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Larry meets his man - Part 2
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Part 6
The next morning, I was so full of energy I could hardly sit still.
I didn't want to be too hyper when I got to Larry's, so I decided to
bike over instead of driving, to wear a little of the energy off. I
pulled up to his door, locked the bike, and rang the bell. When
Larry opened the door, he was wearing nothing but a pair of cutoffs,
and I almost threw myself at him. I felt so good back in his arms,
kissing him, feeling his beard against my cheek. And of course I was
hard right away and ready for more action.
I was a little surprised that Larry didn't want to hop right into
bed. Instead, we sat down close together on his couch, and he turned
to me and we started kissing. Of course I started running my hand
over his chest. He slid his hand under my T-shirt at the waist, and
moved it up and started playing with my nipples the way I'd done with
his on Friday night. It felt great, and I got more turned on and
started kissing him deeper and harder and tweaking his nipples a
little the way I knew he liked. Then I felt him slide his hand down
to my cock and start massaging it. I was wearing my usual bike
clothes -- tight cotton bikini briefs and mid-thigh loose cotton
shorts -- and there wasn't a lot between my cock and his hand,
especially because I was so hard that a couple of inches of my cock
was poking out of the briefs. I felt him unzip the shorts and pull
the briefs down a few inches, and then massage the tip of my cock
with his fingers, like he was smearing precum all over the tip. We
were kissing the whole time, and I was rubbing his chest and playing
with his nipples, and then I ran my hand down the fur-line to his
pubes and grabbed hold of his cock through his cutoffs, which was
easy because he wasn't wearing shorts. I unbuttoned the cutoffs and
got my hands right on his cock, and started jacking him off kind of
leisurely. I was feeling great and was in no hurry to get off.
After just a few minutes of this, Larry pulled away from kissing. He
ran his tongue down the side of my neck, across my collar bone, and
down to my right nipple. With his head in the way, I couldn't keep
my hand on his cock any more, so instead I started stroking his fuzzy
back and shoulders. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing to my
nipple, either, but it felt great -- I guess he was licking it real
gently, and then nibbling it with his teeth. I liked the feel of his
beard and mustache on my chest, too. After a little bit, he leaned
further across me and started working on my left nipple. Of course
his chest was against my stomach now, and I loved the feel of the
thick hair against my skin. And all this time he was running his
hand lightly up and down my cock. I was getting more and more turned
on, and feeling like I just wanted to shoot all over the place. Then
Larry did something I didn't expect at all. He ran his tongue from
my nipple down the center of my chest, down my stomach, and right
onto my cock, and started licking it from one end to the other. I
knew that gays liked to suck cock, but somehow I never thought of
that as having anything to do with me before. But now that it was
happening, it felt GREAT.
Larry pulled down my shorts and then my briefs, and started running
his tongue all over my cock and balls, and licking and nibbling and
kissing the head of my cock. I'd never felt anything like it before,
and I was getting more turned on by the minute. And sure enough, I
felt those sex muscles tense up, and a moment later I shot all the
way up to my shoulder. I shot again, and again, and left a trail of
cum all the way down my chest and stomach. Larry was licking the
underside of my cock the whole time, and it felt incredible.
Finally, I finished shooting my load; I slumped down in the couch,
feeling tingly all over, and exhausted, and kind of excited at
discovering this new kind of sex that felt SO good. Larry looked up
at me and gave another of his grins, kissed the base of my cock, and
said, "Don't go anywhere, I'll go get a towel -- or maybe we need a
mop." I wasn't about to go anywhere; I just lay there starting to
drift off. When he got back, I was half falling asleep, but when he
leaned over to wipe the cum off my stomach with a washcloth, I put my
arms around his neck and kissed him. I felt real happy to have this
warm, sexy guy as a friend and to get it on with, and kissing him
felt real good. I didn't even think about whether I had to label
myself "gay", I just knew what felt good and didn't worry about it
right then.
I did drift off to sleep for about 20 minutes. When I woke up, Larry
had wrapped a blanket around me so I wouldn't get cold, and he was
sitting on the couch beside me, leaning back and just looking at me.
I looked over at him, and he leaned toward me, mussed up my hair with
his hand, and gave me a big kiss. Then he snuggled over to me, and
we put our arms around each other, and I put my head on his shoulder,
and we just sat there for a few minutes feeling close.
Finally I had to go. I'd promised some friends I'd go clothes
shopping with them that afternoon, and they were coming over for
lunch first. But after all those years of waiting, I wasn't about to
let the weekend be over without some more time with Larry, so we said
we'd get together again that evening. Not only was I crazy horny, I
was starting to get real curious about what all kinds of sex he
liked. I didn't know exactly what I did or didn't want to try, but I
knew I didn't have to worry with him -- if he started something I
didn't like, I knew I could tell him to stop and it wouldn't get him
upset. I guess I was really starting to feel I trusted him, as well
as liking him and feeling turned on with him. It was a good feeling,
and one that I really hadn't had with anyone before.
Part 7
That special feeling of trust kept coming back to me off and on all
afternoon, and when I finished doing the dishes after supper and got
back in the car to drive over to Larry's, I was really looking
forward to seeing him. I was full of energy again, and just thinking
about how great his mouth felt on my cock got me hard again before I
was hardly out of the driveway. When I got to his place, I
practically ran up the path to his door, and when he opened it,
standing there in a pair of levis with a big hardon showing through
and a shirt unbuttoned all the way to his waist and with his big
smile, I hugged him and planted my mouth right on his for a kiss. We
kissed passionately for what seemed like forever, and when we were
through, Larry put his arm around my waist and led me right into the
bedroom. We didn't lose any time stripping, and before we got in
bed, we just stood there and hugged for a while. The feel of his
chest hair against my skin was turning me on as it always did, and I
liked the feel of his cock up against my stomach and mine rubbing
against his belly hair. Then we climbed in bed and snuggled up face
to face. We were kissing, and stroking each other's back and ass,
but I didn't want to make any more moves till I knew what Larry had
in mind. I felt ready for just about anything.
Just as he'd done that morning, Larry moved his mouth off of mine and
started working his way down my body with his tongue. This time, he
just gave my nipples a few little swipes, and kept going. But as he
got down around my lower stomach, he swung his body around on the bed
so his pubes were right near my face. He kept on going, and in a
moment he was running his tongue along the underside of my balls, the
inside of my thighs, and the crotch area between my balls and my
asshole, and he was stroking my cock gently with his hand. I was
getting turned on plenty by all this, and I draped my arm over his
side so I could feel the fuzz on his back and butt. I really wanted
to pull him closer so I could feel his chest hair against my stomach.
I knew that would put his cock right in my face. I thought for just
a second about how good his mouth felt on my cock, and decided that
it wouldn't kill me to give him some of the same in return. So I
pulled him to me and started running my tongue over his cock shaft
the way he was doing to me.
I could tell that was just what Larry wanted -- he started making
those little "mmmm" noises. I was having fun, and I was getting
pretty hot, and I even decided I liked the feel of the hair on his
balls against my cheek, so I got more adventurous. I licked his
balls all over. I licked between his balls and his thighs. I licked
the back of his balls and a little bit of his crotch. I licked the
shaft of his cock up and down. I even pulled up his foreskin (he had
a lot of it, enough to cover the head even when he was hard) and
nibbled it between my teeth. Then I went back to licking the shaft
and balls and jacking him off with my hand. I could tell he was
getting really turned on, because he started pumping me faster. I
was getting turned on too -- not just by his hand on my cock, but by
the feeling of getting HIM turned on. I wanted to get him off, and I
wanted him to feel REAL good. So I moved my mouth down to his balls
to get out of the way of my hand, and sped up pumping his cock too.
I heard him making kind of muffled groaning noises, and then I felt
the cum shooting up through his cock and landing on both of us. That
was all it took to put me over the top too, and I shot right onto his
chest.
After we shot, I just lay there with my head on his thigh, looking at
his balls and cock a few inches from my nose. Thoughts were racing
through my head. This was a first for me, just like everything I'd
done with Larry. The word "cocksucker" flashed into my mind. I'd
never actually gotten his whole cock in my mouth, or even the head,
but that was what I'd been doing with him -- licking his cock. Well,
it had been fun to get my friend turned on that way, and to feel his
furry balls and his big strong thighs against my cheek. And I didn't
feel like a different person -- I'd just added sex to my life, that
was all. I felt strange -- a little light-headed and silly, almost
like I was high. I actually started giggling at how ignorant guys
were who used "cocksucker" as an insult. I rubbed my cheek against
Larry's thigh and gave his balls another lick and a kiss. Then I
started feeling drowsy the way I always did after sex, and fell
asleep in a few moments.
Part 8
I woke up still lying head-to-thigh with Larry. We'd both wound up
on our backs. I moved around a little, and he rolled onto his side
and gave me a kiss right on the balls. We both wanted to get cleaned
up, so we hopped in the shower and washed the mess off. We had some
extra fun in the shower -- he soaped me first, and when he got down
to my pubes, he nuzzled my cock and balls with his mouth a little
before he started lathering them. So I did the same when it was my
turn to do him. Of course I was hard, and he was half-hard, by the
time we were done, but the shower was kind of cramped for any action,
and my cock felt like it needed just a little bit of a break anyway.
When we were drying off, Larry asked me what I knew about AIDS, or
about VD in general. I didn't know all that much. I knew AIDS was a
killer disease that could last for years and that there was no cure
for, and that one guy could give it to another by butt-fucking, and
that people could spread it by sharing drug needles, but that was
about it. All I knew about other kinds of VD was that guys and girls
could pass it to each other by fucking without a rubber: I didn't
really know what kinds there were. So Larry filled in the missing
spots for me. He explained about what was considered "safer" and
"less safe" sex, and about the period between when you got HIV (the
virus that causes AIDS) and when your body made antibodies to it so
it would show up on a test, and about using rubbers. Since he
brought up the subject of rubbers, I asked him about guy/girl sex,
and that set off another discussion. I guess I'd never mentioned to
him that women turned me on too, and since we'd gotten back in bed
and were lying under the covers together, women didn't seem very real
to me right then, but we talked about that, too. Larry had been
married and divorced, and he'd had girlfriends both before and
afterwards. He said a lot of his friends (who were pretty much all
gay) found it strange that he was into women too, even once in a
while now that he was pretty settled down with Bob, but that just as
there was narrow-mindedness among straight (non-gay) people about
gays, there was some narrow-mindedness among both straights and gays
about classifying people into one category or the other. Then we got
onto the whole subject of relationships, and faithfulness, and stuff
like that. I hadn't thought about that kind of thing at all, except
for thinking that maybe I was going to get married some day, so it
was real interesting to hear him tell me about how it was with gays.
It sounded kind of hard, actually -- when guys got together, not only
did they have to like each other enough to stay together on their own
without all the encouragement and advice that married couples get
from friends and relatives, and not only did they have to do without
a lot of little perks that I'd never thought about (like medical
benefits from the other person's job), they had to work out what kind
of relationship they wanted in terms of having sex with other people:
they couldn't just take it for granted that it was like a marriage,
where outside sex was a no-no (except that of course straight people
do play around anyway). That cleared up something for me that had
been at the back of my mind ever since Larry had told me about Bob: I
was wondering where he fit in with the fact that Larry and I were
spending most of the weekend together and having terrific sex with
each other. I asked Larry about that now, and he kissed me and said
that he and Bob had decided right from the start that they would be
pretty independent about this kind of thing -- that they loved each
other as much as any couple, gay or straight, and that part of love
for them was not to tie each other down. He said he'd chosen this
weekend for us to get together because Bob was visiting family out of
town. He also said something else that made me feel real good: he
said that one of the things that he and Bob had gotten understood was
that he really loved having a younger guy like me as a friend and sex
buddy, and that he was real happy we had gotten together. I was so
happy to hear that that I couldn't say anything -- I just put my arm
around him and snuggled up so my cheek was against his furry chest.
Larry put his arm around me too, and for a few minutes we just lay
there feeling warm and close.
When we got back to talking, Larry finished telling me about VD, and
he also explained about what the deal was with HIV testing. He said
HIV antibodies (which were what the test tested for) almost always
showed up within 3 months after a person got it, but that they had
seen a few cases where it took as long as 2 years. He and Bob had
been together 3 years, and they had agreed that any sex they had with
anyone else would be as safe as they could make it -- jacking off, or
oral stuff other than cocksucking. They had been taking the HIV test
every six months just in case either of them had picked it up from
anyone before they'd gotten together, since they'd both been pretty
active sexually, and neither of them had it. So in the past year
they had gotten pretty relaxed about what they did together. Larry
said that since I'd never had sex with anyone before, that we could
probably do anything and everything and not put me at any risk, but
since there was just that tiny chance that he and Bob had gotten a
false negative, and since he thought it would be just as well if he
didn't get me into bad habits, he wanted to stick to relatively safer
stuff. So since we were feeling pretty relaxed right then and he
knew I wouldn't freak out, he went down the whole list of what he
liked to do: besides what we'd done already, there was real
cocksucking, butt-fucking with a rubber, and what he called water
sports, which sounded really gross until I remembered the time when I
was a kid that I was running around the yard naked with a friend and
we peed on each other just for kicks. I only had a fuzzy idea of
what any of this would feel like, but I was feeling great being with
Larry, and real happy that he wanted to go on having great sex
together, so I was up for trying just about anything. And of course
all this sex talk had gotten me good and hard again....
After my first brush with cocksucking, I was still feeling kind of
adventurous, and I wanted to explore that some more. So this time I
was the one who started. I went right for Larry's wonderful furry
chest that I just couldn't get enough of, and started off by kind of
teasing his nipple with my tongue and then nibbling it gently and
licking it again. I had my hand just resting on his cock and balls
the whole time, and he got hard in a hurry. I nibbled away at his
other nipple for a while, and then I put my cheek against his chest
and slid all the way down to his cock, rubbing my face from side to
side on his belly. Man, did that feel good! When I got to his cock,
I flipped around on the bed the way he had done before, and started
running my tongue up and down his cock shaft, stroking his chest and
stomach with my hand. Larry got the idea in a hurry, and in a moment
I felt his mouth on the head of my cock. Only this time it was
different. Instead of just licking around the head, it was like he
was kissing it, taking it in his mouth as he ran his tongue around
it. His mouth felt warm on my cock as he took in more and more of
it, and I could feel him moving his tongue all over the head and
shaft. It felt wonderful -- a little like jacking off with a lot of
lube, only different and better. In fact, it felt so good that I
kind of forgot about Larry's cock for a moment. I wondered how he
was going to get all 7 inches of my cock into his mouth, and he did
gag a couple of times, but he kept going until he had just about all
of it in. Then he started moving his head back and forth so my cock
was sliding in and out of his mouth. I could feel the roughness of
his tongue on the top of the head and shaft, and the pressure of his
upper lip and a little bit of scratchiness from his moustache on the
underside. I was getting hot and I wanted to find out what
cocksucking really felt like before I got off and needed to cool
down, so I went back to Larry's cock and started licking the head and
taking it in my mouth the way he'd done with mine. The foreskin just
kind of slid back on its own, and I was able to get about 3 or 4
inches of Larry's 6 in my mouth before I started to gag. I figured I
could ask Larry later what the trick was about getting more of it in
-- right now I just wanted to go for it. So I started moving my head
back and forth the way he was doing. I was getting so hot I could
hardly concentrate, and I couldn't quite figure out how to get my
tongue out of the way, let alone do the things he was doing, but I
really wanted to keep at it, especially because I could feel his cock
getting hotter and harder the way I knew it did when he was getting
close to getting off. That turned me on even more, and with the
sensation of Larry's mouth on my cock added to it, I went over the
top and shot. Larry kept on sucking my cock while I was shooting,
and it felt terrific. About halfway through, I felt his cock throb,
and then he was shooting in MY mouth. I didn't even have to think
about it -- I just kept my mouth right on his cock and tasted the
funny taste of his cum as he was swallowing mine. I even kind of
rolled it around in my mouth with my tongue just so I would get the
full taste of it. I felt kind of high or excited again; I was
discovering new thrills and getting off on it. So when we both
finished shooting and Larry's cock had gone soft, I milked it a
little more with my hand and licked the last few drops of cum out of
the slit.
We lay there with my head on his thigh and his on mine, starting to
feel that after-sex drowsiness, but I wanted to snuggle up with him,
so I flipped around again and we put our arms around each other. I
put my head on his chest, and felt his fur against my cheek, and the
fuzz on his back under my fingers, and his arm around me, and I felt
like it was the best place in the world for me. Between the sex and
the things we'd talked about, I was feeling closer to him all the
time. I knew I wanted to spend more time with this man -- not only
having great sex together, but just because he seemed really
thoughtful and to care a lot for people. So with those warm thoughts
and feelings in my head, I drifted off to sleep.
Part 9
As usual, we woke up about 20 minutes later. Between the sex, and
the shower, and the naps, and all the talking we'd done, it had
gotten pretty late, and the next day was Monday and a school day. It
was getting near Easter, so exams were coming up and I should even
have done some more studying over the weekend. Thinking about it, I
realized I was feeling kind of a bond with Larry, the way you feel
with a friend, and I was sure that this wasn't just going to be a
one-weekend adventure for us. So I told him I needed to go home and
get some good sleep, and after some more hugging and kissing I got
dressed, and after one last hug headed out the door and home. Before
I left, though, I told him I wanted to get together again the next
weekend, and spend Friday night if it was OK with him. It was -- and
he gave me an extra kiss and hug to make sure I knew he meant it. I
got home, headed straight for bed, and slept like a log.
The next morning, being back in my own room kind of drove the thought
of Larry out of my mind for a while, while I scurried around getting
breakfast and getting to school. But I had a slow class later that
morning, and my mind started wandering a little. Fortunately, since
my mind wanders a lot, I'd gotten the knack of registering what was
going on in the room even when I wasn't paying much attention, and
snapping back fast when I needed to. That was a good thing, because
Larry was on my mind a lot all that Monday. That night I jacked off,
and I was thinking about him and how great his mouth felt around my
cock, and how turned on I was by sucking on his. Then Tuesday
evening I went to the Fitness Club, and there he was, with that sexy
tuft of fur peeking over the top of his tank-top, and those hairy
arms working the Nautilus machines, and those big strong thighs
flexing as he walked from one machine to the next. I wanted to hug
him so badly, but I knew it wouldn't be cool there, so I just looked
at him, and when he saw me he grinned, and I grinned back. He
finished his workout first, and when I got into the locker room after
mine and saw him just finishing getting dressed, I just pulled on my
sweats, because I knew I'd get a hardon if I hung around him! But we
did leave the building together, and had a hug out in the parking lot
-- I didn't feel cool kissing even though it was pretty dark.
The next three days, I had thoughts and feeling buzzing through my
head again. Larry wasn't at the club when I went on Thursday, so I
knew I wasn't going to see him until the next night. There were a
few guys there with nice furry arms and legs and chests and even
shoulders, but somehow they didn't register the way they used to. I
was kind of shocked to realize that I was starting to feel about
Larry the way I always thought guys and girls were supposed to feel
about each other when they were dating (although I'd never felt all
that much of it when I was dating a girl) -- like he was someone I
really wanted to spend time with, have fun with, talk with, get to
know. I knew he wouldn't have all that much time for me, because of
Bob and because he had a lot of other things going on in his life,
but I still wanted to be with him a lot.
Friday seemed like one of the longest days of my life. When I got
over to Larry's around 8, I swear my cock was about to burst my
jockey shorts, and my cheek was tingling in anticipation of rubbing
up against Larry's chest, and my heart felt like it was jumping rope
in my chest. Sure enough, he greeted me at the door with his shirt
off and just wearing a pair of gym shorts. I wrapped my arms around
him, looked up into his eyes, and kissed him like there was no
tomorrow. But when we pulled back from the kiss, I kept looking into
his eyes. I wanted to tell him how I was starting to feel about him,
and I couldn't. But I think he felt it, because he pulled me back
against him real gently so my head was against his shoulder, and he
held me there with his arm around my waist and stroked my back and
the back of my head for a little bit. I loved feeling his springy
chest hair even through my shirt, and I think he was feeling some of
the same warmth and closeness that I was, and that made me even
happier.
Hugging Larry like that was getting me horny too, of course, and when
we broke the clinch, I noticed there was a fire in the fireplace, and
a mat like an exercise mat spread out in front of it, with a sheet on
top of it. Larry said he thought it would be fun to do some massage
with each other, and remembering how much fun we'd had lathering each
other up in the shower, I liked the idea. So we stripped right
there. I felt nice and warm from the fire as I lay down on my back
on the mat. Larry just told me to relax, and he put some kind of
lotion in his hands from a bottle and started working on me. I'd
never had a real massage before, and it felt great. It actually felt
kind of like sex -- Larry was kneeling a lot of the time, straddling
one of my legs, so I could feel the hair on his calf against my skin,
and of course he paid some extra attention to my cock and balls and
crotch area, and to my nipples, and I got pretty turned on -- but it
was more relaxing than anything else, so when he told me to turn
over, I did it kind of lazily. He did my shoulders and back, and
then he kneaded the sides of my ass a little but went right on to my
legs. I kind of wondered why he was skipping the rest of my ass, but
I found out quick enough -- he was leaving it to last. He worked his
way down the back of my thighs and calves, and then back up the
inside. Then he spent a lot of time on my ass. I have kind of a
small, muscular ass from riding the bikes at the club and from
bicycling around town, and of course I don't have any more hair there
than anywhere else. So he massaged it all over, and he got his
fingers into the crack, and then worked around behind my balls, and
it was quite a turn-on. Finally, he ran his hands down the inside of
my thighs and said, "OK kid, just lie there and enjoy it for a while,
then we'll trade off." He kissed the back of my neck, wrapped the
sheet around me so I wouldn't get cold (although the fire was warm
and he really didn't need to), and left me to melt into the mat for a
while.
When he came back, he unwrapped the sheet from around me, and we
switched places. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I did my
best to copy what Larry had done that felt so good. Of course I
spent extra time on his chest (especially his nipples), and on his
cock and balls and crotch area. I was hard the whole time, and when
I was massaging his cock I was starting to get hot, but I kept with
it, because I had a feeling there were more adventures ahead and I
didn't want to rush things. So when I finished his front, Larry
turned over and I got to work on his back, which was broad and
muscular and nice and fuzzy as well. I copied his route, working
down the back of his legs and then up between his thighs and onto his
ass. His ass wasn't exactly small, but it was a real mass of muscle,
and it was fun to feel the hair under my fingers. I massaged the
crack of his ass, and he started spreading his legs further apart. I
massaged his crotch area, and the back of his balls. I should have
guessed what Larry had in mind, but I still wasn't ready when he
said, "There's a rubber under the couch." For a moment I felt real
confused. I never particularly wanted to fuck any guy's ass, and I
still couldn't imagine Larry enjoying it, but he seemed to know what
he wanted, and as long as it wasn't *my* ass, I was up for giving it
a try. I found the rubber under the couch, took it out of its
package, and rolled it on. It felt a little strange, but Larry told
me to rub a little lotion on it and then I hardly noticed it. Then
he told me to use the tip of my cock -- not my hand -- to rub a whole
lot of lotion around his asshole. I was good and hard, and I found
that I was not only spreading the lotion around his hole but kind of
nudging the head of my cock into the hole. Each time I did it, it
seemed like it wasn't as tight, and pretty soon I was getting about
half my cockhead into it. It felt good, kind of like Larry's mouth
did when he was starting to suck me. Remembering that, I started
moving my cock in and out, and each time I got a little more of the
head in. I was getting real turned on by this -- Larry's ass was
real clean, and the pressure on my cockhead felt terrific. I started
thrusting a little harder, and all of a sudden my cockhead went all
the way in. Larry gave a kind of grunt, and tightened his fists for
a moment, but then he relaxed again. His asshole was real tight
around my cock, and even though I was dribbling more lotion on it, I
couldn't move in and out freely, so I decided to go for it, and I
thrust all the way in, going out and then a little further in each
time. My thighs were up against his fuzzy butt, and I moved my cock
in and out a little at a time, and it felt great. So then I started
fucking him with the longest strokes I could do comfortably. I found
I could kind of lie down on his back, and feel the fuzz against my
nipples and chest and stomach, and go right on fucking. I got more
turned on, and I thrust into him harder, and then all of a sudden,
between the pressure of his asshole on my cock shaft and the pressure
of the rubber on my cockhead, I shot. My cum filled up the head of
the rubber, and I could feel my cockhead swimming in it. I collapsed
against Larry's back, with my cheek between his shoulder blades. I
heard him say, "Pull out the rubber and your cock together. Hold the
rubber by its ring, and be real careful." So I did. It smelled sort
of funky, so I peeled it off real carefully and took a quick trip to
the bathroom to throw it in the garbage. Then I went back to Larry
and he wriggled over so I could lie down beside him. I felt good --
I hadn't enjoyed it as much as our round of cocksucking the previous
weekend, but it had been fun, and I could tell that getting fucked
was kind of uncomfortable for him, and it made me feel good that he'd
wanted to do it with me, so as I snuggled up to him, I put my arm
across his back and shoulder and kissed him, first on the jaw, then a
good kiss on the mouth. Then between the sex and the warmth of the
fire, I felt drowsy, and dropped into a nap.
Part 10
The fire had died down a little when I woke up from my after-sex nap,
but it was still pretty warm, and I was sweating. When Larry
realized I was awake, he gave me a kiss, and then got up and went
into the kitchen and came back with two big glasses of water. I was
thirsty and chugged about half of mine. Then we sat down together in
front of the fire with the sheet wrapped around us and started
talking. I was feeling mellow, and we talked about some of our other
interests besides sex. Larry was quite a musician, and even though
we didn't have the same tastes, I liked some of the instrumental
stuff in his collection. I found out we both liked to travel -- he'd
been all over the world, and I'd just done a lot of driving around
California. We talked about our trips to Yosemite, and to the
beaches up and down the coast, and the hikes we'd taken in the
redwoods -- there were places right nearby I hadn't discovered yet,
since I'd only been in the area a year and a half and he'd lived
there over 20 years. I really felt like Larry and I were getting to
be good friends, and I was starting to daydream a little about going
hiking with him and having sex together at night out in the woods in
the summer. And all this time we were drinking water by the pint,
because it was warm in front of the fire and I was still sweating.
After a while I noticed my bladder was getting kind of full and I
needed to piss. I said to Larry, "Hold on a second, I've got to go
take a leak." He gave me a big grin and said, "Are you up for
something new and different?" I suddenly realized what was going on,
and I was about to say no. Then I thought back to the time Robby and
I pissed on each other in the back yard, and I realized that Larry
and I had drunk so much water that our piss probably wouldn't even
look yellow, and so I decided to go for it. I didn't have any idea
what Larry really had in mind, but I figured that as long as he
didn't want me to drink it, I'd give it a try, so I grinned back and
nodded.
Larry led the way into the bathroom, and then into the shower, and
shut the shower door. We were both half hard, but it was a piss
hardon, not a real one. We stood facing each other and looked at
each other, and I didn't know what to do next. Larry grinned again
and said, "Fire away." I couldn't quite believe it. I said "You
mean, just piss right on you?" He nodded, and said "Don't use it all
up in one squirt, though. Just about anywhere feels good, as long as
it's below my shoulders and above my thighs." I'm a little pee-shy
to begin with, and I kind of had to blank my mind out to be able to
piss anywhere other than a toilet, but I took my cock in my hand and
let loose. The stream shot out of my cock and hit him right above
the nipples. I didn't have a lot of control, but by the time I was
able to stop, I'd soaked a good bit of his chest and stomach. I was
actually getting turned on a little -- squirting like that felt kind
of sexy, a little bit like shooting cum. After I stopped, I knew he
was going to take a turn on me, and that was just fine with me -- I
was getting harder, and I was thinking of the way his hot cum felt
when it hit my skin. So I looked at Larry for a second and then
nodded. He pointed his cock right at my pubes and shot. He soaked
all my pubic hair (what there is of it), then my balls and my inner
thighs. By the time he stopped, I was getting into it -- the stream
of piss on my balls and thighs felt a little like his tongue had
felt, and I actually liked it. I took my turn again, and this time I
aimed for his pubes and the sides of his balls. I got my cock right
up against him so the stream would hit him as hard as it could. He
was getting turned on, and he started jacking himself off as I was
pissing on him. When it was his turn, he said "Turn around", and
this time he unloaded on my ass. I spread my legs and ass so I could
feel his piss on my ass crack and the back of my balls, and it was a
real turn-on. I knew my next turn was going to be my last, and I
wanted it to be good, so I put the head of my nearly-hard cock right
up against his balls and let loose. I emptied my bladder all over
his balls and crotch, and I could tell he loved every minute of it.
He got so hard he could hardly piss, but he still had some juice
left, and he told me to kneel down. I was afraid he was going to aim
for my mouth, but he didn't -- he aimed for the front of my shoulders
and then for my nipples, and soaked my whole front with the rest of
his load. I felt his piss trickling down my stomach and into my
pubic hair and down onto my balls, and I got so turned on I grabbed
my cock and started pumping. Larry pulled me to my feet and then
started jacking himself again off too. We were both hot and it
didn't take us long to shoot another load -- cum this time -- onto
each other's stomach. Then we looked at each other again, and
laughed, and hugged despite the mess. I felt the tip of his cock
nuzzle up against my balls, and mine against his, and it felt great.
And it hadn't felt weird or gross at all, just another great sexy way
to have fun with the man I had the most fun with.
After all that, we finally turned on the shower and gave each other a
good scrubbing. We were both starting to fade out, and after
toweling each other dry we headed for bed and some rest. We got into
bed and held each other and kissed for a while, and then I turned
over to get more comfortable. Larry snuggled up against me, and I
could feel his chest fur tickling my back, and his half-hard cock
nestled right in my ass crack. He put his arm around me, and kissed
the back of my neck, and I felt wonderful. I put my arm over his,
holding it to my chest, and fell asleep.
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