Javier stories

By Alfredo Garcia

Published on Mar 13, 2005

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These are 3 texts writen by my friend Javier. Please write me if you like it.

ALFREDO IN THE MORNING

The night was hot. The the sheets twisted under me as I lay on my back on the bed arms and legs splayed The first glint of dawn seeped through the open window as I stirred. I slowly became aware of Alfredo's hot breath on my crotch; he started to lick my balls.

Still more asleep than awake, I spread my thighs for him and felt his warm tongue pressing on my loose sack, his soft warm lips closed over one my balls and I felt his tongue exploring its smooth round curves. He caressed each in turn with his lips and probed with his tongue as his hand closed around my cock. Precum spewed from the head and he spread it over my now hard and glistening shaft. I groaned as he stroked and sucked me.

His hands slide from my cock to my balls and back to explore the crown of my cock head, the slit and the skin flap under the head. I felt his fingers slide between my thighs and into the crack between my ass cheeks as he probed for the hole where his cock had been not long ago. He knew I wanted to feel him slide inside me again as he rolled me onto my side. Holding his cock in his hand, he pressed its head tight against my hole. It slid in effortlessly, and he drove deep inside me - deeper than I had ever felt before. His thrusts were strong and urgent and my ass took him in. His balls slapped against my ass that milked and massaged him. As he held my hips and thrust his cock I could feel his skin slip against mine and his sweat drip on my body below him.

Suddenly I felt his body spasm and jerk as his cock spat jets of his creamy cum into my ass. His cock, now sliding on its own cum, thrust smooth and free in my ass. I could feel his body jolt with each spurt of his cum.

THE LODGE

He was late! The afternoon light was fading when I heard his bike roaring up the steep incline to our house. Fortunately mother was not yet home or she would not let me leave since now it would now mean we would have to ride through the mountains at night. It was a surprise to me that he had agreed to allow me to go in the first place. I supposed that she knew his family and he was so charming and beautifully mannered. And of course he was a lawyer. He already had several spectacular victories to his credit and she did want me to take up law as her farther and grandfather and his father before him had done. I had no taste for the law because it had occupied my father so much of the time. These considerations were far from my mind as I stuffed my small bag of gear into a side compartment of the bike and leaped on to the seat behind Javier. Then we were away in a shower of gravel. I had escaped.

I clung to him and held my head low as we sped down the hill; an exhilarating thrill charged my whole body as the wind cut my cheeks. After our first ride, I had the feel of the road and our locked bodies lay over into one corner, then the next, down the sinuous curves till we came to the congested grid of the plain. It took some time to negotiate the Friday traffic and it was almost dark when at last we reached the city limits and Javier stopped at a gas station. As he prepared to pump the gas I pulled off my gloves and placed them on the seat before going to the bathroom. As I emerged, I saw Javier step from the small convenience store. The bike stood gleaming by the pump but I noticed immediately that my gloves were missing. I felt angry at my stupidity for leaving them but said nothing as we remounted the bike headed down the open highway that would take us to the valley that cut deep into the mountains.

It was autumn now; the season of clear sunny days and cool cutting nights, a time of swirling leaves and crisp apples. Soon we began to feel the proximity of the mountains. It is said of the cold winds that blow down their slope that they are too weak to blow out a candle, but they can kill a man! We could go faster now as the headlights sliced through the darkness. The temperature dropped further as we gained elevation and my exposed fingers were chilled to the bone as I gripped Javier's waist tightly. He seemed to notice by plight and felt my bare hands. "Where are your gloves?" he shouted turning his head to make me hear "Gone" I replied with a shrug. "Put your hands in my jacket" he said. My icy fingers fumbled and found the slit opening to his leather jacket and I gratefully plunged my hands inside. They were not actually pockets but openings that allowed you to access to whatever you wore beneath. My finger pressed against the fleecy warmth of his shirt and slowly the circulation returned. With this new intimacy the concern for my lost gloves vanished. As we sped through the night, my hands caressed his abdomen and then ventured further to slip inside his shirt. I felt my cock hardening as I boldly pulled his tucked under shirt from his pants and my hands touched his skin. They explored every smooth indentation of the silky surface, up the undulations of his rib cage to his nipples. I found that little tuft of hair I knew to be in the center of his chest and pulled at it gently as my cock pressed against his back.

Then I followed the trail down his sternum, over the waves of his abdominal muscles and into the deep sinkhole of his navel and probed its depth. The bike throbbed as he powered it up a hill and as my hand negotiated the fabric folds of his crotch and made out the shape of his hard cock in his pants. He spread his thighs as much as the bike would allow giving me access. I popped the stud that held the waistband of his trousers. The lower ones came more easily and soon my fingers closed around his cock. He had conveniently worn no underwear. The skin on his cock was lose as I slowly stroked him - my other hand clinging around his body and my face pressed against his back. I had seen him naked before but now, unseeing, for the first time came to know the curious ribs and undulations of his shaft. I dug deep and felt his loose ball sack and the round curves of each of his testicles. I slid back his long foreskin and felt the flaring crown and the taught skin flap that trailed to his slit. It was wet now and I squeezed his cock head gently milking if of its precious juice. This flowed freely and I spread it over the broad gland head, around the soft curving perimeter, and underneath to that special place that all men know. I felt his body writhing to my touch and I knew for these moments as I stroked him he was mine and mine alone. The scepter in my fingers was the symbol of all my power.

I felt his body tense and a flood of hot juice pumping into my hand. His pulsing cock erupted, spilling its lava over all the landscape as my fingers slide up and down his slippery shaft urging the prodigious creamy oozing from him. At last the spasms subsided and I felt his cock softening in my hand. I distributed his liquid as best I could and then my fingers came to rest cuddling his cock, still thick but now relaxed. I buried my head into his back and thus we rode through the night leaving the valley floor and weaving our way far up the mountain our own heat insulating us from the cold.

In this mesmer state I lost all sense of time and place but was brought back as we jolted off the smooth road to an unsealed track that wended its tortuous route through the pines up an ever-steepening incline. Finally, the forest opened to a clearing and the lodge sat silhouetted in the moonlight. The faint glow from one window came from a fire lit by the caretaker now long gone to bed with his dog in a small cottage down the hill. The bike pulled up to the wooden steps and gave one last roar and all stillness descended upon us. We sat for a moment, not moving, taking in the quiet, the scents of this new world, the stars that peered down on us. I disengaged my hand from Javier stickily and dismounted as he adjusting himself and then did the same. I struggled to extract my gear from the bike's compartments and carted them up the steps to the door. Javier followed, dumping his next to mine as he fumbled for the key. He pushed the door open and I waked behind him carrying all I could and going back for the rest as Javier lit a lamp. In the soft firelight he pulled me to him and crushing me in his arms kissed me deeply. Then I felt him stripping away all that separated him from me. There he took me on the rug, before the leaping flames, penetrating me deeply and regained his ascendance.

I woke in a tangle of white sheets and naked bodies. A warm goose down quilt kept off the bitter cold of a mountain dawn. I looked around at the knotted wooden walls, the last dying embers of the fire in the stone fireplace and the window. From here I could see thought a gap in the dark pines the snow-dusted peak of a distant mountain. I felt Javier stir then his hand reaching for my cock. He sleepily turned me on my back and spread my thighs and I felt his warm lips closing around my thickening cock. I lay back giving myself completely to him, as he slaked his thirst for the first time on this new day.

AWAKENINGS

When was it?

I had not started school.

In the dim spare room I play alone,

A conjured scene of capture by crooks.

Bound I am but superboy will not submit.

At the door my mother listens quietly to my play

"Go way!" I cry,

Shrill at my secrecy invaded.

She laughs, but guesses not

That her little boy's penis is erect

Spring and adolescence bloom at once.

School holidays and home alone,

My friend comes every day.

D with the warm, smooth, olive skin.

I plot to pull down his pants tomorrow.

He squeals but joins the play

And lets me touch him.

He strokes my cock,

Don't stop!

Together, our first ecstacy.

In chemistry class this afternoon,

A film in darkened room.

Huddled on the floor we sit.

A warm body presses near.

I repel the hand against my thigh

But then I let the fingers come, and let them feel me.

W, the oldest boy in class,

Takes my hand and guides it.

He is exposed and silky smooth

I recoil in horror.

But after class he shoots semen for me to see.

What did I learn at school today? Some biochemistry.

A long drive across the country.

It is cold and I curl under a blanket.

And play with my self to cure the boredom

My parents are near but do not hear,

I assume.

The movement becomes more deliberate,

No longer play but masturbation.

There can be no turning back

Just ahead is the cliff.

Ahhh! My hand is wet!

This is new, what shall I do?

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