Date: Wed, 7 Sep 94 6:37:36 EDT
From: dmccread@mach1.wlu.ca (DJ)
To: scottb@ouvaxa.cats.ohiou.edu
Subject: Jason's Story

Jason's Story:
First Time
by Jason Arcade

This story takes place in late 1986 in the upper Midwest, in a city
known for a liberal reputation but in fact much like the rest of
the United States.

I was 22 at the time, a college senior living in the dorms (they
were cheaper than apartments and had the major benefits such as no
parents...).  I had been using my computer for telecommunications
for a year or so, but had never called the "dirty" boards in town.
During this time I had a serious girlfriend for the first time; as
the semester progressed we moved down the path of sexual discovery
together.  It would culminate in mid-1987 with her first inter-
course (and what she thought was mine).  Unknown to her, though,
and something I never dared tell her, nor the woman who I dated six
years later, was that I had technically lost my 'virginity' that
past winter....

...with another man.

I had wrestled with the possibility that I was gay for several
years, even before my first encounter with a man in a local adult
bookshop.  I used a glory hole without the faintest idea of what it
was, ending up in a stall with him sucking and stroking me to come
in his mouth.  I left the encounter with an odd feeling that while
it wasn't necessarily "right", it had struck a chord deep within
me.

Well, finally, in 1986 I placed a call to the only adult bbs in
town.  I rapidly discovered that it had a Gay section, and although
it was mostly a sense of adventure that drove me to it, I requested
and gained access.  Reading the messages, I noticed a man who
basically was advertising for a lover.  He owned his own home in a
small town west of the city, and said that he "liked to have
overnight guests."  I responded to him, at first just to see what
he'd say, but we eventually struck up a conversation and after a
week or so, he flat-out asked me to spend the night with him.  Sex
was never discussed, although when I asked if I should bring
anything, his answer was simply "a toothbrush."

I still don't know what gave me the courage to actually set a day
with him; as of this writing it's been more than 4 years since I've
been with a man - actually, he was my only male lover - and I still
can't bring myself to go to a gay bar or answer the ads in the one
local paper that accepts Men Seeking Men ads, although I read them
every issue and occasionally call the number they have for people
who want to place a voice ad too.  All I know is that I love to be
fucked, and want to be fucked again.  I just donUt know where to
look for someone to do the honors...

Anyway, we agreed on a date, without knowing even the other's real
name.  We arranged for him to pick me up on a street about two
blocks away from the dorms.  I knew what kind of car to look for;
he knew what jacket I would wear.

Dusk was setting in as I waited on the corner.  I was afraid; of
what I might find out about myself, what if he was a mugger, what
if he'd be attracted to me or not, AIDS, etc etc.  AIDS was just
entering the local consciousness at that point and I was very aware
of the risks.  (We had assured each other that we were HIV nega-
tive, therefore the subject of condoms never directly came up.
Retrospectively it was probably a dumb thing to do, but that's
water under the bridge today.)

A small compact car fitting his description appeared right on time.
It pulled over to the curb; I got a fleeting impression of a man in
a cowboy hat behind the wheel.  I opened the door and we exchanged
our bbs names and I got in.  He pulled out and proceeded with the
business of driving to his house.  There wasn't very much small
talk for the first 15 minutes or so, as we got out of the city.
Once we were in the country, we talked a little bit about what we
were doing.  He mentioned he had never done something like this
before; although I realize now that it wasn't the truth I think he
did it to put me at ease.  I was stiff as a board for a while...

I said the obvious, that I'd never arranged a date without meeting
the person first.  He responded by saying nothing until we were
alone on the road, and then reached over and touched my knee.  It
felt like an electric shock!  His hand massaged its way upward,
until it was at my crotch.  He put his hand over my basket and
rubbed it slightly.  "Don't worry, we'll have a good time.  Just
relax and enjoy the drive."

When we got to his town (about 25 minutes outside the city) I found
out that although he lived the "gay lifestyle", he was in the
closet.  He activated his garage door opener and drove inside,
asking me to sit kind of low and stay in the car until the door was
down.  He had already disconnected the light on the opener, so the
garage was dark.  Once the door had closed, he got out and turned
on a different light.  I got out and we went inside.

We were in his home, a kind of loft-style house. The first floor
held a big living room/dining room, the kitchen, a bathroom and a
hot tub (!).  There was a stairway to a bed-loft above the kitchen,
which also had a second room with walls and a door and a bathroom
between the room and loft/alcove.  He took our coats and showed me
around, then suggested we go upstairs and get undressed.  He held
out his arm, indicating I should go first.

As we turned the first landing on the stairway, I felt his hand on
my ass, pressing firmly against it.  I paused on the stairway as he
rubbed me.  Again the electric feeling shot through my body.  He
murmured for me to keep going, and up we went.  He directed me into
the room on the left (the only room with four walls in the house
except for the bathrooms) and when I stopped just inside the door,
he turned me around and kissed me on the lips.  I hesitated just
briefly and allowed my mouth to open.  Immediately his did too, and
his tongue briefly explored my mouth before he pulled away.

Without saying a word, he unbuttoned and removed my shirt.  I did
the same to him.  He put the clothes on the bed and then unzipped
my jeans, pulling them down.  He sank to his knees and took off my
shoes, then pulled my jeans down the rest of the way.  I was so
zoned at this point that I was actually surprised when he pulled
off my underwear and put my cock in his mouth.  I just stood there
as he sucked on me and played with my balls.  When I was completely
hard, which didn't take long, he stood up again and took off the
rest of mine and his clothes.

Then he suggested we go down to the hot tub.  The hot tub was one
of the main reasons I had gotten myself into this in the first
place; I was intruiged by the thought of lying in a tub of hot
bubbling water.  That I would be doing it naked with another guy
hadn't really entered into my thoughts.  I don't know why he had
one; but when I think about the entire layout of the house (he even
had a satellite dish) it was basically a sex palace.

Anyway, we went downstairs and got in.  It was rather cool at
first, so he snuggled up to me and held me in his arms.  We French
kissed again, but kissing wasn't really a turn-on for him, so it
didn't last long.  Mostly we just talked, things like how it felt
to be there, and his asking if I was "aggressive" or "affectionate"
when having sex (I didn't realize it at the time, but he was using
that to find out if I was a top or bottom man) and explored each
others bodies.  At a loss as to a good answer, I told him I was
affectionate since that seemed a 'nicer' thing to say.  He said he
was usually affectionate but sometimes liked to be aggressive.  I
had never seen someone else's cock up close in the light, and I was
fascinated by it.  Although he didn't own a monster cock like I'd
seen in the porn magazines, it was a good 8 1/2 inches long when
hard.  He was also uncut, and at one point in a later meeting
showed me how to play hide-and-seek with the head.

After a while of this, out of the blue he said "I think it's time I
felt my cock in your mouth.  Don't you?"  I said yes, and with some
trepidation, prepared to give my very first blowjob.  I slid down
him in the water, and looked up close at my first cock.  His cock
was just lying there, pretty soft.  I took it in my hands and
rubbed it a bit until it perked up slightly, and then just bent my
head down and took it into my mouth.  I sucked up and down like I'd
seen in the porn-booth movies, and touched his balls with one hand.
Apparently I did something right, because he sighed and rolled his
head back.  His cock started to get hard in my mouth.  I started
licking up and down the sides, and sort of licked at his balls a
bit, and then worked up and down the shaft again.  I tired to
"deep-throat" him, but it wouldn't slide down my throat like the
books said it would.  His hands took hold of my head as I sucked,
until he pulled me away suddenly.  I thought I'd done something
wrong, but he just said that he had had to stop me or he would have
come.  He said he wanted to save it for later.

A couple of minutes after that, he asked if I was ready to go to
bed.  I said sure (at this point I was still pretty zoned and would
probably have agreed to just about anything...) and we got out of
the hot tub and toweled ourselves off.  He produced two bathrobes
and handed one to me.  I felt kind of self-conscious when I discov-
ered it had no belt and no way to fasten it, but he laughed and
said it was just so he could look at me.

We went upstairs again, and he once again held my ass as we went up
the stairs.  This time we passed the door on the left and went
along the balcony, which looked out over the living room.  On the
left it opened up to the front of the house, and there in the
alcove stood the usual furniture and a king-sized waterbed with the
sheet turned down.  He told me to get into bed and I did, leaving
the bathrobe on a chair.  I slid into the bed and lay there while
he slowly walked around the far side.  He opened a drawer in the
nightstand and pulled a tube of something out.  It took a close
look (he handed it to me) for me to realize it was a tube of KY
jelly.  It didn't really sink in that he was in effect asking me if
I wanted to have anal sex with him, but I just took the tube,
looked at it and lay there feeling kind of dumb as he watched me
read the label.  He told me to put it on the nightstand right by
me, which I did.  He then took off his own robe and got into bed
next to me.

He rolled over next to me, on his side, and pulled me over to him.
We kissed again, probably only for a couple of minutes, and then he
rolled over on top of me.  I opened my legs so it would be more
comfortable (at this point I'll fill in the missing details; I am
6'0" 165#, at that time more like 180#, he was probably 6'3", 220#)
and put my arms around him.  He continued to kiss me, getting more
forceful as we went and as I demonstrated (by inaction) that I was
going to be the submissive partner in this story.

All through this I was dimly aware of our cocks rubbing together.
I know I was hard, and he was partly hard.  Our level of passion
increased as he got more forceful.  He slid down my body and
started to gently bite my nipples.  At first it hurt and I
flinched, he stopped and explained that he did it because having it
done to him was a real turn-on.  (I got the message and did it to
him  regularly the other times we met..)  He did it again, more
gently, and I got a rush out of it.  He tongued his way further
down and sucked on me again.  His technique was never that great;
he tended to work rapidly up and down on the tip and ignored the
rest.  (To this day I dream of the perfect blowjob...)  He finally
stopped that and moved up again.  He kissed me on the mouth and for
the first time, I tasted my own cum.  I'd tried to many times
before, but always lost my nerve once I had my own jism in my hand.
The taste wasn't all that strong, mostly just warm.  We kissed
briefly and then he asked me if I wanted to fuck him first.  I just
sort of lay there and looked at him and nodded, once again zoning
out.

He told me to get him ready; when I hesitated he rolled off me and
got the KY tube.  He handed it to me and told me to grease my
fingers, which I did, and use it on him.  I put one finger up
against his asshole (he was lying on his back with his legs wide)
and rubbed against it.  I slowly put my finger in him and pulled it
out again and then rubbed some jelly on my cock.  He watched this
process with a mild smile on his face and then rolled over.  He got
on his hands and knees and told me to simply get up against him and
do it.

I knelt behind him and fumbled with my right hand to put my cock in
his ass.  I missed on the first two tries; I was almost shaking
with nervousness.  I couldn't believe I was there and what I was
doing!  I rubbed my cock up his ass a couple of times until I was
relaxed enough to try again.  This time, I led my cock in with a
fingertip pointing the way.  I felt his asshole pucker around the
tip of my cock and pushed a little bit; he sucked in a breath and
told me to go slow.  I s-l-o-w-l-y  pushed my cock in, until it was
about halfway inside him.  He told me to hold on for a moment until
he could get used to me; and then said to go the rest of the way.

I slid my cock into his ass as far as it would go, and enjoyed the
soft, warm, tight feeling all around my cock.  I'd never put my
cock in anyone before and I wanted to savor the moment, but right
about then he breathlessly told me to fuck him.  I pulled back a
little bit, afraid I'd fall out, then pushed back in.  He squirmed
just a little bit and said louder, "Fuck Me!"  I started a halting
rhythm and began to fuck my first ass.  It felt so good to have his
ass wrapped around my cock I got a little out of control and
slipped out.  He moaned slightly and told me to hurry up; I put my
cock against his asshole and this time it went right in.  We fucked
this way for about ten minutes, when he asked if I'd come yet.  I
said no, and he said something about wanting me to come in his ass.
I fucked him harder, and in a very short time felt my load getting
ready to blow.  I yelled out that I was going to come, and grabbed
his body and pulled it into mine.  We locked together, cock to ass,
and I shot what felt like the load of a lifetime into his ass.
When I was out of cum, I pulled out of him.  He moved forward and
rolled around to face me; I fell on top of him and we lay there
sweating for a few minutes.  Then he kissed me and said that it was
great; my cock was just the right size for him, things like that.
Then he got out of bed and went into the bathroom.  He tossed out a
towel and told me to wipe myself, which I did while he went back
into the bathroom and sat on the john.  At one point he asked if
I'd shot a quart of cum into him...

Anyway, he soon came back out and got into bed.  He kissed me
again, and got on top of me.  We lay there, with my legs spread and
him in between them, kissing passionately for awhile.  Then he
moved up a bit, moved me down and slid higher on me until his cock
was in my face.  He put it against my lips, and when I opened my
mouth, he drove his cock into my face.  I lay there, letting him
fuck my mouth for a few minutes.  I didn't enjoy that very much, he
was driving pretty hard into my mouth, but after all, here was a
guy who'd just let me fuck his ass!  I wasn't going to complain
there and then....then he pulled back and lay down on me again.

He pulled up a bit and spread my legs wider with his hands.  He
told me to roll up my legs just a bit more, which I did.  That
maneuver ended with my feet essentially being across his shoulders.
He moved up on me again, using one hand to grab the KY tube.  I
flinched just a little bit when I felt something poking at my ass,
but it passed quickly and I relaxed.  The finger withdrew, and then
he was close to me and I felt his cock probing around my asshole.

He finally found the right spot and pushed in.  I felt a sharp
sensation, not really a pain, and then bang!  he was inside my ass.
He didn't take as long to enter me as I'd taken to enter him, but
it didn't matter since it didn't hurt at all.  Instead, I had this
great feeling of a cock inside my ass, and damn if I wasn't enjoy-
ing myself more than I had at any other time that night.  He
started to fuck me, but after only a minute or so the sensation
dulled and then he pulled out.  I looked down and saw a shrinking
cock; he lay across me and said that for some reason, he had just
"shut down".  He said he just didn't feel comfortable fucking me.
(I don't know why he did that or said that, since later on we
became hot lovers, with me getting fucked a _lot_).

But anyway, he kissed me, asked if I wanted to stay the night (by
now it was like 10:00 p.m.) and I said maybe not.  I was confused,
since I felt guilty for enjoying being fucked, even for such a
short time.  I didn't understand why I enjoyed it so much, since I
knew that I still wanted to fuck my girlfriend someday when she was
ready.  So he said okay, and we got out of bed.

We went into the other room and started to put our clothes on;
getting only partway when he got on his knees again and gave me a
decent blowjob.  I wanted to give him one, but he said that if I
did, I'd never get home.  I grinned and told him to take a
raincheck.  He said he sure would, and we went downstairs, got in
the car and he drove me back home.

We didn't talk much in the car on the way back to town, but he felt
me up a few times and said he wanted to see me again.

I told him I wanted to see him too, and our next date, when I
finally got fucked for real, will be Chapter 2.

THE END

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Jason's Story
Part Two: I Get Fucked

by Jason Arcade

When last we talked, I had just returned home to the dorms follow-
ing my very first date gay/bi date.  I felt good about what had
happened; I had discovered a part of myself I hadn't known existed.
To give a good blowjob is a wonderful thing; receiving one is
equally delicious.  I enjoyed fucking him, and for the short time
it happened, I loved being fucked.  I guess it was something I just
needed.  Even though I still was seeing my girlfriend, and we were
then planning on getting married, I now knew I wanted and would
always need a man's cock once in a while.

Well, the two of us made a date for the following weekend via the
adult bbs.  Once again he came by and picked me up to drive out to
his house.  This time the trip was a bit different...

We headed out of the city in his car; this time it wasn't so late
and there was enough light to see each other.  We chatted about
this and that, like his cabin in the northern part of the state (he
thought it would be fun to go up there with a couple of girls and
have a sex weekend) until we got to a discount store near the edge
of the city.  He pulled into the lot and asked me to wait for a few
minutes, which I did.  When he returned, he was carrying a small
bag.  "This is for you," he said.  I opened the bag and pulled out
a brand new tube of KY.  My cock started to get hard as I realized
that tonight there would indeed be sex with him.

We headed out of the city, and once we were in the country he
reached across the seat and put his hand over my crotch and rubbed
it for a while, feeling my hard cock throb under his hand.  He
commented that I seemed to be ready.  My answer was to reach over
to him and do the same.  Sure enough, there was a hard cock under
the seatbelt.  I asked him if he wanted me to give him a blowjob in
the car, but he shook his head and said it was too easy for other
drivers to see.  We drove on for a while feeling each other's
stiffening cocks until we reached his home, when I once again sort
of sat low while we drove into the garage.  He waited until the
door was down to get out, and then we headed inside.

He took my coat and hung it up with his.  He pointed over at his
computer and asked if I'd like to see it; it was a new Macintosh
and I'd never seen one before (Remember, this was 1986.  I was
using an Apple //c at the time).  We sat down in front of it and he
took it through its paces, including a brief tour of a gay ques-
tion-and-answer area on a bbs somewhere.  I was sitting on his lap
and he was letting his free hand wander over my body and  I was
starting to squirm a bit with anticipation.  He brought up some
text he'd saved  from the gay question-and-answer section talking
about fucking; I read it while he got up and massaged my shoulders
and neck.  While I was reading, he asked me if I'd ever been fucked
with a vibrator.  I said no and he asked if I'd be interested.  I
said sure, and he replied that he had one somewhere in the house.

When I was done reading, he gently squeezed my shoulders and
suggested that we go upstairs; it seemed like a good idea so I
headed for the stairs.  He was just a step behind, having stopped
to turn on the hot tub.  I waited for him on the corner landing,
and then like the first time I was there, when he caught up to me
on the stairs he put his hand under my ass and rubbed it while we
walked up the stairway.  There was this incredible warm, electric
feeling when he did that.  It made me want him more than ever.

We got upstairs and he directed me into the first room with a
gentle push on my ass.  I went inside and turned around; he put his
arms around me and we opened our mouths and kissed.  After tasting
each other's tongue, he pulled off my shirt and kissed my nipples.
I unbuttoned his shirt and pants, and got down on my knees.  I took
off his shoes and pulled his pants off, and then slowly pulled his
underwear over his semi-hard cock and rolled them down off of him.
I intended to give him a blowjob like he'd done the first time I
was there, but he stopped me before I could even get my lips close
and said that he wanted to wait a bit.  I stood up and he walked
over to the closet, opened the door and got out two bathrobes.  I
pulled off the rest of my clothes and put on the one he handed to
me; sure enough, it was the one that couldn't be closed.

He then asked me if I'd like to take a shower with him.  I said
sure (I said that a lot around him!) and we went into the bathroom
that connected the bedroom with the alcove where he slept.  He
turned on the shower and we got in, after taking off the bathrobes.

He slipped me under the water stream and got some soap.  He then
proceeded to soap up my body from top to bottom, paying special
attention to all the sensitive areas.  He used lots of lather when
he got to my cock, and thoroughly soaped up my ass.  He was reach-
ing around me to do that, and our cocks started rubbing together,
which made me even hotter.  We then slipped around and it was my
turn; I softly rubbed the soap over him.  I lathered up his cock
and balls, and pressed the spot right behind the balls that's so
sensitive.  His cock sprang up, and he stepped backwards and got
under the water stream.

"You can suck me now," he said.  I dropped to my knees and took him
into my mouth, he was already pretty hard and his cock filled my
mouth.  I used the same in-and-out technique I had before, rubbing
his balls with one hand while the other held his leg for balance.
I let him fall out of my mouth, and ran my lips up and down the
side of his hard shaft.  He gripped my head and moaned; when I took
him back into my mouth he pressed me against him  and began a
rhythmic fucking of my mouth.

Then he pulled away, saying that he was about to come but he wanted
to save it for a while.  That sounded fine to me, so I stood up
again and put my arms around him.  We kissed under the water; that
was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done.
He rinsed the soap off of me and shut off the water.  "Now that
that's done, do you want to get in the hot tub or go straight to
bed?" he asked.  "Let's go to bed," I replied.  He smiled and
handed me a towel.  We dried ourselves off and went into the
alcove; as before the sheet on the waterbed was turned down, all
ready for us.  He suggested that I get in while he looked for the
vibrator; I did so and waited for him.  He soon came back with a
box; he opened it and took out a white vibrator that was about ten
or eleven inches long and really fat.  He got a couple of batteries
out of another drawer and put them in, and then he climbed into bed
with me.

He rolled over partly on top of me and kissed me, I opened my mouth
and let him explore it with his tongue.  We kissed for a while
(after the first date, he knew how deep french kissing really turns
me on) and after a bit, he let his right hand wander down my body.

He reached my cock, and stroked it a bit.  My legs opened up right
away, and his hand dropped down under my balls.  I felt his fingers
probing around my asshole, and then one of them poked right at it.
He threw back the covers so he could maneuver, and got on top of
me.  His legs were between mine, so our cocks rubbed together as he
kissed me harder and harder.  When I was kind of breathless, he
reached over to the nightstand and got the fresh tube of KY.  He
greased up his fingers, and once again I lay there and concentrated
on the sensations of his fingers; one, then two, then three,
pushing into my asshole, opening it for him.  When he'd finger-
fucked me with three fingers, he curled up and moved down my body.
He took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it, at the
same time he reached for the vibrator and brought it to my ass.

Somehow he got it turned on with one hand, and pushed it around
under my balls so I could feel the vibrations.  Then he put the tip
up against my open asshole; I relaxed as much as I could (by this
time he was almost deep-throating my cock) and he pushed the
vibrator into my asshole.  It was kind of tight at first, but then
I was able to relax and he fucked me with the vibrator, in, out,
in, out.  I lay there, totally caught up in being sucked and fucked
at the same time.  The throbbing of the vibrator almost blotted out
the blowjob I was getting.  I was in heaven.

After a few minutes of this, he straightened up just a bit and
pulled the vibrator out of my ass.  I barely noticed as he mounted
me, rolling my hips so that my legs were high and out of the way.
Suddenly there was a man on top of me between my legs; I put my
arms around him and felt him guide his cock up to my asshole.  By
that time, of course, I was wide open and he had no trouble putting
his hard cock into my ass.  I felt no pain as he entered me; he
pushed all the way in so that his balls slapped my ass.

He moaned and said he couldn't believe how tight I was, and then he
started to fuck me.  His cock was hard as a steel bar. I swooned as
he fucked me harder and harder, his cock reaming my ass in and out.
I tried to concentrate on the wonderful feeling of his fucking me,
but I was drifting with pleasure and could only feel this huge cock
inside my ass.

He fucked me hard and soft, slow and fast.  After about ten minutes
or so, he said he was going to come.  I kissed him (I don't know
where, just whatever was in reach) and told him I wanted him to
come in my ass.  He picked up the pace of his fucking, and was just
blowing me away with his long, powerful strokes.  He buried his
cock in my ass and fired a huge load of cum into me, after he'd
come he relaxed and lay on top of me until his cock was soft again.
Then he pulled out and rolled partway off me, leaning over to kiss
me deeply on the mouth.

I asked if he had enjoyed fucking me (at our first date he'd lost
his hard-on right after entering me) and he said it had been
wonderful.  He said that his cock had gotten real hard while he was
sucking me and fucking me with the vibrator, and that he'd suddenly
been filled with a need to fuck me himself.  He said coming in my
ass had been the best feeling of all, but he commented that he was
amazed at how easily I'd taken his cock.  I guess you're supposed
to hurt a bit when you get fucked for the first time, especially
when you're being fucked with a big cock (he was, oh, 8 1/2 inches
long and really fat), but I think that it has a lot to do with how
much you want to be fucked.  I wanted to be fucked, so it was easy
and didn't hurt at all.

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He kissed me again and asked if I wanted to fuck him.  I said I
did, but that I also wanted to be fucked again that night if he
could.  He grinned and said he'd try to accommodate me, but he'd
need to rest for a while first.  He suggested we go sit in the hot
tub for a while, so we climbed out of bed.

He headed downstairs in his robe; I stayed behind for a minute
because there was cum dripping out of my ass.  (The next morning
when I went home to the dorms, his cum was still leaking out of my
well-fucked ass.)  I went into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit
and then joined him downstairs (in my open robe).  He was sitting
on the couch and invited me to go ahead and get in the tub; he was
playing with the satellite controls and the TV set, trying to find
a sex channel.  He finally got one of the XXX channels (back then,
there were two or three) and then joined me in the tub.

We snuggled up together in each others arms and relaxed in the
bubbling hot water.  Mostly we made small talk, but a couple of
times over the next hour I gave him short blowjobs to see if he was
ready to fuck me again.  I guess I was already addicted to it; I
wanted it again and soon!  Both times he stopped me after a few
minutes, saying I was going to make him come in my mouth and he
wanted to wait.  I guess I was pretty good at sucking him off!  He
always got real hard when I sucked him; he especially enjoyed it
when I'd run my lips up and down the sides of the shaft, taking the
upper part in my mouth when I reached the tip and taking as much as
I could down my throat before slipping off and sliding back down
the side of the shaft.
After an hour or so, he said he'd had enough hot tub for awhile and
climbed out, toweling himself off.  He put on his robe and went
over to the couch, telling me to take my time if I wanted.  I lay
there for about ten more minutes and then joined him.  He was half
lying, half sitting, (watching a porn movie with lots of fucking
and no plot to speak of), and I sat down in front of him and leaned
back against his chest.  He reached inside my robe and stroked my
cock until it was hard (didn't take long at all).  He was nuzzling
my neck while he gave me the hand job, and when I was breathing
hard he sat up and got off the couch.

He led me upstairs and we climbed into the bed, which was no longer
so neatly made up.  (We fucked pretty wildly, even for two really
horny guys)  He moved down my body and took my cock into his mouth;
giving me a blowjob so I'd be hard when we were ready to fuck.
(Like I needed any urging!  <grin>)  He got on his hands & knees (I
guess he liked to be fucked in that position, or maybe he thought
it would be easier for me since I have a bad back) and presented
his waiting ass to be fucked.  I found the KY under the rumpled
sheets and used it and a couple of fingers to loosen him, then I
moved up against him and fucked his ass with my cock.  At first he
grimaced a bit and said it hurt a little, but I was careful to
enter him slowly and after he'd gotten used to my cock, I started
to fuck him.  We ground together for a while, and then I came in
bucketfuls into his ass.  I pulled out of him when I was soft
again, and he went into the bathroom to drain my cum out of his
ass.  I waited for him in the bed, and he soon joined me for a
repeat session.  He rolled over onto me and started to kiss me, and
when I was breathing hard he pulled me down on the bed and moved up
himself.  I looked down and saw his cock pointing at my face, I
opened my mouth and he put himself into it.  He fucked my mouth for
a  few minutes until he was rock hard again, and then paused long
enough to ask me if I wanted him to come in my mouth or my ass.  I
said I wanted him to come in my ass, so he spread my legs wide and
fell in between them.

Even though it had been awhile, my asshole was still greasy with
his cum and he guided his cock to my asshole.  I shivered with
anticipation when I felt the first contact of his hard cock poking
my asshole.  I relaxed and opened my  asshole with hardly any
pushing on his part, and once again he slid his hard cock into my
ass.  (Maybe I've been lucky, or maybe I just want to be fucked so
much I can't feel pain, but it had been almost two hours and he
just slid right into my ass.)  He fucked me soft, then hard, then
deep, and worked his cock in and out of my ass while I moaned with
pleasure.  If you haven't been fucked, you should be; if you have
been, you probably know what I'm talking about when I tell you how
I was filled with the sensation of his cock fucking my ass.  This
time it only took him a few minutes to come, and he refilled my
thirsty ass with his hot cum.  This time we both knew he'd done all
he could for that night, so he rolled off of me and we fell asleep
in each other's arms.

THE END
Part Three:  The Shower Fucking, coming soon (no pun intended!)