At the Car Wash

By ds elliot

Published on Sep 25, 2004

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At The Car Wash

by ds elliot

This is the story of two men discovering each other.

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Copyright 2004.

This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between two young men. This is a story of intimate sexual contact and discovery. If you are not of legal age in your area to read stories of this nature or if you are offended by stories of this nature, please navigate to another site and stop reading now.

I would appreciate your comments, suggestions, and constructive criticisms. You can contact the author at: dselliot28@yahoo.com

And now to the story...

I'm Jason Edwards. I'm just your typical all American guy, aside from just one minor difference. I happen to be gay. Personally I don't think that is all that different, but there are those among us who would strongly disagree. Be that as it may, being gay was a large part of my life. Hell, it was my sex life -- perhaps the most important part of my life still at my age. I'm 27. I've been gay for as long as I can remember, but really only ever did anything about it when I finally found some space to explore that aspect of my life. The explorations started when I was in college and have continued to this day, and I hope will continue for many years into the future.

Don't get me wrong here... I'm not some slut or whore. I like men. When I see one I like, I do what I can to get close to him -- to see if the feelings are mutual. If they are, well then it's great for both of us. If they aren't, well at least I gain a fantasy that will last for a few weeks or more until the next potential prospect comes into my life. I've never had a 'relationship'. I've never really felt the need to be tied to one person -- yet. I'm sure that one day I will want that, but right now I've more into the fun and excitement of meeting new men and enjoying those encounters. Don't get me wrong here... my sex life isn't a series of one night stands and bathroom sex. When I find someone I'm attracted to and that feeling is shared, I try to get everything possible from the experience. I suppose the best way to explain it is that we enjoy each other until it is time to move on. Sometimes that is a few weeks. Sometimes that is a few months. Rarely has it ever been just a one time thing.

What more can I tell you about me? I'm in sales. It has been a great job for me. I meet lots of people (I'm a very social guy), and I meet lots of people whom I find extremely attractive -- prospects not only for the items I'm selling, but for sex as well. I've been successful. That success has translated into my own townhouse style condo (with huge monthly payments, but it will eventually be mine), a great car (also a huge monthly payment), and the ability to schedule my work time without having some boss breathing down my neck on a daily basis. The job also allows me to pursue my many interests. I have taken a variety of evening classes at the local colleges and technical schools. The result is that I've greatly improved my skills with the camera as well as learned to develop those pictures in my own dark room. I've taken some art classes, though would never claim to be all that talented. I've also learned the art of massage. These little forays into the educational world has been a gold mine for meeting men -- women too, but I'm most interested in the men. These classes have also given me the skills to take a few private and very personal photos when I've found a willing subject, and the skills to develop those pictures. The massage class has helped me to relieve the stress of many a hunk and works as very erotic foreplay especially for those men who may not be absolutely certain they are ready for sex with another man. It's always amazed me how single minded all men get when their penises swell.

Being very social and always being on the lookout for some new man to fuel the flames of my passion and desire leads me to meet men in some rather strange places -- check out lines at the super market, lines at the post office, the gym where I actually work out while looking around, the dealership where I take my car for regular and routine maintenance, sales meetings and presentations, airports and airplanes, hotels, restaurants, the school library and book store, and the car wash that is just down the street from my home.

The car wash was part of a gas station. I'd been filling up at least weekly at this station since I'd moved into the area. I washed my own car when it was first new, but soon tired of that activity. The car wash at this place was unique in that they employed people who washed the car by hand with soft mitts and soft brushes before sending the car into a brushless pressure washing system that basically washed the car again and would apply a spray on wax finish and blow the car dry as it exited. My car was never all that dirty, but it as my pride and joy and also spoke volumes about me to potential clients so I kept it immaculate inside and out. Each week it was washed, waxed, and vacuumed whether it needed it or not.

I'd always stopped at the gas station/car wash on Tuesday evenings on my way home from work, but I'd driven more than usual and needed to fill the tank on the weekend. As I pulled into the station, I decided I may as well get the car washed and waxed as well since it seemed doubtful that I would be back again on the coming Tuesday. After the gas tank was filled, I went inside to pay. The same woman who always seemed to be there on Tuesdays was also here today. We talked briefly as we usually did while she processed my credit card and charged me for my usual wash and wax. I pulled into the line of cars to wait my turn for the wash and wax. I noticed the woman come out of the store and chat briefly with one of the guys washing cars. He looked directly at me as she spoke to him and nodded his head. I suspected she was telling him that I tipped (something unusual at the car wash I guess) if he'd vacuum the car out for me -- a ten minute job at best since it was a two seater and hardly anyone ever sat in the passenger seat.

When it was finally my turn I got out of the car to make small talk with the guy who was washing my car. He was directed and all business as he went to work on my car. He did talk for a little while he worked, but didn't reveal much of himself. He was a damn fine looking young man. I guessed him to be between 18 and 20, probably a student at one of the local colleges, and in good physical condition. When he'd finished washing the car, I got back inside to take it through the pressure washing system. Before I closed the door he told me that he would meet me on the other side to check on the wash job and to vacuum out the car if I wanted him to do that. I agreed -- anything to spend a few more minutes with this young man. He was waiting as my car was slowly eased through the blowers and into the warm spring air. He walked around the car assessing the wash and wax. His smile seemed to indicate that he was pleased with his and the machines work. He directed me to a vacuum unit a short distance away. I got out of the car while he inserted a key that started the vacuum and went to work on the inside. It was impossible to talk over the noise of the vacuum so I used the time to admire his fine upturned ass as he cleaned the floor of the car. When he finished I thanked him for the fine job. He had a dazzling smile that brought out small dimples and sparkling eyes. I asked if he'd just started to work here. He told me that he worked weekends during the school year and usually Wednesday through Friday evenings. I complimented him on the find job he did as well as thanked him for taking the time to check out the car after it came out of the wash system. Other kids had cleaned my car and vacuumed it in the past, but none of them seemed too interested in their work or whether or not I was pleased with the work. This kid seemed to be genuinely concerned about the finished product and my satisfaction. I asked his name. He introduced himself as Joey. I introduced myself to him. We shook hands. I handed him a $5.00 bill and told him I'd be coming on Saturday from now on so he could clean my car. His smile told me he was pleased. He advised me to come earlier in the day -- before 11:00 so that I wouldn't have to wait in line since most of the business was after the noon hour.

I continued to have my car gassed up, washed, waxed, and vacuumed each Saturday before 11:00. Each time Joey was there to attend to my car. If he wasn't out washing cars when I pulled in, he always made a point to be at the wash station when it was my turn. He continued to do a great job with my car, and I continued to tip him $5.00 at each visit. Each time I got to know a little more about Joey. We didn't spend a lot of time talking since he was all about getting the assigned work done in a timely fashion, but I did learn where he went to school, what he was studying, that he lived with his mother (parents were divorced), that he was the youngest of three boys, that he had a girlfriend, he played high school football and ran track but now worked out at the school gym and played in a weekly hoops pick up game at the college. One Saturday I learned that Joey would be celebrating his 20th birthday the coming week. It seemed his girlfriend was taking him someplace special for the night. We talked a little about that before he finished the car. When I got out my wallet to tip him, I handed him a $20.00 bill instead of the usual $5.00. He told me he'd get me some change. I told him it was an early birthday present that he might want to use on condoms since it sounded like he was going to have a good time with his girlfriend. He blushed and smiled as he thanked me for the gift.

Naturally I asked him about his birthday present when I saw him the next weekend. He didn't go into any details, but said that he had a nice time. I didn't push him for more information. We weren't exactly best friends. Still the guy was a walking fantasy. His wavy chestnut colored hair had hints of gold from the sun. He was about my height and weight and in good physical condition from what I could see through the uniform he was forced to wear -- navy blue long pants with a light blue button down short sleeved shirt. We talked about everything, but nothing in great detail. Usually our time together was limited to about 30minutes and some of that was with the vacuum running so it wasn't possible to learn much more than his superficial ideas, thoughts, and feelings.

The Saturday routine had been going on for around four months when the July heatwave hit hard. Every day had been hotter than the day before. Saturday was already hot by 9:00 in the morning. I pulled into the station at the typical time. As Joey washed my car I could tell that he had to be miserable. The water that was always present in this area was anything but comforting. It made the heat seem muggy. His usually dry and carefree hair was clinging to his forehead and face. He was sweating, and he'd only been on the job since 8:00. As we chatted he asked what my plans were for the day. I told him I had some errands to run then planned to sit in the shade on my patio and sip ice cold beer. He said that sounded like the perfect way to spend a hot day. I grabbed the opportunity to invite him to my place to share some of that ice cold beer. He told me he wasn't scheduled to be off until 3:30. I persisted in inviting him to stop by after work since I didn't think I'd be starting on the beer much before then. I could see a slight hint of interest in his eyes so I wrote my home address on the back of one of my business cards and gave him directions. I was only about six blocks away. I told him to come join me and we'd relax and drink beer and eat. He told me he'd try to stop by when he finished his shift.

The errands I had to run now increased by an additional stop at the super market for a case of good beer and food. I decided to pick up some steaks, corn on the cob, some fresh fruit, some chips and dip, and the fixings for a salad so I'd have easy options if this young stud could be talked into staying longer than it took to down a couple of free beers.

Back home I tidied up the place and stored my purchases. I lounged in the sun for an hour before deciding that I couldn't take any more of the direct light. I took a cool and relaxing shower and told myself not to get too far ahead of myself. Hell, I didn't even know for sure that Joey would actually show up. I was more than a little excited, nervous, and giddy as 3:30 approached. By 4:00 I had resigned myself to the fact that the kid just wasn't going to show up. I was in the process of verbally kicking myself when the doorbell chimed at about 4:10. When I opened the door, Joey was standing there completely soaked with a bit of a sheepish grin on his face. He told me that he and some of the guys had a bit of a water fight at work. The result was that one of them dumped the five gallon bucket of soapy water over his head. He said that he just wanted to stop by to tell me that had happened and since he was soaked to the skin he was just going to head home to shower and change into dry clothes. I didn't want to give this fantasy a chance to escape. I somehow knew if I let that happen he wouldn't be back and inviting him again would seem too desperate on my part so I told him that I had a shower he was welcome to use and since we were about the same size I had shorts and shirts he was welcome to wear. He smiled and accepted my offer.

He took off his sopping wet boots outside the front door and left them at the entrance to my place to dry out in the sun. My condo was designed with the bedrooms and main bathrooms on the second floor and the living space and a partial bathroom on the main floor. I brought Joey up to the second floor and into my bedroom. I showed him into the bathroom. I went to the hall linen closet to grab a towel for him. The door was not tightly closed, but I knocked first and waited until he opened it before I attempted to enter. He was standing there in a pair of wet white boxers. I could tell that he had a very pleasing package as the wet fabric clung to his skin. The rest of his body was damn nice too. I tried my best not to stare or be too obvious as I told him about shampoo, tooth paste and new tooth brushes as well as deodorant if he wanted it. Before I left the room he, turned and bent over to turn on the water. Those damn boxers clung to his ass in the most seductive way. I felt like I was drooling as I pulled the door nearly closed and told him I'd put out some clothes for him on the bed. I told him to pick what he wanted and that I'd see him downstairs when he was finished.

I put out some cargo shorts as well as some swim trunks with a build in supporter, I also left out a new pair of boxers and a couple of shirts if he wanted to wear one. I was just wearing a pair of shorts because of the heat and prayed he'd do the same, but wanted to make sure he was comfortable at the same time. I wasn't sure what he thought about all of this. How many times does the kid who washes cars at the gas station get invited to the home of a customer? I was sure that it didn't happen all that often if ever. He had to be a little wary, but at the same time he was in the bathroom in just his wet boxers. He could have just taken the towel through the door, but he opened it and stepped back to allow me to enter. My head was swimming a bit. I think most of that was the result of having resigned myself to the fact that he wasn't coming only to have him show up late. I chalked it up to being off my game as I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen for a cold beer. After talking a big gulp of the beer, I grabbed a bucket to fill with ice then packed five cold beers into the iced bucket to take to the patio. I was relaxed and comfortable. I was just finishing my first beer when Joey walked out in the cargo shorts and flopped down in the chair near mine and grabbed a beer from the bucket.

I helped myself to another while we made small talk about the water fight and his work and a bit later about what I did. I went into the kitchen to get some snack items -- the fresh fruit tray, some mixed nuts, and chips and dip. I put all the things on the table between us as we continued to talk. Joey was much smarter than I originally thought. He talked easily and with knowledge on several topics. He smiled easily and liked to tell dumb jokes that one couldn't help but laugh at if only because of the joy telling the joke seemed to bring to Joey.

As always seems to be the case -- especially when steered by a master -- the conversation eventually turned to sex. I learned that Joey had been dumped by his girlfriend a few weeks before. It seems that they fought a lot over stupid little things -- she always being very jealous and accusing him of things he hadn't done. We talked about girls for a long while until finally he got up enough beer courage to ask me if I was gay. I didn't lie to him. He said that he didn't have a problem with that at all, and made sure to include the he wasn't gay himself. He never seemed too stressed or uncomfortable about my sexual preference -- probably again due to the beer we were consuming. Neither of us was at all drunk -- just comfortable and relaxed. I told him that I hoped we could be friends despite our differences, and he assured me that he was cool with that. I really doubted he'd have come if he wasn't at least cool with the idea and more than likely just a little curious. I knew the revelation hadn't just come to him. It was apparent that he'd thought about this prior to coming, and the beer just made it easier to ask.

We snacked and drank for over an hour when Joey started to stretch out his arm. When I asked if he had a muscle problem, he told me that he'd strained it during a basketball game. I told him that I could help with his strained muscle. He asked how. I explained that I was a licensed massage therapist. He laughed and said,

"Yeah right!"

"Actually, Joey, I really am. I spend a lot of my free time in the evenings taking classes at the local colleges and tech schools. Massage therapy interested me so I took the class and actually got licensed. I have the certificate upstairs and would be happy to show it to you."

"You really know massage? My shoulder has been killing me this past week. It's started to bother my lower back too. This isn't just some scheme to get me into your bedroom is it?"

"No it isn't. The massage table is in the closet of the room I use as my home office. There isn't a bed in that room. I'm sure I can help with your shoulder and back pain. Have you ever had a massage before?"

"No. Are you for real? You really are a massage therapist?"

"I honestly am. You're in for a real treat. I decided to take the class because I couldn't believe how great I felt after my first massage. My whole body just seemed to relax and melt into the table. It was like all of the stress and strains were rubbed out of my body and left me floating and so peaceful. I decided I wanted to be able to do that too, but never really thought about doing it for money. Mostly I give some of my friends massages when they need one. It gives me practice and saves them a bunch of money. Come on upstairs with me. I'll show you what I mean. If you don't like it just tell me. I don't want to increase your stress level if it makes you uncomfortable."

"Okay... sure."

With that we each grabbed another beer and made out way to the third bedroom/home office on the second floor. As Joey went into the bathroom to get rid of some of the beer I set up the massage table and placed a fresh sheet over the top of the table. I also took out some massage oil and went to the other bathroom to also get rid of some beer and to warm the oil container under the hot water. When I got back to the room, Joey was standing by the table and taking a drink from his bottle. I handed him a towel and told him to wrap it around his waist and take off the shorts. He looked at me at first with a look that said he was assessing again whether or not to trust me. Since he did as I told him, I guess he decided to trust me. I told him to lay on his stomach on the table and to place his face in the ring at the head of the table. He would thus be able to keep his neck straight and still be able to breathe and see. I made sure to tell him what I was going to do before I did anything to make sure that I maintained his trust. The first thing I did was to have him raise his hips slightly as I pulled the towel open but still left it covering his ass. I told him this would allow me to work his lower back more easily and would keep him from the discomfort of laying on the bunched up towel. I applied the warm, mildly scented oil to my hands and began working at his neck.

Joey purred as I worked the stiff muscles in his right shoulder. I was gently and thorough. I had decided that I would treat him to a full body massage before I began, but I wanted to ease some of the pain first to help him relax and to bolster his level of trust. It seemed to work. I worked his arms down to his fingers and palms of his hands. I couldn't see his face, but from the pleasurable sounds that occasionally escaped his lips I knew he was enjoying his first massage. I worked to his lower back and again was rewarded with the audible sounds of pleasure. I worked both his legs. As I worked on his upper thighs he moved his legs apart to allow me more access to what had previously been a private area. I could easily see his nearly hairless sac and large balls between his legs. I had to fight the urge to touch -- even "accidentally" touch. After that I pulled the towel down and massaged that perfect ass. The muscles were hard, but yielded as much as they could to my ministrations. From the sounds he was making I could tell that he was not only relaxed but greatly enjoying the new experience.

When I finished the back side I held the towel and asked him to roll over onto his back. He told me he couldn't. I knew why and told him not to be bothered by an erection. I built his confidence by telling him that it was a common occurrence. He sighed and rolled over onto his back. I kept the towel hiding what I so wanted to see, but I wanted him to continue to trust me. As he settled comfortably into the new position I started once again at the top of his body -- working his temples and neck and arms again. I worked over his chest and greatly enjoyed rubbing his pecs and seeing his nipples harden -- begging to be teased, pulled, nibbled, and more. I allowed myself the momentary pleasure of teasing them with my slippery fingers before moving to Joey's feet.

If there was an easy and direct path to Joey, it lead through his feet. He smiled at the first touch and squirmed on the table as I worked my magic on each foot. As I worked on each toe I watched his hard dick twitch and buck raising the towel from his mid section. When I finished with his feet I realized that I had been working on him for an hour. My hands were beginning to ache, but I wanted to so get that towel off and see the prize that was hidden from my sight. I rubbed up his legs to his upper thighs. He moved his legs apart to allow me access, but I didn't have any reason to take the towel away other than my own personal enjoyment. As I worked his upper thighs his dick continued to twitch and tempt me. Without opening his eyes and with the smile still on his face he said,

"I bet you really want to massage the muscle under that towel don't you."

"That muscle looks like it needs some special attention."

"Oh yeah? And what kind of special attention does it need?"

"Well, I can't be positive until I actually examine it, but I think it might need a special tongue massage."

"Oh yeah?" he snickered. "I bet you'd like to get your hands on it."

"That and more. Are you interested? I've done a good job relaxing the rest of your body. I'm sure my special tongue massage would take care of that one too."

"I'm not one of those guys who gets off on a blow job. It's great to have some chick's mouth around my dick, but she could probably suck on it all night and I still wouldn't cum. Some guys just don't get off by a blow job, and I'm one of those guys."

"You haven't had one of mine. I bet you'd get off. I'd certainly like to try."

"Knock yourself out dude, but I've had plenty of girls try, and I ain't never cum yet. I'm sure some guy isn't gonna make me bust a nut by just suckin' on my dick, but you're welcome to try for a little while anyway."

Not being one to waste an opportunity, I slowly pulled the towel from his previously private parts to reveal a throbbing seven inches of rock hard boy meat. As I flung the towel to the floor I grabbed the sheet under his body and pulled both him and the sheet down the table to make access to his nearly perfect dick a bit easier for me. When I had him in the position I wanted I moved his legs apart. I licked at his sac -- teasing the skin and nibbling on it as I lapped at the orbs inside. I sucked each one into my mouth and let it roll around my tongue. When they were soaked with my saliva I let them slip from my mouth and headed to that tender area behind the sac. I licked and nibbled that area as I pushed his knees up towards his chest to grant me better access. As I did this I couldn't help but notice that sweet puckered opening to his soul. He had perspired some from sitting in the sun. His scent was intoxicating -- a strange mixture of boy/man smells that were uniquely Joey. I couldn't resist. I had to taste the essence of him as my tongue probed closer to his hole.

Joey was occasionally moaning his pleasures as I ministered to his needs. He gave no indication this area was off limits to me so I continued further until I was swirling my tongue around the tender pucker and soon lapping over the opening -- trying to gently tease it to open for me. I had been holding Joey's legs up as I worked my magic. I was mildly surprised when he used his own hands to pull his legs back even further to allow me continued and further access. I didn't wait. I prodded the opening with my tongue until it began to yield. Within moments my tongue had gained access and was tasting and teasing his most private place. He seemed completely relaxed as he allowed my tongue complete access. I could tell this was a new experience for Joey. His moans had become words that indicated how much he liked this new adventure. I continued licking, tongue fucking, and nibbling at his back door until my jaw muscles tired. I licked and nibbled and kissed my way back to where I started and then licked up his throbbing dick to the dark red head. I licked up the precum that had oozed from the opening as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head. His dick bucked and twitched as my tongue ran over the head of his spear. As it bucked I opened my mouth and allowed it inside. His deep sigh as he exhaled told me he was content.

I slowly started to go down is dick and back to the head -- each time taking a bit more of his dick into my mouth. When the head of his dick reached the back of my throat, I swallowed and opened my throat to take it all. It slipped in easily, like it was made to fit. As he sighed, I moaned. My attempt at sound vibrated the head of his dick that was lodged in my throat. Joey's hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair as he started to pant. I pulled back to the head of his dick and swirled my tongue over the head and toyed with the sensitive area just below. He was pulling and my hair and trying to push my head down. I allowed him his wish as I once again took him all the way inside. I started to fondle his full balls as the sac started to tighten. I allowed my fingers to graze over his pulsing hole as the muscles contracted and relaxed. Still wet from my previous attention, I worked my finger over the opening until it gave way and seemed to welcome me inside.

Joey bucked his hips up and slowly settled back down to the table which forced more of my finger inside. His moaning was louder and deeper as he pulled up a bit and sank lower still -- as if trying to get more of it inside. I continued to bob up and down on his dick and he squirmed on the table -- not seeming to know which direction to go for the intense pleasures that were at opposite sides of his body. He would thrust up to get his dick in my throat and then slam down to get more of my finger in is ass. Joey was grunting and babbling, nearly mad with the sexual pleasures he was experiencing. I moved my finger inside to rub against his prostate. When I found it he bucked wildly up and back on my finger again to get more of the pleasures I was providing. As I probed that swollen gland once again, his dick started to swell. I knew he was about to experience his first orgasm from a blow job. I was just damn glad I could be the one to show him that he really wasn't one of 'those guys'.

I ran my tongue over the head again and down the shaft. That was all it seemed to take. Joey pushed down on my head as I took his dick deep and it began to erupt in my throat and then my mouth as I pulled back to breathe. This was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever witnessed. He whole body trembled on the table. My finger was being squeezed by the contractions of his sphincter muscles. I thought I'd be lucky to have any hair left on my head as Joey pulled and pushed with handfuls of my hair to guide the process. He was loud when he came shouting "Oh... Fuck!" over and over. I didn't have time to consider what the neighbors might be thinking. My goal was to avoid being impaled on his still hard cock so I could breathe.

Joey finally released the hold he had on my hair. When he did that his sphincter muscles relaxed and allowed my finger to escape. I moved my finger as soon as it was free. The contractions were so strong I wondered to myself if it was broken. As I slowly raised up, his dick slipped from my throat and mouth. He was still fairly hard, but not the steel hard he'd been moments before. His eyes were closed, but he had the most peaceful and angelic smile on his face. His body had an almost rosey pink glow. He was still working to get his breathing under control as I picked up the towel from the floor. I wiped my hands and face then looked for my beer. I chugged most of the bottle.

I watched Joey come down from the sexual high. I knew that he was likely using the time to process what had just happened. Straight guys didn't often handle the aftermath of sex with another man very well. Joey wasn't some small guy. If he wanted to do damage to me, I knew that he could. I wasn't a slouch and could take care of myself, but I didn't want to hurt him -- and I didn't want him to hurt me. This was that awkward time as I waited for the unknown to reveal itself so I could respond as needed. At worst there might be a fight. At best he'd thank me. I hoped for that or something in the middle. When Joey finally did open his eyes he pushed himself up a bit and leaned back on his elbows. He looked down at his still partially hard dick and then at me. He said,

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

"That was my special tongue massage. It works every time." I said as I smiled at him.

"Fuck! That was intense. I need to think about this. What the fuck happened here?"

I handed him the shorts he'd had on earlier as I said, "It was a full body massage. I'm sure it all probably seems strange to you right now, but don't let it freak you out. You haven't changed. You are still the same guy you were before."

He sat up then got off the table and pulled the shorts back on. He looked at me with a quizzical look in his eyes. I said,

"Lets go downstairs and get a cold beer. I know we could both probably use one about now."

"Yeah..." he said as I rested my hand on his shoulder and guided him out the door and down the stairs.

As he drank the beer he just looked at me. I could see questions flashing behind his eyes, but he didn't ask any of them. I suspected the questions were coming too fast and not really in any logical order. I figured he'd need some time to process -- think it through and come to some terms with what had happened before he'd be able to ask any of those questions that were rapidly firing through his head. I really hoped he'd get to the point where he'd actually ask some of the questions. Joey was a great guy. I got a fantasy to play out, but I really wasn't that shallow to only want that. I honestly liked the guy. I hoped we could be friends -- and hopefully friends with benefits if he could cope. From his facial expressions I couldn't tell what he was thinking or which way it would go.

"Hey, Jason... Ummm... I think I need to get going. I... ahh.. I don't really know what all happened here. I... ahh... I gotta think."

"Joey, I know you must have a lot of questions. I hope you'll come back to talk about them when you are ready. You're a great guy. I'd like it if we could be friends. You're welcome to stay and talk. It might help. I can make dinner for us."

"No... I gotta go. Ahh... thanks for the beer. I'll see ya."

He was out the door in a flash. I don't think it occurred to either of us that his wet clothes were still on the floor of the upstairs bathroom. I didn't notice it until I went up to shower before going out to dinner. No point in cooking for just myself.

Before I left he house I tossed his clothes in the washer. I'd dry them when I came back. I took his boots off the front landing and put them on the patio. I didn't want to leave them there. I was sullen through dinner and on the drive back home. For the first time I thought I'd perhaps gone too far. Joey was one of the youngest guys I'd been with since college. I was worried that I'd hurt him. It occurred to me that I'd probably have to find a new place to get my car washed or at least take it there on a day he didn't work. What bothered me most is that I actually liked the guy. I drank a few more beers that night as I thought about the events of the day. I couldn't deny that it was one of the hottest experiences I'd ever had. I knew that I'd have plenty of fantasy material to last a month or more. The guy was a hunk. When the dryer stopped, I removed his clothes and folded them. I brought his boots inside and placed them on the dryer next to his clothes. I wasn't sure if he'd come back for them or not, but I wanted them to be ready if he did -- especially if he just wanted to grab his things and get the hell away quickly.

I don't know how many times I relived the experience with Joey in my dreams that night, but I was damn hard and horny when I woke up. I jacked myself before I even thought about getting out of the bed. It was Sunday... nothing planned. I did some household chores and put the massage table back in the closet. I changed my bed and did a couple loads of laundry. I was sitting out in the sun sipping on another beer and reading the newspaper when the doorbell chimed. I looked at the clock on the way to the door... almost 5:00. Time to think about dinner soon. Opening the door I found Joey standing there. He blushed when he saw me. I invited him inside and offered him a beer. He said,

"I just stopped by to pick up my clothes. I forgot them yesterday when I left."

"Yeah... I didn't realize you'd left them until I went to take a shower later that evening. Would you like to have a beer... maybe talk a little?"

"I don't know what we'd talk about..."

"The weather, sports, politics... or maybe what happened yesterday. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Yeah... I guess I''ll have a beer."

We each took a beer and headed to the patio. He nearly finished the first beer before he said much more than yes and no -- and mostly no. I didn't try to tempt him into a replay of the previous day. I was just asking questions to try to determine if he was gonna be fine with all of this. It was hard to tell with just the yes and no answers so asked if he had any questions.

"Yeah... lots... I don't know that you can answer them though. It seems like stuff I've gotta figure our for myself."

"What kinds of questions are you asking yourself?"

"Stuff like... How did I let this happen? How come I guy could suck me off and a girl couldn't? Why I came here in the first place when I had a feeling you were gay and maybe after me? Does this mean I'm gay cause a guy got me off? What does it mean that I actually liked it? That was like the first 'whole body' orgasm I've ever had. It felt like my fuckin' nuts were gonna explode and my brain was gonna short circuit. I never shot so hard or so much. Last night when I was in bed thinking about it my dick was fuckin' hard. I jacked off thinking about you suckin' my dick... suckin' on my nuts... eatin' my ass. I shot hard again! What does that mean? I don't think these are questions you can answer."

"You're right for the most part. I can tell you that you're the same guy you were before... you just have some new and different experiences. I don't think they are or should be thought about as life altering experiences. I'm sure you like girls just as much today and yesterday. I don't think sex with them will be any different than it was before."

"What did you get out of it? I mean... did you jack yourself while you were doin' me?"

"No... I didn't do that until this morning. I was too worried about you last evening to even think about that. Look... I didn't intend for that to happen when I offered the massage. I mean... I hoped it would, but I didn't plan for it to happen. It just did. It was damn hot -- probably the hottest experience I've had in a damn long time. Thanks by the way. I didn't get to say that yesterday I don't think."

"I don't know if I should say 'You're Welcome' or not. Maybe I should be thanking you. Maybe I should be punching you in the mouth..."

"I was prepared for that response."

"What? Guys beat you up for trying that with them?"

"No... but I suppose it is always a potential response especially if the other person isn't totally into the whole thing."

"That's just it... I think I was into the whole thing. I'm the one who told you to suck away. I honestly didn't think I'd cum. I guess I figured you'd suck on it for 10 or 15 minutes and get tired of it. I didn't even think all that other shit would feel so damn good."

"At least now you know you cum from good head. The next girl who goes down on it will likely get a mouthful..."

"It's hard enough to find one who actually will suck. I doubt I'm gonna find a girl who wants to eat me ass. I think that is what put me over the edge. Fuck... I couldn't think straight when you started that shit."

"It was a new experience for you. Now that you know you like it, you'll have to find a girl who is into it. I'm sure there are a few out there who will do it for a stud like you. Shit... you're a hot guy. Any girl would be a fool not to do what makes you happy."

"I haven't found one yet."

"You're still young. You'll find one. Just keep looking."

We were nearly finished with out second beer. Joey told me he was meeting his dad for dinner and had to leave. I got his clothes from the laundry room. He was pleased that the clothes were clean and dry. At the door I asked,

"So if it's gonna be awkward for you to clean the car on Saturday I can always go a different day when you aren't there. I don't want to make you relive all of this if you want to put it behind you."

"I've been thinking about that, and I just don't know. Maybe a couple of weeks will help me gain some perspective and help me come to terms with it."

"Sure... I understand. I'll find a different time... maybe go back to Tuesday after work. If you ever do want to talk just stop over. I'd really like us to be friends even if it doesn't happen again. I know that is probably a lot to ask, but the door is open to you."

"I don't know if I can right now, but thanks... I appreciate it. Right now I just need to get this figured out for myself."

When Joey left I had a sinking feeling that I'd probably seen him for the last time. I couldn't blame him really, but it wasn't the outcome I wanted. Three weeks passed and no visits or calls from Joey. I'd decided to work harder to put him out of my mind and move on. Strangely I'd pretty much stopped looking at other guys during this time. That was a strange situation for me -- one that hadn't happened before.

August arrived. It was still damn hot -- one of the hottest summers we'd had in many years. I was taking vacation the second and third weeks of August. My last Friday at work was spent finishing up loose ends for two weeks away. This was the first time I really hadn't planned a trip during my vacation. Usually I took my vacations in warmer locales, but with such consistently good weather here I decided to save the money and play tourist at home. I had some projects at home to take care of too. I wanted to paint the main floor of the condo. I'd purchased the paint and necessary supplies. My plan was to start on Saturday and not put it off until the last minute. I was excited by the project until it was actually time to start. I was finished with the living room and had just finished cleaning up the roller and brushes when the doorbell rang. My first thought was that if this was a friend stopping by to visit he'd be catching hell for waiting until I was finished painting. I was wiping my hands on a towel when I opened the front door. There stood Joey with that angelic smile on his face.

"Come on in! I've been painting."

"Yeah... I can see that.

"Nothing like stating the obvious... Come on in! Can I get you a beer? I'm done with the painting for the day and really need one myself."

"Sure, I'll have one. Don't want you drinking alone or you'll have to start going to meetings." He laughed.

Once out on the patio I took off the old shoes I was wearing and removed the coveralls I had on. I was wearing shorts under them. I was relishing the refreshing taste of the golden liquid and sighed after my first long drink.

"Damn, that tastes good! So how ya been? I'm really glad to see you."

"Yeah... I haven't seen you for a long while... over a month I think. What have you been up to?"

"I just started my vacation... two weeks with nothing planned other than to paint the main floor of the condo. I'm already regretting that project. It sounded so easy until I actually got into it. I should have hired someone to do it for me."

"You need some help?"

"If you're offering... Sure!"

"I've painted before. It isn't exactly my favorite thing to do, but I don't mind helping a friend."

"Oh... I'd pay you for your help. I'd never expect anyone to do this for nothing. It's hard work."

"I can always use the extra money. My biggest tipper stopped coming in on my shift so my income has fallen off." he chuckled. "I'd probably also need a massage too after painting each day."

"Massages are always free to you. In fact it would probably be a good idea to have a massage prior to actually starting the work so you are nice and limber and relaxed from the start. It might help keep the muscles from tensing up too much while we're painting."

"I hadn't thought of that, but it does sound like a reasonable idea."

"Damn... I just caught a whiff of myself. I need a shower."

"Oh that's what it is. I thought perhaps there was a decaying body out here somewhere."

"Thanks smart ass..." I laughed at his humor. "I really should take a shower. Why don't you grab another beer and talk to me while I shower... or you can just relax here if you'd rather."

"I'll go up with you."

We walked up the stairs together talking about all that had happened since we last talked. We both walked into the bathroom together. I took a piss as we kept up the conversation and got in the shower. It didn't take me long to wash off. He handed me a towel when I stepped out of the shower. He said,

"You're in pretty good shape. What do you do just lift weights?"

"I do that, but I also play some Squash, Racket Ball, Tennis on occasion. When I've got time I play basketball at the gym. They are always looking for guys to join the pick up games."

"So I thought all gay guys were like... well, not in such good condition. I thought they didn't like sports and stuff like that."

"I know what you're saying. I had the same questions when I first realized my attraction to the same sex. I didn't think I could be gay since I liked sports a lot and participated in most of them. Later on I realized that many of the guys at the gym were also gay... not all mind you, but many of them. We don't all fit the typical stereotype."

By then I was basically dry. We headed to the bedroom. I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. Joey said,

"Damn... I still have that pair of shorts you gave me when I was first here. I intended to bring them to you today. I didn't mean to keep them."

"Have you been wearing them?"

He blushed and said, "Yeah.. a few times. I really like them."

"Keep 'em. I've got plenty. Besides they looked good on you -- probably better on you than on me."

"Yeah... you're right about that." he said as he laughed.

I couldn't help laughing with him. When we stopped laughing Joey asked,

"Jason... you ready for another beer?"

"Yeah... I'm just gonna comb this mop and brush my teeth. I swear I can taste paint."

"Back in a flash! Do you mind if I have another one too?"

"Not at all. Your my guest so help yourself. You hungry at all? There at chips in the cupboard by the stove and dip in the fridge. Grab what you want."

"Thanks, but just the beer for right now."

Joey sat the beer down on the bathroom counter as I started to put toothpaste on my brush. He walked back into the bedroom as I brushed and rinsed. When I came into the bedroom with my fresh beer in hand, I saw he'd kicked off his shoes and was stretched out on the bed with his head propped up by the pillows. He said,

"That beer is gonna take awful after brushing your teeth."

"Not any worse than the taste of paint I had in my mouth before I brushed." I clinked my bottle against his and said, "Cheers!"

"Cheers! This bed is damn comfortable."

"You're welcome to use it if you like."

"Oh yeah? What's the catch?"

"Well, that depends... what did you want to use it for? You got a new girlfriend and need a place to bang her?"

He blushed a deep red then said, "I don't think it would be a good idea to bring a girl here for sex. It would probably end up a threesome with me in the middle."

"And that is a bad thing?"

Joey laughed and said, "I don't know for sure, but it sounds pretty kinky."

"You're welcome to stay here if you like. I do have a guest room too if you don't want to sleep with me. Of course this bed is certainly big enough for two."

"You really are a schemer... I might have to steal some of your lines." he chuckled.

"Don't steal them until you're sure they work, and right now it looked like that one failed."

Laughing he said, "The night is still young, and I'm sure you've got a lot more you're just waiting to try."

My stomach began a slow rumble reminding me that I had skipped lunch. I told Joey I was starving and invited him to join me for something to eat. I grabbed a shirt from the closet and slipped on a pair of sandals. Joey sat up and finished his beer as he slipped his shoes back on. We headed downstairs and out to the garage. We drove to a casual Teriyaki Restaurant a few miles from my place. The food was good, and more importantly at this moment the portions were large. We ordered and ate a huge meal. I was stuffed when we finished, and Joey looked to be in the same condition. As we approached the car I handed Joey the keys and asked if he'd like to drive. His huge grin told me that he really wanted to drive my car. We took the long way home -- the really long way. We drove around a couple of cruising spots along strips of beach. Joey was traveling slow enough to check out the ladies and be checked out himself. The kid was in heaven it seemed. The huge smile on his face spoke of the happiness within.

Back at my place we settled on the patio for a few more beers. The talk was unimportant and inconsequential -- just pleasant chatter between friends. More important at least to me were the times of comfortable silence -- periods where neither of us felt the urge to chatter aimlessly simply to fill the void. The sun had set. The temperature had cooled some, but it was a very pleasant evening. Joey turned to me and asked,

"You feel up to giving me another massage?"

"Sure... anything you like."

"Great! I've been wanting another massage from you for a long time. That first one was enough to make me addicted to them."

"Another full body massage it is then..."

"Maybe we could just go right to the special tongue massage... I don't think I could make it through the full body massage knowing that was coming."

"Sure... lets head upstairs..."

As we made our way up the steps I turned to head to the third bedroom. Joey stopped. I noticed him looking toward my bedroom. I asked,

"Would you me more comfortable on my bed? It's much more comfortable than the table."

"Yeah... it is more comfortable... I just... I ahh... I don't know if I could do anything for you."

"You don't have to. If you want to try something that is fine with me. There isn't any requirement other than that you enjoy yourself."

"What about you though? What do you get out of it?"

"I get the pleasure of giving you pleasure. There is nothing better than that! Besides I can always take care of myself."

"That doesn't really seem fair though..."

"We aren't keeping score."

"Ok..."

In my bedroom Joey sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks. He asked,

"You want me to shower first? I mean I did before I came over, but well..."

"No... I'd rather taste you than the soap in the bathroom."

He smiled and stripped. I'd kicked off my sandals and took off my shirt. I told him to get comfortable on the bed. As he settled on the bed he spread his legs apart. His dick was already hard and leaking... throbbing with each beat of his heart. I had a feeling this might not take too long. I started to climb on the bed when Joey said,

"Take off your shorts too."

I did. He looked me over then focused on my erection. He said,

"I think we are about the same size. Are you really into this?"

"Oh yeah... can't you tell? I don't usually get a raging hard on when I climb into bed. The idea of a special tongue massage and you have got me excited."

With that I climbed between his legs. I stroked and lightly squeezed his thighs. Joey seemed to calm some and sink into the mattress. I leaned in to kiss and lick each thigh. As I did he spread them further apart allowing me complete access to his body. I twirled my fingers in his pubic hair as I leaned forward to lick at his nipples. He moaned as I nipped at them and then sucked one and finally the other into my mouth. As I left his chest I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his face showed pure bliss. I licked my way to his navel where I lapped up the precum that had accumulated there. I ran my tongue down his hard shaft as made my way to his plump testicles. Kissing, licking, and nipping on the sac caused it to draw tighter, but I was not ready for that yet. I bathed each orb in my mouth as I listened to Joey's moans and sighs of complete contentment.

He seemed to sense when I was ready to go lower, or perhaps he was just ready for me to make my way there. He pulled his knees to his chest and held them up offering me access. He tasted better than I remembered. That musky scent was strong, but pleasant -- for me an aphrodisiac. He was overwhelming my senses as my tongue licked the tightly puckered entrance. Amazingly though the muscle relaxed as my tongue ran over the opening -- inviting me inside. I couldn't wait! My tongue made an easy entrance inside the relaxed tunnel opening. Joey moaned loudly. His vocal expressions of the pleasure I was giving him encouraged me on. I inserted my finger along with my tongue as I licked him while prodding his prostate. I knew I was where he wanted me to be as he sighed, "Yesss.... oh, yesss..."

I removed my tongue and added an additional finger with which to probe inside. His grunts told me he was working to accommodate both fingers. His sighs and whispered moans told me he was enjoying the process. When I took his dick in my mouth, I stopped all movement and just allowed it to throb against my tongue. I could feel the pace of his heart beat and was awash in the intimacy we were sharing. I felt Joey grab my hair and knew that he couldn't wait much more. I began bobbing on his rock hard dick -- slowly at first. Once I was accustomed to him I took him deep in my throat. Joey bucked his hips up while holding tightly onto my hair in an effort to get further inside me. I slowly rode up the length and back down again. Joey was bucking his hips in an effort to set the pace he wanted. My goal was to go slow to make it last. His was to go faster as he raced toward his climax. I yielded to his wishes and allowed him to fuck my face at the pace he preferred. My fingers in his ass seemed to push him to the edge. He held on tight as he buried his dick deep in my throat. I felt it swell and start rocketing cum directly inside me. His first few shots seemed amazingly strong and powerful. He relaxed his grip on my head which allowed me to pull back some to breathe and collect the remaining bursts in my mouth. He tasted as wonderful as I remembered!

As his orgasm wound down to gentle aftershocks and his breathing became steady, I released his still hard dick from my mouth and lapped up what little cum had dripped out of my mouth. I sat on my heals between his legs admiring his body and silently thanking him for not only coming back but for allowing us both to experience this amazing feat once again. As he opened his eyes and could focus his eyes and his thoughts he said,

"I don't know how you fuckin' do that man... It's the most intense think I've ever experienced. I thought the first time was a fluke or something, but this time was as good or better than the first. I fuckin' feel like I died and went to heaven. How do you fuckin' do that?"

"I think it's all you. You inspire me. If I got that same response from every guy, I'd be selling my talents." I chuckled...

"You're still hard." he said as he looked at me. I was far enough away that he couldn't reach out and touch me, but his hand moved in my direction.

"I'll take care of that later. Right now I need something to drink. Having that big dick of yours halfway down my throat makes me thirsty. I'm gonna grab a beer. Can I get something for you?"

"Beers fine..."

I grabbed the ones we had in the room to take down to the kitchen. Mine still had some left so I guzzled it on the way to get more. Hard cocks in my throat made it seem dry and scratchy afterwards. While I was getting the beer I heard the toilet flush. The sound reminded me that I needed to take a piss too. I handed him his beer and took a much needed piss. I climbed in the bed next to him, but with a respectable distance between us. He said,

"You aren't hard anymore."

"I will be in a second now that I know you are looking at it."

He reached over to touch it, and my dick grew hard in his hand. His whole body shuddered. He said,

"I never touched another guy before... not there anyway."

"You don't have to touch it now."

"It's not so bad. It's like touching mine, but I don't feel the sensations. Besides it seems like the least I can do since you had mine halfway down your throat."

"Reciprocation isn't required. I did that because I wanted to do it. It isn't any fun for either of us if you feel like you have to do it."

"Can I watch you do it? You know... can I watch you jack off? I've never watched a guy do that before."

"I've never jacked off while someone just watched. I've jacked with other guys before, but we were both doing it. I don't really mind if you watch, but I might feel a little self conscious especially at first."

"I might join you since I seem to be hard again."

He was rock hard again as he continued to hold my dick in his hand. He wasn't stroking me just holding me. We sipped the beers and just looked at each other for several minutes when Joey asked,

"Do you like to fuck? I mean... well, I don't know what the terms are, but do you take it or give it?"

"The terms are bottom for takes it and top for gives it. I like both, but I really have to trust the guy before I let him give it to me."

"Do you trust me?"

"Fuck yeah!" escaped my lips before I even had a chance to think about what I was saying.

We continued to sip on our beers just looking at each other. I kept thinking that I should never have said what I just did, but since he didn't make any immediate moves my thoughts began to drift to how nice it would be to feel him inside of me. I downed my beer and shook my head to clear those thoughts. Joey took my empty bottle from me and placed both bottles on the night stand. When he turned back to me he looked in my eyes and asked,

"Will you help me?

I knew instantly what he was asking. I couldn't believe how calmly I said yes. I was even more amazed at how relaxed my body felt -- no stress or tension. I'd never felt so comfortable in this situation before. The idea of taking someone else inside me that way had always caused me a certain about of jitters at the very least, but I didn't feel that way with Joey. It had been a long while since I'd allowed anyone to fuck me. The last time I did it took a long time to get my body to relax enough to allow myself to be penetrated. Even then the pain far outweighed any pleasure I received. Somehow this all seemed so different. My body seemed to be ready and willing. I had no desire to resist. I told Joey the lube was in the top drawer on his side. He found it easily. I explained the process to him for getting me ready to take him. He applied lube to his fingers and began applying it to the area. I was amazed at how easily he slipped two fingers inside me. There was no pain or resistance when he added a third. He applied lube to his hard dick and positioned himself closer to my ass. He raised my legs to his shoulders and leaned forward into me. I felt his dick graze over the opening. I'd never felt so relaxed, so comfortable, so ready.

He lined the head of his dick up with my hole and gently applied pressure. With out stress, strain, or pain the opening gave way and welcomed him inside. He was about halfway inside when he stopped and readjusted himself. When he pressed forward he sank all the way inside and held completely still. He said.

"I can't believe how hot and tight it is. My dick feels like it's in this hot silky oven. Does it hurt? Are you okay? God, it feels so damn good."

"I'm fine. I feel full. I can feel you heart beating as your dick twitches inside me. It's incredible!"

"I could stay like this all night it feels so good."

"It feels so good to me too, but you're gonna have to fuck me first then you can sleep with you dick inside me. I feel so fuckin' horny. Damn... my dick is hard and leaking all over the place. I need you to fuck me now!"

With that he slowly withdrew and pushed back in again. It's like he was memorizing the sensations his dick was transmitting to his brain. He maintained the long, slow, deep strokes in and out for what seemed like hours before he gradually began to increase his pace. About the time I thought I knew what to expect next, he would change pace, tempo, or the intensity of his thrusts. He was playing my body like a master musician would play his instrument. I was experiencing feelings I'd never known before. I was delirious as my head thrashed from side to side as tidal waves of sensations washed over my body. At times it seemed the sheer intensity of the emotions would wash me away too. I had lost track of time and space. I was so focused on the feelings that overwhelmed me as I felt Joey's dick piston in and out of me. I knew my own orgasm was coming. All of the sensations coursing through my body now seemed to concentrate themselves in my aching balls as Joey slammed into me hoping to find his own release. He lowered his head near mine. No conscious thought was possible. It was all a reaction to each action. I grabbed his head and pulled his lips to mine. I licked his lips and my tongue found his. My tongue touching his seemed to set the final act in motion as I felt the frenzied tightness in my balls and became aware only of my dick erupting between us and his tongue dancing with mine.

Joey shuddered above me. He grunted into my mouth and slammed harder than before going deeper. I felt his dick stretching my hole even more as he began firing cum deep inside me. He grunted each salvo that he fired into me. He collapsed on top of me with his head next to mine. My legs were wrapped around his body holding him as if they were molded to his body. I had no strength. My eyes were closed and yet I could swear I saw shooting stars as I struggled to regain my breath and slow my heart rate. Joey's body would quake in my arms every few seconds. My arms! I only now realized I was holding tight to Joey like he was my life raft on this amazing ride. Time still didn't register. If someone told me we'd held that position for days, I'd have not been able to argue the point.

At some point though I began a mental accounting of my body. I knew I was intact and could feel all my limbs. I was breathing regularly and my heart rate seemed to be closer to normal. I was keenly aware of my stretched hole and the wonderfully warm sensations that were still sending pleasant messages to my overworked brain. Joey still hadn't moved. I had a momentary thought that he might have died, but I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against mine and warmth of his skin as my hands stroked and caressed his back. This felt so right. Finally Joey spoke...

"Can I spend the night?"

"Just try to get out of this bed." We both giggled at that for a few minutes before he asked,

"Is it always that intense? I've fucked before... more than a few times. It's never felt like that before."

"It's never felt like that before to me either. More than I few times I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The emotions were almost too intense. My brain felt like it couldn't handle any more pleasure and was about to shut down. You're quite a stud, Joey. You can fuck me any time you want as long as it feels at least half that good."

"It was fuckin' hot! I didn't want it to end, but when your ass started to squeeze my dick and you sucked on my tongue I just couldn't hold it. That sent me over the edge. How'd you make your ass squeeze me dick so hard?"

"That happened when you made me cum."

"Does that always happen?"

"Not to me. It's the first time actually. I never thought it could happen, but I was over stimulated and all the sensations were going directly to my balls and shooting out my dick. You fucked the cum right out of me."

"Cool! Guess that's one fuck you won't forget."

"It's the only one I'm likely to remember!"

"I need to take a leak. Do you need to take a leak too Jason?"

"Yeah.. and we need to clean up a little too."

Once Joey pulled out of me, I felt so empty. It felt like my hole was gaping open. I swear I could feel the breeze of the air conditioner deep inside me. Joey wanted to see my hole before he let me put my legs down. He was amazed that it closed back up. I was too! We were going to just wash of at the basin, but there was too much cum between us so I turned on the shower and we both climbed in for a quick wash. Once dried we were back in bed together. I left a respectable distance between us when I climbed in, but Joey said,

"We've been closer that I've ever been with another guy, and I'd kinda like it if we could be close for a while... at least until we fall asleep. We both moved closer to the center of the bed. I wrapped my arms around Joey and he rested his head on my chest. We were both out within minutes.

When I woke up in the morning, I was alone in the bed. I listened for any sign of noise, but heard none. I figured that Joey had woken up and realized where he was and what had happened and once again felt guilty or bad for what happened and decided to make a quick escape. I might have done the same thing if I'd been him so sunk back into the pillow and pulled the covers back up to my neck. The air conditioning had made the room very cool -- almost brisk. I had almost dozed off to sleep when I heard something. I perked up immediately expecting an intruder since I didn't remember closing the door to the patio when we came in the night before.

As I looked out the bedroom door towards the stairs trying to decide if I had the strength to confront the intruder, I saw Joey with a try. He'd found a serving pot, made coffee, and put some fruit in a large bowl -- breakfast in bed. What a great guy! He placed the try between us them got comfortable in the bed. He poured us both coffee. He was good at coffee -- and a great guy to have around after sex if you got this treatment. We sipped coffee and fed each other pieces of fresh fruit as we talked about the night before and the day ahead. He asked,

"Does your ass hurt from last night?"

I had to think about it. I didn't have any pain at all. It seemed a little tender, but it didn't hurt so I said, "No it doesn't! That really surprises me. I really thought that it would hurt this morning. It took quite a pounding last night."

He chuckled and said, "Good. I was worried that it might be too sore and you wouldn't want to do it again."

"You're thinking about the next time already?"

'Hell yes! You told me last night I could fuck you any time I wanted and it only had to be half as good. I should be able to meet that standard. By the way, thanks for lowering the bar 'cause I'd likely die in bed with a smile on my face if I had to match last night's performance."

"What a way to go though..."

"Yeah... but can you imagine the shock on my mother's face when she learned the details?"

We both laughed as we continued to sip coffee and finished the fruit. Joey took the tray from the bed and placed it on the floor. He rolled over closer to me and kissed me. I didn't expect that. We continued to kiss and our tongues danced together. I was hard and knew that Joey was as well. His dick was poking me in the thigh. He moved on top of me and ground our dicks together as we continued to kiss. It all felt so familiar, so comfortable, so right. I felt Joey reach under my pillow and pull his hand out. I couldn't see what he had in his hand. He kissed me lightly on the lips and said,

"Ok... enough foreplay. Lets fuck!"

He squeezed the lube on his fingers and began applying it to my hole. I couldn't believe my body didn't offer any resistance at all as his fingers slipped inside. He didn't spend a lot of time preparing me, but he didn't seem to need to. With his dick coated in the slippery lubricant he positioned himself between my legs. He placed his shoulders at the back of my knees and pushed forward, forcing my knees to my chest and my ass up to meet his dick. It all seemed so automatic -- like the separate parts knew were they belonged. I felt the head of his dick at the entrance. One firm nudge against the opening and it gave way completely to allow him access. He sunk all the way inside me in one long move. It felt like his dick belonged there as my body seemed to recognize it and make way. The feelings of shared heat between our two bodies was intense. There was no pain -- only the knowledge that my muscles were adjusting and adapting to his girth. We were once again on our way.

And that brings me to the end of this tale...

Thank you for reading this story. I hope you've enjoyed this tale...

I would very much appreciate hearing from all readers. Please share your comments, complaints, and/or suggestions with me at: dselliot28@yahoo.com

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Peace and Love.

ds elliot

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