Contents of entire biography:
Part 1: AGE 5 (background, feet, mast) THREE APPROACHES (mm seduction, no sex) AGE 13-15 (mast, exhib) AGE 16-17 (exhib) OLD MacDONALD (M/F/m-teen, voy, first time)
Part 2: HIGH SCHOOL (fant, mast, no sex) OUT (mast, mm-teens, oral, first time gay)
Part 3: [untitled] (M/m-teen, mast, feet, oral, anal) GERALD (background, feet, M/m-teen)
Part 4: LIFE WITH GERALD (MM, mm-teens, MMM, oral, mast, exhib,)
Part 5 THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS (Mm, MMm, MMFm, exhib, feet)
Part 6 THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS CONT'D (feet) GERALD REVISITED (MMM, M/m-teen, exhib, group)
Part 7 WORSHIPPING TRAVIS (Mm, Fm, feet, exhib, oral)
My Weird Little Sex Life Part 7
By The Gargoyle
The following content is absolutely true. I've altered most of the biographical and geographical names in effort to maintain anonymity and also to avoid duplication of given names, which I know can be confusing.
WORSHIPPING TRAVIS
Travis and I had expanded on our NY Giants trips. We started hitting other cities and other sports. Our biggest excursion was a 6-day baseball trip in which we hit 3 major league games, a state fair and a day at the horse races. Two other friends joined us. We booked hotel accommodations for the first and last nights and for the middle three nights we booked campgrounds. One friend supplied his parents' mini-van and the other a big tent.
The first night at the hotel Travis and I shared a bed. When I was confident everyone was asleep I crept out of bed, went to the bottom end of it and folded back the sheet, exposing Travis's cute feet. I gently kissed the soles of his feet and jerked off all over the carpet.
The second night we were in the tent, all laid out in a row, me at one end with Travis beside me. Again, when it seemed all were asleep I moved to Travis's feet, lifted his blanket and kissed his toes while I came in my hand.
The third evening Travis and I were alone in the tent for a moment and planning to go to the shower building to clean up. Travis was always one to joke about streaking and being naked.
"Maybe I'll just strip here and walk to the shower naked and show everyone what they can't have!" he kidded.
"But why can't they have it?" asked I. Travis just shrugged.
We walked to the building - clothed of course and stripped there, inside separate neighboring shower stalls. The stalls were deep and curtained and separated by a concrete wall roughly 7 feet high. Each contained a chair just inside the curtain. I withdrew my camera that I'd smuggled inside my shaving kit, estimated what distance to set the manual focus at, climbed on the chair and peeked over the wall, hoping to get a quick shot of Travis's gorgeous nude body.
He caught me. That is, he saw me looking. We just made a joke of it and laughed. He didn't see the camera. I never got the picture.
I awoke the next morning to find Travis sitting up on top of his blanket in just his boxers while the other two slept. I moved and sat at his feet and we held a whispered conversation while I massaged his feet, eventually giving them kisses as I finished.
The fourth night the friend who brought the van slept in it leaving three of us in the tent. I slept in the middle. As Travis was getting ready for bed he was standing in the tent - slightly slouched under the low roof. He was in just his boxers with his back to me. For a joke I grabbed his underwear and whisked them down to his ankles. Our friend laughed at our antics. I slapped his bare ass. Had the friend not been there I would surely have kissed, licked or nibbled that sweet butt.
"Oh, very mature, Chad." He said but stepped out of the boxers, finished what he was doing in the nude, then put his shorts back on and climbed into bed. This night he decided to sleep the opposite direction - with his feet beside my head. After we were all tucked in the three of us talked for quite a while. The whole time I had one hand under Travis's blanket playing with his feet and one hand stroking my own dick. I tried to be very covert and not let the friend catch on to the foot-rub and not let either of them notice that I was furtively masturbating. However 'foot-rub' does not accurately describe this incident. I was fondling his feet - caressing them - worshipping them. I think Travis had to know by this point that my attentions were not simply that of a generous masseur, that I was getting some kind of erotic satisfaction out of these encounters.
The fifth night was a very special night indeed. We all drank heavily that evening - our last evening of the trip. At the hotel Travis stripped to his boxers and laid on his back on top of the covers. He was asleep in no time as were the others. I laid down the opposite way and went crazy on his feet. I kissed them very wetly as I caressed his shins, ankles and feet with my hands. I sucked on his toes. He was passed out. Nothing would wake him. I totally made love to his feet and with very little stimulation I came in my underwear. I shifted around again and slept beside him.
I woke up later and eyed his bare chest. I kissed it. I kissed his nipples. I kissed his flat tummy. I looked at his shorts - at the bulge there. I reached out and touched it. I was shocked to find it rock-hard at the touch! My heart rate doubled. His dick was erect and pointed straight toward his belly button.
I ran my finger along the ridge. I was in a frenzy of lust. I had quite a boner of my own going on despite my recent orgasm. I reached up the leg of his shorts and very carefully crept north. I touched the hair on his beautiful balls. I touched the base of his glorious erection. I moved my fingers further along, exploring the shaft of his wonderful hard dick. It was velvety and warm and unimaginably sexy.
I had to see it!
I tried to bend it sideways trying to push it out the leg of his shorts but it was the kind of erection that just locks in place - not out but straight up against the belly. My efforts disturbed him. He suddenly moved. I whipped my hand out of there and dropped my head to the pillow in a flash. I was terrified. I tried to pretend I was sleeping while my heart pounded so hard I thought it was shaking the entire hotel complex.
I woke up again later as the sun was only beginning to make its presence known. Travis was still on his back. I reached out and touched that wonderful bulge again. He was still hard - or hard again - whichever the case may have been. Again I sneaked my fingers up the leg of his shorts and found his sweet balls and hard-on. I had a good feel, running my fingers up and down his 6-inch erection. Now 6 inches may not be especially big but it was more than big enough on a skinny little guy like Travis.
He again moved in his sleep, scaring the crap out of me and prompting me to whip my hand out and fake sleep.
The next time I awoke it was mid-morning. Travis was also waking up. I glanced down. It looked like he still - or again - had a hard-on in his boxers. Our two friends were both still asleep. Travis rose from the bed and started walking around the hotel room. He looked through his gym bag. He went to the window and pulled the curtain back a bit to peek outside. He picked up a watch and checked the time. Almost the whole time he stayed in profile from my view and there was no doubt he had an erection. It poked against the shorts - just below the waistband. It was pointed almost straight up - perhaps 10 or 15 degrees from vertical.
The little bastard was exhibiting himself to me. I was sure of it. The little show-off was teasing me. Finally he came back to the bed and sat right beside my hip, facing the foot of the bed. Had he then lain directly back his head would have hit the pillow. And that's what I thought he was going to do. But no, he just sat there. So I reached up and scratched his smooth back for him. I did this for quite a while. I wanted to demonstrate that I was devoted to his pleasure. In case there was something else I could do to please him!
Finally I sat up beside him. That damn hard-on was still making an obscene tent at the top of his shorts. I stared right at it and he had to know it. Finally I reached out and tapped it saying "What's that?" - sort of as a joke.
He smacked my hand away quite aggressively. Apparently I was allowed to look but not touch.
"Sorry," I said quietly.
Later, as we were all packed to leave and Travis and I were about to leave the room and join our friends at the van, I stopped him and said, "Hey, is everything okay?"
"Sure," he replied. I threw my arms around him and gave him a big warm hug.
On a trip to Washington to see a Knicks - Bullets basketball game we shared a hotel room with one other friend. All of us got drunk. Travis and I shared a bed. I twice got my hand up his shorts to play with his erect dick and twice came in my shorts while slobbering all over the soles of his feet.
We had a friend named Reggie. Frankly the guy was a loser that Travis and I would occasionally hang out with out of pity - because few others would. There wasn't anything particularly offensive about him except that he was rather childish and socially incompetent, not understanding how to be tactful in any given situation. He met a girl from a complete trailer-trash family on a telephone sex-chat line. Their first date was at a donut shop where he bought her a coffee and she blew him in the parking lot. That story might have turned me on had they not both been so thoroughly unattractive.
The wedding itself was a tedious affair. The bride's family were all drunk out of their gourds. The rather proper and classy family of the groom were doing their best to hide their horror at the whole thing. Travis and I were just grateful that we were pre-warned that it would be a cash bar and had accordingly reduced our wedding gifts to compensate.
But I was eternally grateful for the whole gruesome experience because it inadvertently brought about the most delicious and memorable event of my life thus far. Reggie convinced Travis to host a little stag party for him at Travis's apartment. This stag consisted of five people! That's the best we could do for dear old Reg. Four of us played poker all night and got drunk while Reg spent the night on the phone talking to the wife-to-be trying to calm all her irrational psychotic fears. Eventually we all crashed - Reg in the spare room, the other two guys in the living room and Travis and I on his bed.
He slept on his back in just boxer shorts again and with no covers on. I couldn't wait to get my hands on his beautiful dick again. While waiting for him to fall asleep I fell asleep myself. But I awoke in the early morning while he was still passed out. I felt around. Bingo. Hard again. I reached up the leg of his shorts. These boxers were looser than the others and my hand easily slipped in to fondle that wonderful hard dick. Then I came to a startling realization. My previous attempt to free his erection was poorly planned. There was no need to bend that iron-firm dick sideways. I merely had to raise the leg of his boxers up over the head of his dick. I grabbed the leg opening and pulled upwards. It was easy. I dragged it up over the head and let the material gather beneath his dick.
Oh, what a beautiful sight. Webster's has it all wrong not putting a picture of Travis' hard-on next to the word beautiful. Perhaps they asked him and he turned them down.
It was a perfectly symmetrical unblemished circumcised hard smooth dick pointing right up at his belly button. It was absolutely mouthwatering. I kissed it all over the underside. The warmth and velvetiness were a taste of heaven to my adoring lips. I lifted it slightly away from his tummy - with much resistance, such was the rigidity of its position - and I slipped my lips over the head and down. Travis - the most beautiful and sexy boy in the world - had his hard cock in my mouth. I was sucking his cock. I have jerked off roughly a million times to this memory.
I sucked very gently. I didn't want to wake him. I then left it for a while as I went down to kiss and lick his feet and suck his toes. I then realized the stupidity of leaving his dick out in the open while I did this - in case he woke up and I had to abandon his feet and pretend to be asleep. So I returned to his dick and sucked it some more. I was utterly beside myself with lust. Just out of my mind with sexual euphoria.
I finally regretfully replaced his boxers over his dick and slipped into the bathroom where I jerked off and came twice. I would come at least six more times throughout the day just thinking about it - and roughly four times a day for the next week or two.
The next time we shared a bed it was a cool night and he wore underwear and track pants to bed and a T-shirt. As he lay back on the bed I sat at the foot of it and massaged his bare feet. He closed his eyes. I don't think he was actually asleep. As I finished the foot rub I raised his left foot way up to my face and planted a long series of open-mouthed kisses along the sole and the toes.
In the middle of the night I sat up and felt around his crotch. His dick was hard but not very accessible. It was all I could do to peel the track pants and undies down a bit - just enough for me to swirl my tongue around the delicious head of his hard-on. His body suddenly jolted and I flew to a lying position and shut my eyes, heart pounding like crazy.
On another sports-related trip - just the two of us - I connived to get a one-bed hotel room and Travis got very drunk. He stripped naked and put on pajama bottoms and crawled under the covers. I took a shower and wasted some time before going to bed - wanting to give him time to fall into deep sleep. He seemed entirely out of it.
I pulled the blankets down to his knees. I felt the crotch of his pajamas. He was soft. I toyed with it through the soft material of his jammies - or PJ's as Travis likes to call them. His dick started to harden for me. I was thrilled. I kept caressing it as it thickened and lengthened and turned sideways and then up toward his belly button as it locked firmly into position. While previous encounters with his erections may have just been piss-hard-ons for all I know - this was clearly the result of my sexual fondling.
I was out of control with lust. I actually unbuttoned his PJ's and fully exposed his beautiful young dick. I caressed, kissed, licked and sucked it for about a good half-hour. It softened once but I coaxed it back to hardness with my worshipful sucking. I felt a brief taste of pre-come with this second effort. I put one hand against my own crotch and came in my shorts. Finally I put his dick away, buttoned him back up and worshipped his naked feet for a while before going to sleep. Sometimes I wonder if he was really asleep through all of it or not. I have to assume he was.
Travis was approached by an older woman that he worked with. She asked if he liked movies and proposed she bring a couple to his place for a movie-night. Francine was quite a bit older - late 40's. She's not at all youthful for her age - quite the opposite in fact - while Travis was - and still is - extremely youthful for his age. They would become lovers for a couple years and be constantly mistaken for mother and son.
Francine would eventually become very close friends with Gerald and would confide almost anything in him. Travis of course was my best friend and became quite willing to share very intimate details with me whenever he was drinking heavily. Thus Gerald and I were able to piece together a lot of their personal life and sex life. I will briefly share some of their experiences.
That first night in front of Travis's TV he laid down on the couch as he has always been prone to do. He didn't really understand if this was a date or not. Late in the evening she asked if she could lie down with him and proceeded to 'spoon' him from behind while they watched a movie. Eventually she began to stroke his chest through his tee shirt, then underneath the shirt and then she drifted her fingers over his crotch and groped him. Meeting no objection she unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper and fondled his semi-erect dick though his boxer shorts.
Travis just laid there and soaked up the attention. Finally she penetrated the boxers, pulled out his cock and toyed with it for a while.
"I think it's time for bed," she whispered. He agreed. They killed the TV, went to his bed, stripped as far as their underwear and got in. Travis still didn't understand if he should expect to have sex or not. They fell asleep.
Travis awoke later in the night to find the woman's hand down his shorts, playing with his boner again. They threw the covers aside, lost the undies and he fucked her like the little tiger he is.
Francine invited Travis to spend a weekend at her little house she rented in another town. He did so. They had lots of sex. Travis sleeps late. She doesn't. She would be out of bed, dressed and productive long before Travis would emerge from her bedroom. Both Saturday and Sunday Travis was finally awakened by Francine sucking his young dick, covers thrown off his naked body.
She moved in to Travis's apartment. Travis's evening routine didn't change despite having a live-in lover. He kept the thermostat high. He would come home from work, take his second shower of the day, put on boxers and nothing else and lie on the couch watching TV for the rest of the night. Only now he had Francine sitting at the end of the couch, usually touching his bare legs and feet. This of course, was a monumental turn-on for me.
On a few occasions I was over at his place and witnessed this. I would sit strategically so that I could often see Travis balls and dick up the leg of his shorts as he squirmed around. She would often just caress the tops of his smooth feet but once when I was there he asked her for a foot rub and she immediately complied and massaged his feet all over. I honestly wonder if he did this for his own sake or for mine. There's no doubt he has some degree of exhibitionist tendencies. Another time he kept sneaking his bare foot up towards her face and would suddenly press it against her cheek. She would giggle at this like it was a joke while I nearly died of sexual arousal.
I know that when I wasn't there Francine would invariably lie down with him on the couch, her head on his tummy and she would caress his body. She would rub his legs and then slip her fingers up his shorts, pull out his dick and play with it. He would usually get hard and she would let it come to rest on her lips and face and submit it to occasional kisses. She wanted sex every night. Sometimes he gave it to her and sometimes he didn't. I can see how he controlled her this way and became the object of her worship. Sometimes she would play with his dick half the night without getting fucked. She even allowed him to fuck her up the ass whenever he wanted and that was quite often.
They made it no secret that she never left his dick alone. She sometimes groped him through his pants in front of friends before he pushed her hand away. He once commented to a group of us that if the police ever wanted Francine's fingerprints they would just dust his dick for them.
Once the three of us shared a hotel and he lay on their bed in just his boxers while she put her head on his tummy. The lights were on at this time. I was watching them furtively through the mirror. I don't know if she was aware of this or not. Sure enough her hand went up his shorts to play with his dick. I could clearly see what she was doing and his balls were plainly visible. She whispered something to him more than once.
"No," was his reply each time.
"You should just show it off!" she finally said and gave up.
Later that night with the lights out it was extremely dark but you could still see a tiny bit. Travis launched a couple surprise tickle attacks on Francine and finally my calculated comments prompted him to sneak up on me for a surprise attack. I was in a pair of shorts - he, just boxers. I had my hands all over his firm tummy and sides as we tickle-wrestled. I loved it but pretended to give in to him as Francine had done - making him the tickle champion.
This led to a three-way battle where Francine and I ganged up on him. I don't know if they thought I couldn't see or didn't care but it was obvious to me that Francine had her hand down his undies and was aggressively rubbing his dick. Not to be left out I slipped my hand down the back of his shorts and unashamedly fondled his adorable smooth little ass. We were all laughing and loving it. I don't know if Francine knew what I was up to or not. I was doing my best to drag Travis' shorts right off him, thinking we were about to properly molest the boy. I figured she would blow him while I rimmed his butt.
"Are you guys trying to get me naked?" joked Travis. But this seemed to sober Francine up and the game came sadly to an end.
They told me of a couple of their adventures - of her daring Travis to run to the end of their 3rd floor apartment building hallway and back - stark naked. He did it. Another time she lured him naked on to the balcony. She stood behind him, pushed him to the rail's edge and reached around and held out his dick for the 'world' to see, not that they reported any audience.
I showed up at the apartment one time at about 4:30 PM. I was expected. Travis answered the door wearing pajama bottoms and a hard-on. Nothing else. He stood sideways as he opened the door for me. I couldn't miss the tent in his PJ's. He was totally hard. It was sticking almost straight up - roughly 10 degrees from his tummy.
I sat on the couch to wait for him to get ready. We were going out. He walked back and forth in front of me a couple times for no apparent reason - his woody plainly on display. I'm still not sure how to interpret all this.
Another time at his place I made a phone call on his behalf while he was in the bathroom getting ready to go out. I can't remember the nature of the call but the merchant needed more information than I knew. Travis had just finished showering and I called him to the phone.
He marched up to me naked, his dick semi-erect. He took the phone from me and talked briefly. I scratched his back then drifted south rubbing his smooth bare butt. I was delighted he let me do that without objection (not the first or last time for that) but I was upset with myself later that I didn't make a grab for his semi-hard dick.
Our last sports trip was a marathon. Neither of us had ever been to California and I had many relatives out there. We went for two weeks. We stayed a few nights at hotels but mostly with family. My relatives all mistakenly assumed that Travis was my lover and bunked us in shared beds even though some of them had large enough houses to board us separately. I certainly didn't complain.
Every night as we prepared for bed I rubbed his feet and kissed them. We were fairly moderate in our drinking and so he never properly passed out - thus I had no opportunity to covertly explore his dick.
One night near the end of our stay we returned to the hotel late. We undressed for bed and I went to the bathroom. When I came out I was shocked to see Travis lying on the bed, face down, stark naked!
I sat beside him and scratched his back. He said nothing. I let the scratching migrate into a back massage. He still said nothing. I continued down, briefly rubbing his naked ass, then his legs and feet. Then back up I went and rubbed his smooth butt some more. He still was silent though I'm sure he was awake. I went crazy on his firm little ass. I kissed his butt cheeks several times. I finally spread his cheeks and thrust my tongue between them, rimming him properly.
Finally he began to move, turning on to his side. I was thrilled the time had come. He was going to let me blow him. But no. He squirmed out from under me, pulled back the covers and climbed under them. I moved out of his way.
"Good night," was all he said.
The next morning I awoke late and turned on the TV. It was September 11. There on the news was an image of the torn Pentagon, smoke drifting from its' side.
"Jesus Christ!" I yelped. Travis awoke at this. "Someone bombed the Pentagon!" Little did we know.
Soon we were looking at more images. A familiar tower was collapsing to the ground. I literally did not believe my eyes. A demolished World Trade Centre could not exist in my reality. My brain just wouldn't process it.
"That's what we get for electing Bush," Said Travis bitterly. "That's what we get for going out in the world and fucking with everybody."
I was hurt by those words. I don't think he'd ever offended me before. 'You don't even vote!' I felt like yelling at him but I said nothing. I loved him. I could never criticize him out loud. I could only love him. That's the kind of sucker I am.
We sat and watched the TV all morning, slowly coming to accept a new reality. We were supposed to fly home in a couple days. We were getting concerned about that. I wanted to see the flight tickets. Travis said they were in his gym bag. I got out of bed and searched the bag. He tried to direct me to the right pocket. I couldn't find them anywhere. Finally he got frustrated and jumped out of bed to find them himself.
He was still naked. And he was hard. Very hard. Not quite all the way - not locked against his belly as I'd seen before as he slept. But it seemed full size and bobbed around a little higher than horizontal. I was on my knees. He stood right in front of me. The gym bag was on top of the low dresser and he stooped over to rummage through it. His hard-on bobbed before me. I just stared at it. Travis either didn't know, or wouldn't admit that I'd ever seen his naked erection before.
"Take a good look," he said, "You'll never see it again." I did more than look. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it.
"Can I help you?" he snapped at me. He was objecting to my touch but didn't pull away. My mind was a fog of sorrow, anger, love and lust.
"I want to make you come," I croaked and leaned forward, mouth open. The head of that beautiful dick hit my tongue. I tried to close my lips around it. I tried to swallow him whole. I yearned to worship his body the best way I knew how. But he pulled away and I let him go. He crawled back under the covers. We said nothing. I'd gone too far. I sat on the floor and fought the urge to cry. Finally I got up and headed for bed. I hoped this whole morning was all a fucked up dream and I would later awaken from it.
I sat on the side of my bed looking at Travis. His beautiful face was looking at the ceiling. I moved to his side. I swept his dark hair from his forehead and kissed him gently there.
"I love you, Travis. My heart is breaking for you." The tears fell. Travis's arm came out from under the covers. He gently cupped his hand around my forearm.
"I know. It's okay. Everything's okay."
I knew he was right. Despite all the complications he was my true best friend. My beautiful little heterosexual Adonis was my best friend and everything was going to be okay.
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Author's note: I have previously publicized a part 8 to this biography. I don't know if I'll write it or when. It was to center around a young man named Serge who I've been enjoying a rather remarkable affair with - but that relationship took a sour turn recently. It hurts to write about him at this time so for now I won't. We'll see how it goes.
G.