This story is entirely fiction. The events, the names, are all out of my over-active imagination. But I certainly want to say that Nifty is NOT imagination. It is real, and we all appreciate it. Please step up if you can to support its continued existence.
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It's mid-evening. Today started off pretty much like any other. Mail was just ads. A cousin e-mailed to let me know another cousin had a baby so I should update the family tree. The "news" isn't even news anymore - same old, same old. The dogs made sure to let me know it was suppertime, so that's done, and all three love it when I rub their ear canals, and just say their names while I do.
A day like any other -- UNTIL that beautiful young man came to me asking for some help. And THAT made it a very special day. The way he sighed when I exhaled gently on is neck; his wonderment when he realized that when I nibbled on his nips, his dick jumped. In my mind's eye, I still see Justin, naked, relaxed on the chaise with his knees up. His face with this expectant look -- like what's next?; his chest, his pubes, his marble dick, his balls hanging down almost to his perfect hole. I think my mind will store that picture forever.
But I need to refocus on getting myself something more filling in my stomach. His cum was a wonderfully delicious creamy afternoon delight -- but now I need to satisfy my OTHER hunger, and I'm thinking about an omelet for a late supper -- my version of Western, of course with the whole works.
I start preparing, but my mind is still wandering back to Justin. When -- or IF -- he would ever want more "lessons." I figured he would, and even if he doesn't want lessons, he'll probably want a blow job now and then since he sure knows I'm "available", and I definitely want that beautiful kid in my arms again -- or at least his pulsing dick in my mouth again -- but hey, with parents and other things in his life, who knows?
I'm just forcing myself to refocus AGAIN on meal prep when I get this text from an unfamiliar number: "I googled it." So I figure okay, this is Justin, and how did he get my number? Then, duh, his parents have it, so --. I text back: "Interested?" Immediate response: "I showered." Now I know what I'm almost definitely going to eat for supper and then have another helping of his creamy dessert. "Gate's not locked." The omelet ingredients somehow got into reclosable bags and made their way into the refrigerator.
"Thanks, man! I know it's kinda late, and I just -- well, you know how it is. It's like 4 or 5 or 6 times a day for me, and when I googled rimming, and I knew I got off with your finger in me, I -- well, I was either going to jerk off or text you and see if --. But you said not to jerk off, so here I am." Then he finally took a breath.
"Justin, I didn't want to get too weird with you this afternoon, but man, you already figured out that I'm right next door. And you got BJ lesson one, and there's always a finger or two for your prostate, and I figure you want tongue now -- and then when your balls pull up, I'll get to drink that wonderful cream they churn out through that amazing dick you have hanging there."
"Well, it's not hanging right now." He's grinning, holding his junk. "And I get AT LEAST five more lessons, right?"
"We won't count this one, since my tongue in your ass is MY treat. Any time you need help, the gate is usually not locked. So now, let's talk about that ass ---"
He wiggles it at me. "Well, I mean I guess if you need it so bad, I should probably let you."
"Get your ass to bed, young man!!" I point to the stairway.
He drops his shorts and points his dick at my face. "No, that's for dessert. I know what I want to eat for supper." Then he starts up the stairs to the bedroom. I deliberately follow a few steps behind, watching his beautiful skinny ass bobbing a few feet ahead of me. Soon I hope I will know that hole very well.
"What about your folks??"
"I told them I was just going out for a while and would probably be late, or maybe even stay over with a friend."
We've reached the bed. "So, do you want to just roll up like you did this afternoon and let me do it with your balls bouncing on my face, or do you want to like, kneel face down and stick it out at me?"
"You decide, man, but I really want to be able to see your face in my ass."
"I like it better if your balls and dick are right there for me, too."
"You are SO fucking perverted, man. Exactly like me. Probably the best thing from this afternoon was you made me feel okay -- I mean dirty mind and all."
"No lube except spit this time, Justin. Well, if you want a finger or two, we can add some lube for that. But FIRST I'm gonna do everything I know how to do with my mouth on your hole, and my tongue as far inside as it can go, but like this afternoon, if things get too weird, you just say no. But when I get you to that point of no return, you fuckin' tell me. I want your delicious stuff."
"Just do it, man. I want it all. I almost jerked off when I read about it, and now I want the real thing."
"Keep your legs up but try to pull those ass cheeks apart so I can see it winking at me before I dive in."
Justin's hole has light brown hair around it, more like fuzz, really. I actually like eating a fuzzy hole. He hooks his elbows under his knees and pulls his cheeks apart, and then I'm FINALLY about to eat that beautiful hairy crinkly pink hole. First time I ever saw one when I was a kid and an older kid I sucked rolled up and showed me his. I didn't know what to do except look, but then he fingered himself and I got hard again. I thought oh, assholes are gross. But I was hard looking at his.
And now I'm finally not just looking. I have my face buried between his ass cheeks. He wants my mouth and tongue. He wants me in there. He's even pushing back, like "more, more." And that's EXACTLY what I want too.
I love my face buried between his ass cheeks. I love my tongue trying to bury itself in his hole. I love the fact that Justin it up there watching me. I love the fact that he's now rolled up so far that his dick and balls are on his abdomen and he's holding my head to get more tongue. I love the subtle taste of his hole. I pull back a little and lick up and down. "Oh, shit, man. Get in deeper."
I hold his cheeks apart and plunge back into that sweet hole.
"Oh, shit, Dave. I'm not gonna last long. Suck me, man. Stick a finger in my hole. Get up on it. I'm gonna shoot! Oh, shit."
So again, there I was, Justin unloading in my mouth while his hole pulsed around my finger.
Another long pause as he rolls back down and we both recover. He's thoughtful.
"Dave, you actually called yourself a cocksucker today. That's such a nasty word. Why did you say that?"
"Well, I was mostly just trying to get you to relax and maybe even laugh because, well, you just told me about sucking a cock, and you know I'm gay, so it was just kind of to clear the air. You were so nervous, man!! You were all worried about "does this make me gay" and I wanted you to laugh. And jokingly saying it about myself isn't the same as somebody else saying it like a hate word."
"But you don't think of yourself the way that sounds, right?"
"Nah. Like you said, I just accept me for me. I don't worry too much about the assholes out there."
He laughed. "Except for mine."
I laughed too. "Yeah, well, there are ASSHOLES, and then there are assholes."
"So tell me if I'm being one of those assholes, but from everything we did, it seems like you're -- well, it seems like you just get off trying to please guys like me."
"You're right."
"I read up on this shit when I got home. Not just the words edging and rimming. And well, I learned a few other words like bottom and top and --- well, I kinda got used to the idea I'm probably gay or bi, but ---?"
"You know exactly how I figure I am. If you are with me and want what I can do, then I want to do everything I can to make it work for you. You saw that a couple times today already. And you saw how Chris just wanted you to get him off. So I know all the words, too, but if we just ---."
"You're gonna make me fucking cry, man. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing with Chris, but somehow I just wanted to please him, and doing that even made me cum -- if that makes any sense."
"You sound a lot like me, Justin, but you have time to work it out. It's not like one day to the next and everything is suddenly totally clear. If you like sucking dick, okay. I just sucked yours again, so if that's your thing, okay too. I just ate your ass and you got off again. You might be wondering about maybe more than a finger up yours. That's also cool. But labels are shit. And it's labels that had you so confused. Gay? Straight? Bi? Top? Bottom? Why the fuck would you want to be in some stereotype 'category' when you can just be you?"
"Jeez. Was that lesson number two -- not the rim job, but what you just said? I mean, why the fuck didn't I realize that it was the labels that --?"
"And I will tell YOU, my friend, that YOU had the balls to tell me stuff you'd never tell other people. YOU had the balls to allow yourself to trust someone you weren't sure of. YOU had the balls to allow yourself to be vulnerable. YOU had the balls to admit to yourself and to me, that you liked sucking Chris. So I have this great young MAN named Justin living right next door to me. And I don't give a shit if he's gay or straight or bi or whatever."
Now he IS crying.
"Yeah, it's true that I love your dick and your balls and your ass and everything else about your sexy body. But what I love the most is the human being I'm just starting to know."
He's bawling now. He regroups a bit, wipes the tears with his shirt. "Nobody ever told me they love me and actually meant it. Until now." And then he cries again. "And now, my man, you just had the balls to let yourself cry." And then he falls asleep.
I start closing up. But the back door is always open in summer so that the dogs can come and go. Screen curtain in the doorway to keep most of the bugs out and of course with the fenced in backyard, I know they're safe.
I go back up to the bedroom, and there's my sleeping beauty. Again, I just want to have this mental picture of him at peace. And naked!!
I nudge that beautiful ass that's just at the edge of the bed. He rolls over and he blinks a few times before smiling up at me. Then unexpectedly, "Can I stay here? I told them I might stay over with a friend, so --?"
"Okay. You just relax. The bathroom's right over there. I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Dave, no. I want -- I want to know what it's like for two guys who give a shit about each other to just -- Dave, I want us to sleep together. Naked."
I guess I looked a excited but also worried. I'm thinking to myself, "I should be stripping down right now, but suddenly I'm the confused guy here. Why?"
"Dave, I'm not thinking more sex -- at least not right now. I'm thinking two guys in bed together. Besides, I've never seen you naked, and I want to. And yeah, I know things are gonna pop up. But I want to feel us next to each other."
I'm not sure if this is the best thing. It's moving so fast. Is he falling in love with me or something like that? I'm 34; he's 18. So I just say, "You don't sound so confused anymore."
"I think I'm starting to learn that 'just be me' is your real lesson. But hey, there's a half dozen more, um, 'practical' lessons I hope. So get naked and let's feel what it's like to just get some sleep -- you and me together."
I strip down. His eyes travel up and down my body. "Nice!!! Turn around, man!" I do.
"You have a red fucking lipstick kiss tat on your ass!" "Yeah, around your age I got tired of being teased. So that was -- well, you get the idea." Then I crawl in beside him. He kisses me. I close my eyes.
And then we sleep.
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Part 3 soon.