took the hint.

“You wanna go for a walk?” he asked me.

“Sure,” I said.

Charlie called out to Ernest, who was looking at the engine:

“Hey buddy, I’m gonna go take a walk for a second, okay?”  Ernest hollered an affirmation.

“Do you live far from here?” Charlie asked as we walked up the road and out of the valley.

“No, not at all,” I said.

“Well, maybe we ought to go back to your place to smoke that thing, whaddya say?”

“Sounds great.”  We walked back to my house and made idle conversation.  I started liking him more.  He was exactly the kind of guy I was attracted to–confident and manly; laid back, but no slouch.  He was working on the railroad because he made good money at it, and he enjoyed driving the trains, through the deep back woods of towns like mine.  I couldn’t help getting infatuated with his smile, which he displayed easily and often.  His face was handsome, and sincere.  I got the sense that he knew I was interested in him, and didn’t really mind it at all.

We got back to my house.  I offered him a glass of iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen table.  I took out the joint and lit it up, Charlie smiled in anticipation.  As it passed between us I noticed him looking at me curiously, smiling.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” I said, being a little coy.

“I got a feeling about you,” he said, sucking smoke in.

“Oh yeah?” I said, “What’s that?”

“I think you kind of like me,” he said with a grin.

“Is that so…” I said, starting to get excited by the situation.  I played it cool.

“So…do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.  Charlie laughed and took the joint from my hand.

“Yeah, I have a girlfriend back at home.  Beautiful girl, but such a bitch.  She hasn’t put out for me in over a month.”

“Oh, man, you must be really horny,” I said.

“You know it, man,” he said, and smiled at me.

“What is it?” I asked again, still playing coy.

“Why don’t you come over here?” Charlie asked.

I thought he’d never ask.  My heart pumping with sexual excitement, I got up from my chair and walked in front of him.  He spread his legs a little and I stood inside them, looking down at his crotch.  Already I could see his tube fattening underneath his blue jeans.  He watched as I pressed my palm into his crotch, feeling the thickness of his cock.

“Yeah, man, that’s it,” he said.  He unbuttoned his jeans and took his fat cock out.  It was huge, long, thick and beautiful.  Without hesitation I knelt down and slid it into my mouth, tasting its warm slickness.  In an instant Charlie was rock hard and gasping as I slid his hot hog down my throat.  I guess he was too close, because he suddenly took my head in his hand and slid me off his prick.  I grabbed on the base of his cock and stared at it.  The head glistened like a pink pearl.

Charlie looked at me with lust in his eyes.  ”I wanna see you,” he said.  I stood up and he slid my shorts down.  My thick, young cock bounced out.  Charlie seemed to be enthralled.  He grasped the base of my dick in his hand and stared at it, pulling me closer to his face.  He engulfed it into his warm mouth, wrapping his wet lips around his teeth and slathering the underside with his thick tongue.  I didn’t know if he had ever done this before, and I didn’t care.  This was real sex, primal and instinctual.

I couldn’t have held on if I’d tried.  I unloaded into his mouth, shooting thick jets of cum down his throat.  Charlie licked and gulped as I spasmed, drinking down the first few jets of my hot load.  When I finished he pulled off my cock and looked up to me.  He stood up and we started kissing, wrestling each other’s hot tongues in our mouths, tasting my cum.  This was unbelievable, and my cock began rising up again.

I reached down and felt up his pulsing hog.

“I wanna fuck you,” he said, and as soon as the words left his mouth I realized I wanted it too.  I tightly grasped the head of his cock and he moaned, leaning in towards me and again sucking my lips into his.  As we made out I started bringing my legs up against his thick, meaty thighs.  He got the message and pulled me onto him, resting the blunt tip of his hot cock on my warm anus.  I pulsed it a few times, kissing his dick with my rosebud.  He was going crazy.  We pulled his shirt off and I felt up his thickly muscled chest, sucked his chubby nipples.  Precum was leaking out of his cock like a geyser, slickening my asshole.  I was ready.  I rested my ass onto his dick and felt it stretching me.

Charlie held his breath in anticipation, holding my thighs tight.  The head popped in, and I gasped in pain and excitement.  Charlie was nearly crying, and I felt the point of no return pass as more and more of his fat cock slid into my hot chute.  Soon I felt no pain.

“God, fuck me,” I said, and Charlie groaned his approval.  He slowly slid out of me, then pierced back in.  It felt incredible.

He laid me down on the table and rested his sweaty, manly body onto mine.  My cock was hard as a rock, rubbing against his chest and stomach.  He held up my ankles and we got into a tight rhythm, grunting and thrusting like an animals.  I felt my cock begin to explode.

“I’m cumming,” I managed to say, and when I said this Charlie began to loose it as well.  He looked into my eyes with a look of intense pain and pleasure, and his thick prick began pulsing into my ass.  My cock pulsed and shot on its own, drenching us with cum.  Charlie held on to me tightly, his cock buried in my ass, as deep as it could go, panting and gasping as he came.

As our orgasms subsided, Charlie lifted off of me a little and again began kissing me, this time less urgently, lovingly.  Our fuck had lasted less than ten minutes, but what an intense ten minutes it had been.  As we cleaned up we couldn’t help smiling at each other with the glow of our sexual release.  Charlie grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, running his thick hand up my chest.

“Man, I could go for another piece of you again right now.”  He wasn’t lying.  I could feel his package swelling against my ass.  But I pulled away.

“You need to get back to your train.”

“Yep, suppose I do,” he said with reluctance.

“Let me give you my phone number,” I said.  I wrote it down and handed it to him.  ”I’ll only be here for the rest of the week,” I said.

“Then I’ll call you tonight, after work,” Charlie said in his deep voice, and took my number.  I saw him to the door.

“See you tonight,” he said, and I watched his thick ass as he left, already dreaming up our next encounter and wondering what the hell I’d done to have such good luck.

Part One

A couple of years ago I had the hottest sexual experience of my life while on a camping trip with my brother and his friend Tony.  I’m a young gay man, and I’ve been having sex since I was fifteen.  Though I used to be quite a horny fucker and had my fair share of one-night stands, (not to mention quite a few one-half-hour stands) now that I’ve matured a bit (I’m twenty-three) I’ve learned to appreciate quality over quantity.  Tony was definitely high quality, the best sex I’ve ever had.

My older brother was a sophomore in college at the time, living in the dorms. He’s a pretty good-looking guy, not that I would ever think of him in “that way.” Oh, hell, I admit I’ve gotten some kicks checking out his bod, and if someone held a gun up to my head and made me have sex with somebody in my family, I’d pick him.  We’re pretty close, even though he’s an asshole sometimes and we’ve had our fair share of fights.

Now let’s get the obligatory description of myself out of the way.  I was a junior in high school at the time, perpetually horny and over-sexed.  It was my fifth year on the wrestling team, so my body was smooth and firm, fresh young skin stretched taught around developing muscles.  I had (and still have) a boyish face, with full lips and a strong jaw; my hair was a relatively short mess of tousled brown hair.  Below a soft sprouting of downy pubic hair, my thick and clean cock propped atop a pair of plump, hairless balls. I had developed into a pretty good-looking kid by that time, if I do say so myself.  My most proud asset, though, is my fleshy and substantial ass.  The thickness and fullness of it rounds out whatever jeans or pants I wear.  I like to wear tight t-shirts that fit snugly around my waist, my ass protruding like a dome from my tight and toned stomach and back.

We had planned this fall camping trip in the summer when we had gone on a family beach vacation. My parents let me skip school that Friday to get an early start on the weekend.  I had been eating a Toaster Strudel at the kitchen table early that morning when I heard his car pull into the drive.  I was surprised to hear two car doors slam instead of one.  My brother opened the door to the kitchen and smiled at me.

“Yo, what up, bro?”  He was dressed in the requisite camping gear, flannel shirt, jeans and boots.  I got up and gave him a hug, then craned to see who was standing behind him.  I caught an eyeful of one of the finest specimens of male flesh I had ever seen.  He seemed to be Italian and had a boyish, angular face set off by a long nose, with heavy, arched eyebrows and eyes that were slightly squinted.  Totally handsome and hot face.  His thick, straight black hair was cut short on the sides and stood up high in the front.  He was kind of short, and like my brother was wearing the standard flannel shirt and jeans, his muscular chest and thick legs filled out his clothes, a very masculine and hot body.  I tried to catch my breath.  My brother gestured to him.

“This is Tony, Mike.  Mike, Tony.”  Tony smiled at me, his cute face turning up into a sly, slightly devilish grin, and held out his average-sized, manly hand.

“How you doin’?” he asked me in a sexy, low voice that bore a slight Brooklyn accent.  My heart caught in my throat, I thought I might go speechless.  I managed to shake his sexy hand and mumbled, “Hey, nice to meet you.” My brother set down some camping gear on the counter and turned to me.

“Tony lives on my floor in the dorms.  He wasn’t doing anything this weekend, so I invited him to come along with us.  Is that cool?” he asked me.  Was that cool?   My brother didn’t have a fucking clue.

“Yeah, that’s cool,” I said in my best benign voice.  Already my mind was racing with all kinds of dirty thoughts and cheap camping fantasies.

“Cool,” my brother repeated, then reached over to muss up my hair.  I pushed into him playfully.  ”Man, we’re gonna have some fun on this trip, hell’s yeah!  I gotta go take a piss.”  With that he climbed the steps and I was left alone with Tony.  He broke the ice by asking me about school and we got into a conversation about wrestling, which he had also done in high school.  He seemed like a really nice guy.  I had a good feeling about the trip.

We got all our shit together and went on our way, three young guys in their prime of life getting away from it all to have a good time.  There was a definite good vibe about the trip, and we talked nonstop all the way down.  In fact, I found I had a lot in common with Tony.  He was such a genuinely nice and likeable guy, and he never talked down to me or treated me like I was stupid because I was younger.  Not like my brother did, sometimes.  It took us maybe three hours to get up in the mountains, far back from civilization in the wilderness.  We found a camping spot near some large rocks in a clearing, and set up camp.  Afterwards, we decided to hike along the creek and scope out the territory.  We climbed up some pretty high rocks and reached a ledge that had a breathtaking view of the valley.  We decided to rest there and eat lunch.

The afternoon sun and the hike had made all of us a little hot, so we took off our shirts and sat on them to eat.  This gave me the chance to check out Tony’s body a little more, and to my delight it was twice as nice as it had appeared to be under his shirt.  He was wearing a gray athletic t-shirt that tightly hugged his biceps and showed off his thick chest and pecs, as well as a flat stomach.  I took off my shirt as well, and noticed Tony casually watching me.  We smiled at each other.

After lunch Tony surprised me by pulling a joint out of his pocket and asking if anybody wanted to get high.  I noticed my brother looking towards me for my reaction.  I had suspected that my brother smoked weed, being that I’d found a small pipe in his dorm room when I visited him one weekend.  I’d asked him about it and he’d denied it was his.  Maybe it had been Tony’s, I thought.  I was curious to try pot, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Sure.”  My brother patted me on the back while Tony fished in his bag for a lighter.  ”Getting high with my little bro, who would have thunk it?  Have you ever smoked before?”

“No,” I admitted.

“Alright!  A virgin!” my brother exclaimed.  Tony laughed to himself and smiled that gorgeous smile.  Tony found the lighter.  He put the joint between his lips and raised the flame to it.  He puffed a few times; staring down at it, then inhaled a large amount of smoke.  The joint crackled and burned.  He took it from his lips, and exhaled a cloud of thick, sweet-smelling smoke.  That sexy smile again.

He passed it to my brother who took a hit, then passed it over to me.  With my brother and Tony looking on, I put the joint to my lips and puffed it a couple of times.  I inhaled and the smoke hit my lungs sharply.  I pulled the joint away and coughed harshly, prompting the two to laugh.  This time Tony slapped me on the back and I fell into him slightly, half coughing, half laughing.  As the joint went around I got better at relaxing and letting the smoke further into my lungs, and by my last puff I didn’t cough at all.

By the time we got all out shit together to continue on our hike I was starting to feel the effect of the drug, the forest looked radiant and lushly green.  My brother had started off down the path but Tony was in front of me, struggling with his backpack.

“Hey, buddy,” he said to me, “d’ya think you could help me with this thing?”  He was having trouble getting his arm through the strap on his back, so I held in out for him as he guided his manly arm into it.  My hand brushed against his warm, muscular shoulder.  He turned to me.

“Thanks, sexy,” he said in that low, mischievous voice.  He looked into my eyes and smiled, and I definitely felt something being communicated.  Was my brother’s hunky friend coming on to me?  It couldn’t be.  Maybe the weed was making me delusional.  He set off down the trail and I stared at his thick back and tight ass.

The rest of the hike was like a dream; we all just took our time and enjoyed the scenery.  When we got back to the camp we gathered up sticks and built a fire, then settled down around it as the night fell.  We cooked dinner over the fire and had a couple beers, telling stories and bullshitting.  I felt very happy to be enjoying this camping trip with my brother and his very cool friend.  We were all exhausted, so we turned in and I fell asleep immediately.

The next day was also a lot of fun.  We set out early to a deep part in the creek where my brother knew we could catch some fish.  We fished all morning and afternoon then returned to the camp to cook up our catch for dinner.  My brother set to gutting and cleaning them up, and Tony and I decided to head out and gather some more wood for the fire.  We ended up walking a good way’s away from our camp near along the bank of the creek.  Tony stopped and looked out across the stream, stretching his arms above his head and taking a deep breath.

“Sure is beautiful out here, uh?”

“Yeah,” I concurred.  ”I feel so relaxed out here, with nothing else around.”  Tony agreed, and then turned to look at me.

“You wanna get high?” he asked, giving me that devilish grin.  Looking into his incredibly cute face, I couldn’t say no.  Besides, it was the first time we had really ever been alone together since we’d arrived, I felt like it might be leading somewhere.

“Okay,” I said, nodding at him and smiling.

“Cool,” he said, sitting down on the bank of the stream and taking out his weed.  I sat down beside him, close enough that our thighs were touching.  Tony didn’t move away, just kept to breaking up his weed.  He rolled up the joint, licked it, then put it to his lips and lit it.  He exhaled his hit and passed it to me.

“Your brother’s pretty cool, man, a real nice dude,” he said as I drew in the smoke.  I exhaled it, no coughing this time, either.

“Thanks,” I said stupidly, not knowing what else to say.  ”You’re pretty cool yourself.”  He smiled at me and my heart flip-flopped.  We passed the joint back and forth silently for a couple of minutes, thick with sexual tension.  Our fingers were starting to entwine as we passed it, starting to feel the high creep up on us.  The more we smoked the closer our bodies were touching, I could feel our arms and legs touching and it was driving me crazy.  Finally, he broke the silence.

“You wanna do a shotgun?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It saves smoke.  I’ll take a hit and then I’ll pass the hit to you.”

“Okay,” I said, not really knowing what he was talking about.  He took in a huge hit and held it for a minute.  Then he looked at me, smiling, and pulled my head to his.  He gently held his lips to mine and exhaled.  I took the cue and opened my lips against his, breathing in his smoke.  When he was done we pulled away from each other, I held it for a minute and then exhaled, blue smoke floating off into the air.

“Now you do it for me.”  My heart was beating like crazy, crazy with sexual desire for my brother’s studly friend.  I took a hit off the joint and held it for a minute.  We looked at each other, and then moved in towards each other.  We pressed our lips together, a little more urgently this time, and I felt his soft lips start to move against mine as I exhaled the smoke into his lungs.  I lost it.  I sucked on his lips and he sucked harder, our tongues met and before you know it we were lost in a hot French kiss.  I finished exhaling and pulled back to catch my breath.  He exhaled the smoke into the air and turned back to look at me.  There was no denying it now.  We moved towards each other and started making out, electricity passing between us.  I was lost in the moment, my body surging with excitement and desire. We pressed our bodies closer together putting our arms around each other and devouring each other’s mouths.  I moved my hand down his thick muscular back and grabbed onto his ass.  He moaned and shoved his crotch into mine; I could feel his hard-on grind against mine.  He kissed down my face and sucked on my neck, pulling up my shirt.  His thick hands moved up my smooth body, grabbing my pecs and tweaking my nipples.  It felt incredible.  He moved his face to my chest and started licking and sucking at my pecs and nipples.  I thought I might cum just from the excitement of it.  He came back up and we continued to make out, hands running everywhere trying to devour each other.  We ground our cocks into each other, feeling the heat.  My cock was wet with pre-cum and hard as a fucking rock, feeling his thick sausage press into it.  I had to taste him.

I reached for the bottom of his tucked-in shirt and ripped it out from his pants.  I moved down his body and licked his hard, flat stomach, making my way up to his thick and sculpted chest.  His chest had a small amount of hair on it, surrounding fat, quarter-size nipples.  I took them into my mouth and sucked hard.  He moaned and ran his hand through my hair, down my back towards my ass.  I licked and grabbed at his muscular chest, then slid down his body towards the top of his jeans. Tentatively at first, I moved my hand toward the bulging crotch of his jeans, and then I pressed my hand into it.  Tony gasped and moaned.  I could feel its hard thickness, poking upwards towards the top of his jeans; I rubbed my hand down its length.  It seemed huge and ridiculously thick.  I unbuttoned the top of his jeans while he looked down at me in anticipation.  His treasure trail ran down his tanned, tight stomach into a pair of tight gray underwear, a wet spot forming near where the large head of his cock rested.  I took his jeans all the way off and rested in between his hot, hairy thighs.  I couldn’t believe it, this gorgeous stud was mine to devour.  I moved my face up to his underwear and felt the heat of his crotch, running my nose and lips over his balls and up along his shaft.  I peeled the underwear back to reveal the thickest piece of man-meat I had ever seen.  It was fat and smooth and uncut, his cockhead poking out of his thick foreskin, dripping with precum.  I slid his underwear off and got a better look at him.  His crotch was pretty hairy, with sexy, man-sized balls hanging below his thick pipe.  Tony looked at me.

“C’mon, buddy, do it,” he said.  I didn’t need any further encouragement.  I reached down and hefted his meat up, then put my finger up to the head and spread his precum around it.  Tony moaned.  I slid my hand down the length of his cock, pulling the foreskin back from the head and making him moan again.  I leaned down and licked the precum from the head of his cock.  Then I put my mouth around the head and slid his hot cock in my mouth and down my throat, massaging the underside with my tongue.  Tony gasped and his legs shuddered in excitement.  I devoured his meat, sucking it down to the root into the back of my throat.  I could feel it pulse and become even harder.  I took it out and ran my tongue thickly up its length, sliding my hands up Tony’s thighs and onto his stomach.  I toyed with his foreskin, putting my tongue under it and running it across his sensitive cock head.  I had never seen an uncut cock before, let alone gotten this close to one.  This guy couldn’t be for real.

I ran my hands down his back and on his ass, raising it up and pushing more of his hot piece past my full lips and down my throat.  I sucked his cock for all that it was worth, and felt him getting more and more excited.  I reached down and grabbed his balls, lifting them up and rubbing underneath them.  There was no going back now.  He started to tense up and whispered in that hot voice, thick with sexual excitement, “I’m gonna cum.”  I continued slurping his fat cock in my mouth, hungry for his load.  Grunting and gasping, he his cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth.  Tony looked down at me eating his cock, lost in total lust.  I felt thick ropes of cream begin shooting out.  I swallowed it all greedily, my lips wrapped tightly around his fat hog.  Tony fell back onto the grass and closed his eyes, coming back down to earth.  I slid his cock out of my mouth, milking it with my fist and swiping the last drops of his cum off the tip with my tongue.  Tony breathed deeply and leaned up towards me.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”  He pulled my head to his and we started making out again, him tasting his own cum from my mouth.  I was, of course, rock hard at this point and leaking pre-cum like crazy.  Tony wasted no time in pulling off my jeans and underwear.  He threw them off into the grass and climbed in between my thighs, drinking in the sight of my exposed cock and balls.  He gave my sizeable hard on a few hard strokes, leaned down and started licking at my balls.  He licked up my balls along my cock, I gasped at the sensation.  I reached down and ran my hands through his thick hair.  He looked up at me and smiled that Joker-ish grin, stroking my cock, and then opened his mouth and ran it down my shaft.  His hands massaged my thighs, reaching underneath and grabbing my thick ass cheeks.  He reached his thick fingers into the crack of my ass while pistoning my cock down his throat, moving his fingers toward my sensitive asshole.  He rubbed his thumb across my tight hole, making me gasp and jerk upward, shoving more of my prick down his velvety throat.  He licked down my balls again then lifted them up, licking below them.  He raised my legs up off the ground and moved his tongue further down towards my hot pucker.  I breathed heavily in anticipation.  His hot tongue finally found my asshole and swabbed across it, licking it wetly.  I gasped and felt my cock jerk in his hand.

He stroked my cock with his hand as he continued to probe my ass with his tongue, working it into my hole.  I relaxed it and his tongue slid in some more, I heard and felt him moan as he ate out my ass.  He pushed his hot tongue into my slick asshole and I couldn’t take it anymore.  With no warning I started to shoot my load out of his pistoning hand.  He came up from under me and immediately went down on my cock, swallowing it to the root and drinking my entire copious load.  I nearly passed out, entered another dimension.  It was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.  As I started to calm down Tony licked the last drops of cum off my deflating cock, moaned sexily and laid his hot body on top of me.

“Well, this is kind of a surprise,” I offered.  We laughed and made out a little bit more.

“We’d better get back to your brother, eh?”  Tony said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet he’s wondering where we are.” Reluctantly, we got up and started putting our pants back on.  We watched each other the whole time, him smiling that incredibly sexy smile at me.  When we were all dressed and composed, he walked toward me and pulled my body towards him.

“I can’t believe what a hot little fucker you are, we’re gonna have some fun on this trip.”

“What about my brother?” I wondered.

“We’ll just have to be careful.  We can wait till he’s sleeping tonight then go take a walk.”  My heart beat faster.  I sure as hell was going to have a fun time on this trip.  We started making out again and soon our cocks were hard and throbbing for each other again.

“Oh, man, I can’t stand it.  I want you so bad,” Tony said.  I broke away from him and tried to regain my composure.

“We better take it easy, we gotta get back to camp,” I said.

“Yeah, we better.”  We started gathering up wood, bumping into each other and grabbing each other every chance we got.  When we got back to camp my brother was all finished and was stoking the fire.

“What the hell took you fuckers so long?  This fire’s about to die out!  What were you two doin’ out there, pulling your puds?”

Little did he know…

Part Two

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed without incident.  Tony and I were trying our best to act like everything was perfectly innocent in front of my brother, but we were both giddy and a little goofy from the intense sex we had had earlier, and it must have shown.  At one point Tony had finished roasting some of the marshmallows we had brought along with us and handed one to me.  It started to fall apart so I just leaned down and ate it right out of his hand.  Even licked his finger a little bit.  My brother was watching us, curiously.  I don’t know if he suspected anything.  It was pretty hot, actually, knowing what we had just done and what we’d hopefully continue practically right in front of my mostly oblivious brother.

Night fell, and we all stood around the fire, drinking beer and shooting the shit.  At one point my brother went into the tent to look for something, and Tony took the opportunity to fool around a bit.  He wrapped his hand around my tight midsection and pulled me against him.  He ground his crotch into my fleshy ass and ran his sexy hand up underneath my shirt, rubbing my smooth chest.  I pressed my ass back against him, feeling his cock start to inflate against my deep ass cleft.  I barely suppressed a moan, instantly springing a boner.  I practically had a case of blue balls at that point, from being near Tony all that evening and not being able to just devour him, lick that entire hot body from head to toe.  I drew away from him for fear of my brother catching us.  When he did come out of the tent I had to sit by the fire to hide my erection.  Tony cleared his throat to relieve the tension then turned to my brother.

“So, man, how are things going with that chick Trisha?” he asked.  Trisha?  Did my brother have a girlfriend?  It was certainly news to me.

“Pretty good,” my brother said, smiling sheepishly.

“You fucked her yet?” Tony said boldly.

“Why the fuck’re you asking me that for?” my brother said, half-laughing, but I knew he was half-serious also.  My brother had always been pretty private about his girlfriends.  He had had several in high school but never brought them around our family or even talked about them all that much.  I sort of assumed that my brother was getting laid, but he never talked about it so it wasn’t something I even really thought about that much.

“C’mon,” Tony goaded him, “what’s the big deal?  Did you fuck her yet or not?”  They laughed with each other.  For an instant my brother somewhat nervously glanced over at me, looking for my reaction.  I grinned back at him.

“Yeah,” my brother said modestly, looking down into the fire, “I fucked her a couple of times.”

“Fuck yeah!” encouraged Tony, holding up his can of Pabst and taking a swill.  I watched him swallow it, the thick muscles on his neck contracting.

“So how was it?”  Tony continued.  I could tell this kind of talk was making my brother uncomfortable.

“Pssshew,” he exhaled through his teeth; smiling at Tony like he couldn’t believe how forward he was being.  He glanced at me again, and I wondered if it was me who was making him uncomfortable.  He hadn’t ever told me he was a pot smoker after all, so maybe he was less open around me than he was around is friends.  He laughed and it seemed to lighten the tension.  Tony laughed too.

“She’s fuckin’ hot, dude,” Tony said.  Even the way he said that made my cock swell a little.  My brother seemed to relax a bit.

“Yeah, she’s definitely hot,” he said.

“She suck your cock?” Tony asked.

“Fuck yeah man,” my brother said, seeming to have become comfortable with my presence.  ”All the time.  She’s fuckin’ good, too,” he added, nodding.  Tony nodded back, looking into his eyes and smiling.

“I even got a little back door action the other night,” my brother said.  Tony laughed.

“No shit, man!  Good for you!”  They both laughed and took a swig of their beers.  I followed suit, feeling the cold beer run down my throat and the warm feeling as the alcohol relaxed my body.

“So whatever happened to that Carrie?” my brother asked Tony.  Now this was interesting.  I couldn’t help but look to Tony with a curious, knowing smirk on my face.  This time it was Tony who looked caught in the headlights.

“Fuckin’ nothin’,” Tony said, laughing with my brother.  ”I never saw her after that party.  Who cares about that ‘ho, anyway?” Tony said, laughing and looking at me.

I had to laugh to myself.  Fuck Carrie, whoever the hell she is, I thought.  I watched Tony rub a hand through his thick hair and look into the fire.  This stud was mine, at least for tonight.  How in the hell could I ever wait for my brother to fall asleep?

The conversation went on into the night, till it had gotten pretty late and the beer was running out.  We decided to call it a night, the better to get up early the next day and fish, though in reality I hoped I wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.  We crawled into the tent and got into our sleeping bags, my brother sleeping in the middle.  My cock kept rising and falling, looking over at Tony’s sleeping body and remembering the events of earlier that day.  Tony was breathing heavily, his eyes closed.  I couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not.  I didn’t want to be the one to get up and risk my brother catching me, so I just lay there and tried to fall asleep.  It wasn’t easy, but eventually I must have drifted off.

I woke up to somebody grabbing my foot.  I looked up and there was Tony, standing outside the tent, looking in and giving me that sexy grin.  He motioned with his finger then walked away.   I looked over at my brother.  He was fast asleep and snoring, his face pressed down in the pillow.  I got up slowly and quietly, stepping over him and coming out of the tent.

It was dark out there, and I was shivering with excitement.  Tony smiled and watched me as I sat down and started lacing up my shoes, a flannel blanket rolled up underneath his thick arm.  I tied the second shoe and looked up.  Tony started to walk and motioned for me to follow him, flashlight in hand.  It was kind of scary in those dark woods, but I caught up beside Tony and we walked the same direction we had gone earlier that day, following a path towards the creek.

“Do you know what time it is?” I whispered to him.  Tony pulled a watch out of his tight pocket and hit the Indiglo button.  It glowed green in the night.  Tony turned and put his face close to mine.

“It’s about one,” he replied in his sexy voice, stuffing the watch back in his pocket.

We reached the creek and started walking along the bank.  I walked up beside Tony and he looked over at me, smiling.  I smiled back, and we continued walking.  It was a beautiful night, the sky full of stars.  No need to rush things.  We had all night.

When we got far enough away from the camp Tony stopped and threw the blanket roll to the ground.  He took a deep breath, turning towards me.  I drank in the sight of him, looking across the creek, the moonlight reflecting off his handsome face. He could’ve been the poster boy for hot college-age studs.  He could have had any girl he wanted, or guy for that matter.  But he wanted me, not that bitch Carrie or anybody else.

He noticed me looking at him and motioned for me to come closer.  I did, and our bodies touched.  He moved in toward me and reached for the back of my head, moving in to kiss me.  I felt his hot lips move towards mine and I instinctively opened my mouth, kissing him wetly and feeling his tongue slide across my lips and teeth.  He reached his hand around my waist and pulled me tight up against his hard body.  I could feel his warm, hard chest pressing into mine, and our jean-clad baskets started growing against each other.  He pushed his tongue further into my mouth and I pushed back with mine.  We made out intensely, sucking each other’s lips and wriggling our tongues together.  Tony moved his hands to my waist, cupping my ass and shoving his tongue further down my throat.  I mashed my body in closer to his, clutching at his strong, masculine back and throwing my head back so Tony could lick and suck down my jaw and neck.

Tony grabbed my ass even harder and pushed our crotches together roughly.  I felt his warm swelling bulge against mine and I ground harder into it, the friction making my heart beat a mile a minute.  Tony kneaded my ass roughly in his hands, then heaved me up off the ground by my butt.  He crouched a little to give himself leverage, and I wrapped my legs around his strong flexed thighs.  Tony ground his now fully-hard package underneath my balls.  His hands clutched onto my buns and pulled them apart, pressing my quivering asshole against my jeans and underwear.  He moved one of his thick fingers towards where my hole was, pressing into the jeans and feeling around for it.  I moaned as he rubbed his finger against my most sensitive area.  He quickly covered my mouth with his and I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  After a few minutes of making out like this, I didn’t have the strength to clutch onto him anymore, so I let go and Tony helped lower me back on the ground.

We pulled apart for a moment and panted a little, both surprised at the intensity.  Then Tony took a step back from me, and started taking off his shirt.  I stared as he pulled his flannel shirt off and tossed it toward ground.  I took the cue to follow suit and started taking off my shirt.  We watched each other as each of us began to strip naked.  He reached his big arms down and peeled that gray t-shirt from his solid frame, revealing his tight and solid midsection and tanned barrel chest, his fat nipples stretching with his slightly hairy pecs.  He tossed his shirt aside and stopped a minute, looking at me and running his hand against his chest and stomach, grinning that grin.  He watched me intently as I pulled my shirt above my head, tossed it aside and ran a hand across my smooth upper body.

He moved his hands to his jeans and started unbuttoning them.  I watched in lust as he pulled open his zipper to reveal that widening trail of hair on his stomach that disappeared into his tight gray bikini-briefs.  He lowered his pants and kicked them off, then posed in front of me, his thick arms and shoulders flexing as he reached a hand down to cup his balls through his briefs.  He smiled seductively and ran his fingertips along his hard-as-steel cock, shuddering a little when he reached the tip and pushing a finger into the wet spot that had formed there.  He shifted his thick thighs and legs, awaiting my next move.

Instead of following his motions, I decided to change things up a bit.  I turned around, giving Tony a full view of my toned back and plump ass, which pushed my jeans out so that there was a gap between the rim of my jeans and my tight waist.  I lowered my pants below my briefs and gave him a view of my combed-cotton clad ass.  I reached for the elastic in my briefs and lowered them around my fleshy ass cheeks.  I heard Tony breath raggedly and mutter a little “Yeah, man,” or something, more to himself than me.  I heard what sounded like him pulling his own briefs off.  I pulled my underwear down over the mounds of my ass, then bent down slowly, pushing them down my legs.  I cold feel the slightly chilly air hit my asshole as I exposed it to Tony.  Like I said, my ass is my best asset, so I enjoy showing it off.  It’s fuzzy and plump like a peach, with only a little peachy-fuzz around my squinch.

I lifted my feet to take off my jeans and underwear and threw them aside.  I stood with my backside to Tony for a moment, spreading my legs a little and giving my own engorged cock a squeeze.  When I turned around I savored the sight of Tony planted in front of me, eyeing me lustily and running his fist along his thick, uncut hog.  We walked toward each other and he wrapped his arms around my waist.  I put my arms under his and wrapped them around his back, feeling the heat of our bodies coming together.  We pushed our mouths and tongues together, as we rubbed our naked flesh against each other.  His cock was hot as a poker, the wet end poking out its foreskin and pressing into my stomach.  We ground our erections into each other’s body, making out frantically and lustily.  Tony again ran his hands down to my ass and cupped my ass, then pulled my cheeks apart.  I felt the air hit my hole again, and I ground my crotch harder into his stomach as he moved a finger to my pucker.  I moaned as he lightly brushed his finger across it.  I had never really had my ass played with before, let alone licked like Tony had done earlier that day, and I was astounded by the sensations from it.  It felt natural and good.

As we pushed our hot bodies together, Tony again crouched down into a stance, then pulled me up onto him.  I wrapped my naked arms around his hot and hard back, licking at his eyes and biting his hair.  Tony lifted me further until his fat cock slipped underneath my balls, and rested against my hole.  I clenched and relaxed my pucker, feeling the bloated wet head poking out of its thick foreskin and pressing into my pulsing hole.  Tony slurped his mouth and tongue down my neck and across my chest, nipping at my hard nipples and teasing his tongue into my bellybutton.  He lowered me a little more onto his cock, moving his hips in and out and running his fat, hot shaft across my asshole.  I gasped and clutched harder at his back.

Tony took one hand from my ass and moved his leg in between my thighs.  He propped me up by his leg and I rested my hot hole against his hairy thigh.  He moved his hand up to his mouth and put his index finger into it, wetting it with his slippery tongue.  He took his finger out of his mouth clutched my ass again, pulling me back up and moving his wet finger to my hole.  I shuddered as he pressed his slightly chilly finger against my hot, pulsing anus.  He ran it around the rim a little bit, getting it wet and teasing it a bit into my hole.  My cock was pulsing and practically gushing pre cum, the head of it running across the hair on his chest and leaving a wet trail.  His finger pushed a little harder into my hole, and I felt my tight anal ring give way and suck the tip of his finger inside.  I gasped at the sensation.  He waited for a moment as my ass relaxed to accommodate his probing finger.  Then he pressed in slowly, moving more of his cold, wet finger in to my hungry hole.  He pushed until it was almost all the way in, paused, and then pushed it in past his knuckle, feeling my hot ass clutch his finger like a velvet glove.  My cock jerked against his chest and I nearly came.  He let his finger rest there for a couple minutes, both of us breathing heavy with the intensity of what was happening.  Then he slowly slid his finger out, my ass instinctively clenching down on it.  It popped outside my hole but Tony kept his finger close, gently pressing and rimming the tender flesh, massaging it loose again.

Tony exhaled and lowered me back to the ground.  We stood in front of each other, catching our breath.  I leaned in and grabbed his fat cock head, running my fist all the way down his smooth, fat shaft.  He leaned forward and started kissing me as I reached down to cup his balls in my hand.   I ran my fingers along the turgid root of his erection, back towards the soft and hairy flesh of his ass cleft.  He shuddered as I moved my hand back up his meat, pulling the foreskin down below his head and exposing it to the cool night air.  I pushed my finger against the top of his prick, rubbing his pre cum into the hot head, then stroked his cock up and down, feeling it get impossibly harder until it was like a steel pipe.  I realized we had stopped kissing and were both looking down at my hand, which was moving slowly up and down his towering erection.  I touched it lightly with my fingertips, testing its hardness and teasing them across its length.  Then I grabbed it in my fist and squeezed it all the way down to the base, feeling its girth and power.  I was in some sort of daze, before that cock, that I snapped out of and looked up.  He lifted his head and looked at me, expectantly. I looked into his eyes, his handsome face.  I squeezed his erection and heard his breath come out sharply.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?” he said, breathily.

“Yeah.  Do it.”  He pulled me towards him.  I pushed his cock down gently and it slid under my balls between my thighs.  We forcefully kissed each other, him thrusting his hips and pressing his fat pud against the underside of my ass and balls.  He stopped and pulled away.

“I don’t think I have anything slippery to use,” he said.  I thought for a moment, and it hit me.  I turned away and grabbed my jeans off the ground, pulling a small tube out of the pocket.  Vaseline Lip Therapy.  Thank God for modern conveniences.  I showed him the tube and he chuckled, holding his hand up to his mouth.  His eyebrows arched over his turned-up eyes, betraying his hand’s attempt to hide his wide grin.  He looked so fucking sexy.  God I wanted him to fuck me.

Tony reached to the ground and picked up the flannel blanket, his fat cock bobbing as he unrolled and laid it on the ground. Then he lowered his body onto the blanket, lying down on his back.  He lifted his arm and rested his head on it, looking towards me. He reached down with his other hand and reached for his cock, stroking it and standing it straight up in the air.

“C’mere,” he said.  I knelt down beside him and without hesitation slipped his fat dick into my mouth, slurping it down to the base and into the back of my throat.  Tony gasped and shut his eyes.  I slid my wet lips and tongue up and down his prick a couple of times, then held it up.  I sucked on the head like a lollipop, stroking his now wet erection and tonguing underneath his foreskin.  I ran my tongue down the shaft towards his low-hanging balls.  I licked at the sack, smelling his musky scent and rolling his balls around in my mouth.  I hefted them up with my hand and ran my tongue underneath, licking down towards the divide and slightly into the smooth silky flesh of his asshole.  Tony groaned.  I moved back up his pole and sucked it some more, feeling that hot tube of flesh pulsate in my mouth.  My asshole twitched.  I wanted to get down to business.

I came off of his cock and reached for the tube of Vaseline.  Tony watched as I squeezed the tube into my palm.  I reached for Tony’s cock and rubbed the Vaseline into his, slickening it up.  Tony moaned as my fist moved fluidly up and town his towering prick, jacking him off.  I stood up and straddled his body, bracing my hands on his muscular shoulders and lowering myself down on top of him.  I moved my face towards his and lowered my ass on his pulsing erection.  We both exhaled deeply, and I started grinding my ass cleft into his cock, feeling its slippery surface slide across my relaxed hole.  We dry fucked for a little while, building up momentum until Tony almost came and had to stop.

My cock was rock hard and piercing into the night air.  Tony grabbed my ass and pulled my cock towards his mouth, his lips enveloping the head.  He pulled me in further and I watched as it disappeared into his hot mouth.  Tony’s fingers reached around and started gently fingering my asshole.  I thought I might pass out from the feeling.  I thrust my cock down his throat and he swallowed it all greedily, my ass on fire from his finger pushing into it. This time it was me who had to stop for fear of cumming.

I pulled out of his mouth and rested my ass on his hard cock.  We paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of each other. Then I reached for the tube and squirted some more in my hand.  I reached my hand around and coated his cock with it, then brought my hand around and put a big gob on my fingertip.  I reached back and pushed the oily lube against my asshole, rubbing all around the rim and teasing a good bit inside.

I lifted Tony’s cock and pointed it at my hole.  I placed the fat head right against its hot target and pushed down, feeling its hardness press into me.  I braced my hands on his chest, and we looked into each other’s eyes, both panting with lust.  I relaxed my asshole and lowered my ass some more on his cock, which flexed its hardness in trying to enter me.  The feeling was incredible, that hot, thick poker about to slide inside me.  I exhaled and pushed my ass harder onto his cock.  We both gasped aloud as the head of his cock wormed inside me.  It burned a little, but it didn’t hurt.  I waited a moment for my ass to relax, then I slowly sat down on his fat cock, gasping and panting as it filled me up.  Tony’s legs where shaking and he shuddered with pleasure, as the thick base of his cock was enveloped by my tight hole.  I felt his cock hair against my ass, then I sat all my weight down on it, feeling it slide even further into me.  Tony and I stared at each other, consumed by our passion.

I  lifted myself up off his cock a little bit, then sat back down on it.  I put my hands back on his chest to brace myself, and raised my ass up so his prick slid almost all the way out of my ass, then I lowered myself onto it again.  I picked up momentum and started riding him, my rock hard prick bouncing up and down as I squeezed my tight chamber around his cock.

Tony breathed raggedly and started moaning audibly, his voice floating off into the night air.  With a loud grunt he grabbed my waist with his hands and started plowing into me, bouncing my body on his hips and thrusting his cock into my ass.  I pressed my hand into his hot fleshy pecs and panted as we stared into each other’s eyes, lost in lust.

I could tell he was getting close, but before he came Tony stopped thrusting into me and hoisted himself up by the arms, roughly pulling up my body and throwing me onto the blanket.  With his cock still inside me he lifted my legs up and positioned himself on top of me.  He thrust his cock into my hole roughly, and I nearly screamed in pain and pleasure.  I wrapped my legs around his powerful thighs and tight, clenched ass as he fucked me raw, hard and fast.  He took his cock all the way out and held it against my asshole, then thrust it all the way in to the root.  I wrapped my arms under his and clenched at his back.  He picked up speed and started fucking me like an animal, totally lost in the moment and fucking like a machine.  I met his thrusts and clenched my ass around his cock, feeling my own cock pulse.  Tony looked into my eyes and put his face against mine, and we kissed passionately, our bodies melded together.  I could tell he was reaching the point of no return, so I grabbed onto his ass and started pushing him further inside of me.  Tony reached down and clutched my throbbing member in his hand, frantically jerking me off.  We stopped kissing and breathed and moaned into each other’s faces, both reaching orgasm.

“Fuck yeah,” Tony gasped, “I’m gonna cum.  Gonna fuckin’ cum in your ass.”

“Fuck me, man.  I’m gonna cum, too.”

With a loud moan he thrust powerfully into my ass and held it for a second as he unloaded his cum inside me.  Feeling his warm load pulse and shoot inside my hole did it for me.  My cum spurted out of my cock as I screamed and gasped in pleasure, the cum spraying all over or chests, Tony continuing to jerk me off.   I thought I might pass out from the pleasure.  Tony came with a final shudder then exhaled deeply, lowering his heavy, hot body onto mine.  We lay there, panting, feeling my load spread out between us as his cock deflated in my ass.  It came out with a pop and I lowered my legs to the ground, letting Tony climb further up my body where he rested his head against mine.

“That was the best sex I ever had,” he said in that sexy Brooklyn accent.

“Me too,” I managed to say.  We relaxed like that, me loving the feel his body on top of mine.  I reached down and cupped his ass, he nuzzled his mouth against mine and we kissed, sweetly and tenderly.  He rolled off of me and I turned and went into his arms, and we held each other close.

I had a very serene moment, out there in the woods, sexually satisfied with this hunk of a man lying warm next to me.  This is what it’s all about, I remember thinking to myself.  Two hot naked bodies, lying here in the beauty of nature.  None of that other shit; jobs, cars, people, money; mattered a bit.

We both could have fallen asleep like that, but we knew we had to get back to camp so my brother didn’t find us. Reluctantly we got up and got dressed, walked back to camp in a sort of daze.

My brother was still snoring away.  Tony and I hugged and made out, one last time.  We were leaving the next day, and we knew we wouldn’t have any time to fool around before it was back to the real world. We crawled into the tent and laid down.  I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next day was so beautiful, the perfect end to a perfect camping trip.  We had a great ride home, laughing and joking around.  All of us agreed that I should come visit my brother and Tony at school sometime.  Tony pointed out that he had an inflatable mattress in his dorm room that I could sleep on.

“Perfect!” my brother said to me.  ”Then it’s settled.  Dad can drive you up and you can stay for the weekend.  Maybe we’ll even find you a little pussy, if you’re lucky,” joked my brother.  I just smiled to myself, keeping quiet.