By Pfantazm
By Pfantazm
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When I woke up the next morning (afternoon) I called home to let Jeff know
that things were really, really fine and that he needn't worry. He didn't
pick up. No great shock there. Jeff is a manager; he's always at work.
The odd part was that our machine didn't get it either. He must've left
it turned off. Oh, well. He'd find out eventually.
Alan was off in the communal bathroom taking a shower, and don't think I wouldn't have loved to be there, but Alan wasn't out to the other people on his floor and we didn't want to freak out the locals. He came back, towel around his waist. I let out a low whistle. The boy had a beautiful bod. Pecs like dinner plates, long, sinuous arms, and sturdy legs. There was a light dusting of hair on his forearms, a little more on his legs, but the effect was subtle what with his blonde hair. Before I knew it, I was at his side touching him. "Tell me you don't have a class to go to," I said. He laughed. "Not today. What do you have in mind?" We had followed Alan's directive from last night, that we do everything but take off our underwear. It was fun, but it had only served to prime my pump. I touched his leg just below the towel and felt my way around. I found his hip, touched his sweet ass without any cotton in the way, traced back down to his thigh and up to his crotch. My hand came across his soft bush and I reached under to take his balls. Alan pulled at the tuck that kept him decent and his towel fell in a heap around his feet. He was well on the way to being erect. He undid the buttons at my neck and got me started on getting undressed. Once I was as naked as he, he took my stiff cock in his hand and drew me with him back to the bed. Into my ear, he murmured, "I trust Frank completely, but I know you're still worried about it. We'll be safe." I kissed my thanks to him, and eased him into a sitting position. Crouching before him, I prepared to take him into my mouth. His penis was as beautiful as the rest of him. It veered slightly to the right and it was fairly thick. Seven inches, at a guess. Quite the mouthful, but I'm up to it.
Once I had a couple of inches in I started licking at it and applied a bit of suction. Alan sighed happily. I worked his cock toward my throat very slowly. He had one hand gripping my shoulder and the other at the back of my head, gently urging me onwards. It started getting to the point where I couldn't breathe properly, so I switched back to rocking back and forth in his lap to take more of him inside. All the while Alan was murmuring encouragement and praise, at times babbling when I got close to taking him all in. I hope I could hold out. Alan was a big boy all around and I wasn't used to this kind of demanding work. I needed to speed things up a bit or I would dislocate my jaw. My hands had been resting passively on his hips this whole time. I reached under and held his balls in my fingers. My fingertips worked their way in, loosening the wrinkled skin and massaging his eggs. I gripped his thigh with my other hand, letting my thumb venture into the tender creases on the inside of his legs. Alan responded well. He humped upwards, driving his cock through my mouth and down my throat faster that I could do myself. He fucked my face passionately, shaking the bed and bumping it against the stone wall. I heard his ragged breaths escape from his lips as his body prepared itself for orgasm. I gripped his balls and sucked hard on his cock. Alan shot right down my throat. I would have liked to have pulled back so I could taste what I was eating, but Alan's hand kept me all the way down. When he'd finished, he pulled me to my feet and pressed my body to his. He was just at the right height to graze on my nipple, and this he did, chewing on it thoughtfully, as though he could be at it all day. I laid my knee beside him, allowing his body to reside between my legs, to feel the heat of him in my crotch. His strong arms enveloped me. He turned my body to reach my other nipple. Now my weight was on my knee, and I relied on his support to keep me from falling sideways onto the floor behind his desk. I felt completely secure in his grip. His very thorough study of my chest was having its effect on me. My tiny brown knobs of flesh were pulsating inside of me, telegraphing its good news into my spine and across my skin. Alan dipped me at last, laying me at the foot of his bed and he floated over me like a spectre in the night. He kissed me on the lips, he kissed my eyes, and under my jaw. My ear was his new pasture to graze in. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wishing he would cover my body with his, but instead I only hung from his frame. I could only writhe against him, grinding my body against his hard muscles as he wordlessly mouthed instructions into my ear. Finally he rolled over and I tumbled into his arms. Alan turned me around and sat me in his lap. I felt his hot, stiff member pressed against my backbone. His thick, long legs surrounded me. His nimble arms embraced me, strapped me down to his chest, and his equally nimble tongue was back in my ear. I could have melted into him. Alan's fingers encircled my erect member and just held it for a moment. I whispered his name. I would have to do something special for him to repay him for this kind of treatment.
My head lolled back onto his shoulder and my mouth hung open. I inhaled deeply, squirming in my seat. Alan kissed down my neck and into the hollow near my collarbone. He continued to stroke my cock, reversing his hand every once in a while to vary the stimulation. I opened my legs and wrapped them around his. Once or twice I tried humping into his fist but, excited though I was, I felt too relaxed to move. Alan's idle hand raked through my bush, letting my dripping cock divide his fingers. He reached around and held my balls. I was moaning non-stop. "Oh, Alan, I'm nearly there. Don't stop, please, don't ever stop." He sped up instead, bless his heart. "Go for it, John. I want to see you squirt all over. I can feel how much juice you've got in you. Lemme see what you're made of." The sound of his deep, sexy voice in my ear sparked something in me. I felt the signs that I was about to cum. I humped into his hand and let loose. I saw fireworks and dug my fingertips into Alan's soft hips behind my ass. I shot onto my chest a few times, onto my stomach and from there felt the last of it dribble onto my abdomen. And again, finally. I relaxed into my human cushion, totally content. I lay there quietly, almost ready to fall back to sleep and felt cum trickle down past my nipple. Alan reached over for the Kleenex. I remembered that what was covering me was possibly dangerous, worse than sulphuric acid, and after all Alan had done for me, I needed to protect him. I couldn't be lazy just now. I cleaned up and got off of him quickly, but carefully, in case I crushed anything precious. The tissues didn't go into the garbage. I saved them for flushing. Alan must have sensed my sudden agitation. "John, it's alright. Come over here." He took my hand. His face was calming. He didn't look worried. I gripped his hand and went to his side. "John, you'll be fine. You've got to believe that." "But what if I--" "You'll still be fine." Tears formed at my eyes. "I'm scared, Alan." He hugged me, putting me back in that place of safety. My new friend rocked me gently from side to side while I wept on his shoulder, and he made the same sh-sh-sh noise my grandmother used to make to calm me down. For some reason, that made me cry even more. Alan said, "You have to know that you'll always be fine because Frank loves you, and because I love you, John, very much." I didn't think to question him on that last. If he really meant it that way, he had fallen in love with me in less than 24 hours. There was no doubt that he meant it in my mind. He was inexperienced, but he was emotionally mature enough to tell love from a crush, I knew. Looking back, I have to say I was crying a little for joy. I knew I loved him too. When I stopped sobbing, I told him as much. Oh, yeah, I definitely owed Alan for how he treated me that day. Fortunately it looked like I'd have my whole life to make it up to him.
After I did what I could on my column, the three of us would meet at Frank's place to discuss our position. (Not sexual positions, you philistine. No giggling from the Peanut Gallery.) Frank's shift would be over then and Alan only had paperwork to do. So I was left home with time to kill and inches to fill. (I said, no giggling.) I found a strange man in his underwear perusing the contents of our fridge. He had half his hair shorn off, and what was left was orange- pink. The guy must have loved airports. Metal detectors would whistle when he walked. Two tit rings, an eyebrow piercing, a stud through his lower lip, and a partridge in a pear tree. He seemed to be completely shaved. He wore an electric blue thong that told me he really did have his everything pierced. Yes, he must have loooooved airports. There was something different about him. Everything I've described all totals up to one typical Jeff date. All the ones I'd met were variations on that theme. My brain was itching over this one in particular, though. He looked up at me. "Hey." "Hey, yourself." We continued to stare a half-second longer until he realized it was his turn to talk again. "'m Eddie." He wiped his hand off on his hip and made to shake. (Never mind that he didn't have anything on his hip to wipe something off onto, what was he wiping off?) "I'm John," I replied, proud to still be leading in number of syllables uttered so far. I gingerly reached out to shake his hand, and with contact came recognition. "Oh my god!" I yelled. "You've been here before!" That was what was different; he was a repeat. I'd seen all sorts of self-made freaks in Jeff's career, but never the same thing twice. "John? You're home!" Jeff came out of his bedroom, nude and unashamed. That narrowed down the list of what might have been on Eddie's hand. "We gotta talk," we told each other and Jeff excused us to the living room. We sat sidesaddle on the couch. "You first, John. I've been dying here. You haven't called and it's been over a day!" "You look like you've been dying," I teased. "He comes later. You. First. What did you do?" "Well, it looks like I might be moving in with'm." "After what he did to you? Wait a minute. In with which one of him, Frank or Mr. Hot Pants?" "Uh, both of them." Jeff's jaw dropped. I told him about Frank's Master Plan for Lifelong Happiness, ending with the thought we had batted around before Frank and Alan and I had parted company late last night. "So we figure it's a waste of money to manage three apartments, even if I'm rooming with you and Alan's in the dorm." "So you're shacking up with two guys. You slut!" he crowed. "I'm so proud of you!" He hugged me again. "That's my boy." I laughed and saw Eddie peeking around the corner at us, one piercing raised in confusion. Jeff pulled off and turned to see what I was staring at. My roommate waved Eddie into the room. "I take it there's a story behind you two?" I asked. Eddie sat by Jeff and clutched him possessively. "Yep," Jeff said. "We're dating." My jaw dropped. "Huvva?" I asked.
"I was listening to what he was saying about HIV, and I thought, 'If John can have a bad scare like that, then I've been lucky so far.' Then I realized how sweet Eddie was and we decided to start going out." Jeff stroked Eddie's cheek. They were cute, for a suitably focussed definition of 'cute'. "Eddie's got a lot of information that can be of help to you. Heaven forbid you should really need it, but if you do...." "I know," I said. "Thanks, Eddie." "W'c'm." "There's no reason to be shy around John, now, hon." To me, Jeff said, "It's not serious yet. We're just going to take it slow, see what happens." I looked at them, limbs in a tangle, physically excited, as Jeff caught Eddie staring at him. He couldn't break away. They forgot I was there and began to make out and grope each other. It wasn't even spring yet. They're not serious. Not a bit. I bit back an "Invite me to the wedding," slipped out of the room and into mine, powered up my computer and cranked the music in my headphones. I got the Internet article finished, and sent it to my editor by mystical means I still did not understand. | |||||
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I kissed it twice on the very tip, then used that rhythm to
take just a little inside on the third pass, halfway up the
head, then a little more, my lips gliding across the skin
like I was eating an ice cream cone I wanted to last.
Some of my precome had drooled down to his hand, and he
wiped it off by stroking my hardness, once, up and
down. Since that hadn't worked very well, he had to do
it again. He tried it several times more, but every time more of the
slick stuff would get on his hand as he rubbed me.
"You see," Jeff began, "I remembered that I knew a guy who
had a brother who died of AIDS a couple of years ago.
Once I figured out who that was and tracked Eddie down, we
got to talking and we sorta clicked." Eddie took Jeff's hand and kissed
it gallantly.