| The Vent - Part 4 | ||
| Christopher was telling Ron about
his first experiences in the Army and was asking if Ron thought it was gay.
William listened very intently. When Ron said, "Fuck labels,” William turned to
me, smiled and said, "Right on!" He gave me a big hug. Then, as you'll probably
remember, Ron asked Christopher to fuck him. Holy shit, I thought William would
faint. As we watched the TV I'm sure William didn't blink once. William leaned forward toward the TV set hoping for an even better view as Ron straddled Christopher, they thoroughly greased each other up, and then Ron settled down on Christopher's long, hard poker. I moved up closer against William's back with my hardon pressed against his upper thigh. As we watched the scene and snuggled together, William lifted a leg, reached under the leg below his balls, and pulled my big pointer up between his legs just under his balls. On the screen, Christopher was fucking Ron and they had fallen to their sides. William absently fondled his balls and my cockhead as he stared at the tube. They'd changed position so that Christopher was on top and Ron was bent double, taking Christopher's long thin probe deeply. Our view was almost perfect as we saw down between their bodies. Their fucking grew more active. Their bodies pounded together with Christopher using intense in-and-out, plus hip swiveling grinding motions. Their verbal exclamations added to the terrific turn on of watching the scene. William couldn't believe his eyes. We watched the big finale in a front to back clinch. My front was pressed against William's back, with my cock pressed up between his legs and under his balls. I stroked his nipples, chest and stomach. William was still blankly fondling his own balls and my cockhead. Mixed with the exclamations coming from the TV speakers, William kept repeating, "Oh my god --- I can't believe it." It was clear that Ron's soft cock had spewed cum all over himself again while getting fucked. William glanced back at me with his eyes wide, then quickly looked back to the screen. "You see that, Dougie? Ron fuckin' shot his wad again, man. Shit, bro, he wasn't even bein' touched!" I said nothing. The show continued for a couple more minutes and then it was clear that Christopher was having a very furious orgasm. We watched until they started cleaning up each other. I turned the TV off and started rewinding the tape. William turned to face me. We cuddled and kissed a bit on the cheek. I said, "Well --- do I win?" He looked at me a long time. "Guess I've got a lot of livin' to do, Dougie. I've never even thought about some of the stuff they did." After a few minutes William asked me if I'd ever thought about guys fucking. I told him I'd wondered a lot about it since I first saw the tape. He was still absently fondling my cock. "I don't know if I could ever handle havin' this thing in my ass." "How 'bout the other way around?" He looked at me. "Geez, that sounds really wild." I said I'd like to try it the next time we got together. I took out the tape and put it under the futon. We turned off the lights and laid side-by-side, face to face. We continued to cuddle and fondle each other for a while. We kissed some more, too. It was strange and wonderful, all at the same time. I was slowly drifting off to sleep when I heard a noise in Christopher's room. I knew it was after three a.m. I guessed they were back. In the silence of the room with William sleeping quietly next to me I faintly heard the shower running downstairs. I was now wide awake and plotting, but I decided there was no way I could start taping whatever they were going to do. After all, William thought Christopher had made the tape and I'd just found it. It was better that way, and I couldn't do anything without blowing my cover. William was still sleeping when I got up on Sunday morning. I took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and went to the kitchen to feed the cat --- and myself. I had been sitting at the kitchen table with my cereal and my thoughts when I heard the guestroom door open and Ron's voice. It was clear that he'd showered and Christopher was just about to take one. I had a half-erection and decided on the spur of the moment to pull my towel off. It just laid it across the chair. Ron walked in, I turned, acted startled, got up and we high-fived. Ron was wrapped in a towel but I was totally exposed and he looked me over closely as we greeted each other. "Oops, sorry Ron. I didn't think you guys would be up this early." I turned to get my towel. "Fuck, bro --- don't cover up 'cause of me." He came over by the table. "Before my roommate screwed things up I was always naked around the house," Ron said. I told him I never put anything on when I was home alone. "You shouldn't hide your bod, Doug. You're a fuckin' beaut!" I got out some more cereal and milk and popped some bread in the toaster. Ron's eyes followed me as I walked around and we talked. I started feeling really good about how he was watching me, and I "unconsciously" scratched my balls and stretched a few times when I didn't think it would be too obvious. I wanted him to know I was real open and free, just in case. Ron sat at the table talking and scratched himself, too. At one point, when I really couldn't have missed it, he uncrossed his legs and his towel fell open a bit to expose his cock. I delivered his toast to him and sat down sideways, facing him, in the same way he was facing me. I had forgotten to get him a glass so he got up, letting his towel fall to the chair. I said, "Oh, geez, I'm sorry Ron," and started to get up, but he put his hand on my arm to keep me seated. "I may be gettin' old, but I ain't lame, Doug. I can do something for myself. I'm not used to all this service." I watched his firm ass cheeks as he walked to the cupboard and his flopping cock as he walked back. I decided to be bold. "What's that?” I asked, pointing to his tattoo. He stood close in front of me to show me how the rose covered the "A" and the arrow, using the opportunity to expose himself to me in complete detail. "I heard of a guy once got a tattoo right on his dork," I said. Ron looked at me quizzically as he sat down. "Where'd he do it, on the head?" I stretched out my body to more fully expose myself. "Oh shit, no --- that'd be a killer. I think it was right about here," I said, pointing to my half erected cock near the base of the shaft. "Fuck, bro --- that's got to hurt, too. This was bad enough, but it was a real turn on at the same time," he said, adding after a pause, "All the time he was doin' it I was hard." "I can understand that, man. I guess it's my age, but I'm hard half the time," I said. Ron smiled warmly. "Hell, you just gotta get more nooky, Doug, that's all." He leaned back and toyed with himself very openly. "They say your sex drive peaks at seventeen or eighteen, but I feel a hell-of-a-lot sexier now than I did back then. Probably because I got over all my teenage bullshit hang-ups." I thought I heard a cue. "Yeah, I know, Ron. I'm tryin' to loosen up every way I can. I want to try lots of stuff --- you know --- experiment and, ah --- I guess, just play around." Ron took a mouthful and chewed, looking at me thoughtfully. He glanced at my lap and my swollen sausage. "There's lot's of fun shit you can do with that big thing you got there that would blow most eighteen year old's minds, Doug," he said. I swallowed my last bites. "Hey, I'm ready to learn. I don't want to be just another hung up kid, you know?" I heard Christopher coming down the hall. I sat up a little straighter and so did Ron, since we were both obviously exposing ourselves to each other. Christopher was already dressed in shorts and a tank top. He did a double take when he saw us. "Hi, Douglas. You feed Tiger?" "Yeah --- about a half hour ago." Ron looked at the kitchen clock. "How soon we gotta leave, Chris?" Christopher looked at him and grinned. "Five minutes --- but, I really think you should put something on first." Ron got up, so did I, and we left Christopher in the kitchen staring after us as we headed down the hall carrying our towels. "See ya later, Ron. Have a great day!" He stopped and turned toward me. "You're a beaut, Doug. Don't waste it." He paused, stepped closer, his voice was low. "I fucked up real bad gettin' married too soon, kid. Play around --- try lots of stuff --- don't let any cunt tie you down too soon." I thanked him. As I turned to go up the stairs he patted my ass. I stopped and turned to him. He smiled, then gave me an "OK" sign with one hand and scratched his balls with the other. "Thanks for the breakfast, bro," he said. I woke up William so he could shower, since we both had to go to work at noon. I wanted to play with his morning hard-on but there wasn't enough time. While William was showering I put my tapes away in their special hiding spot and cleaned up the room. As we were driving to work, William asked if I wanted to get together and "do something" that night. I grabbed my crotch. "Sure, Will. How 'bout me getting Christopher to tape us while we 'do something', em?" He snickered. "Well, maybe not Chris --- but, someday --- maybe we could make a tape of our own to watch. I told William I'd stop by and get him when I got off work. Well --- it didn't work out that way. That afternoon William's mother and his sister, Angela, were involved in a car accident. They didn't need to go to the hospital or anything but they were really shook up, the car was a mess and William had to stay home with them that night. I was all set to tape the actions in Christopher's room, but he didn't come home until late, and then he was alone. Boring! All my plans hadn't worked out, so I had to jack off to recent memories. It was a hot week and business was slow at the Pizza House. On Wednesday afternoon I had to make a delivery next door to where some guy was doing carpenter work on a building. One look at the muscular bod clad in small cut-off's and I knew it was Ron. He seemed to be working alone so I stopped to say "hello." He was really friendly, giving me lots of warm smiles and even a few little ass-pats. He mentioned that he was going to have to work late to get ready for a building inspector who was due to arrive the next morning. I had another delivery waiting so I split. I got an idea, ordered a "medium special with the works" and a quart of coke with my own money and took it back to Ron. He was really thankful and even friendlier. He said he'd only had a sandwich for lunch and was famished. I was really glad it worked out so well. I wanted to make points because I was dreaming of something happening between me 'n Ron some day. You know --- one of those special dreams you have that you think will never come true --- kind of like a "wet dream," in this case. Mom, of course, was back home. She'd be there in and out at least until the weekend. Christopher put on some jack-off shows down in his room a few times, but it was dull stuff compared to what I had on tape. He and I would meet in the kitchen sometimes that week, usually both wrapped in towels after our showers. Things were much more warm and cordial between us. I guessed that maybe he was becoming at least a little intrigued with his young stud brother and would often eye my body when he thought I couldn't see him. (It's amazing how many things can act like a mirror in a kitchen: The sides of a shiny toaster; the window on the oven; and the window on the microwave, to name a few.) I was always watching Christopher watch me when he didn't know I could see him. While trying to make small talk, I mentioned to Christopher one morning that there was another stock car race coming up a week from Saturday night in the town about fifty miles away. I knew he and Ron had gone to the last race. "Fuck, man --- can't go," he said. I asked, "How come?" "She-it, bro --- I got 'guard' all that weekend." I asked what he meant and he said that he was going to have to go to National Guard Training one full weekend every month now that he was out of active duty. My head started calculating. "I thought you said you n' Ron went to the races last time --- a week or so ago. You guys like 'em?" Christopher smiled. "Hell, yes! It's wild, man. Lot's of wrecks, booze --- broads. It was a kick in the ass --- hell-of-a-show for ten bucks." I saw Ron working on the new house again two days later and brought him another pizza. Again he was very cordial. "Really appreciate it, bro." He patted my arm. "Tell you what! I don't need to work late tonight. Just another half hour or so. When do you get off?" I said it was slow and I was going to cut out in about a half hour, too. "Well --- how 'bout havin' a pizza party at my place. My roommate works 'til nine tonight and he's meeting his broad for dinner before they come fuck on my couch." He pulled a twenty out of his pocket. "Sound like a good idea, stud?” he asked. I was excited and said, "Great!" Ron looked me over, then handed me the twenty. "Here, Doug, take this and buy another one and I'll meet you at my place." Ron glanced at his watch. "Maybe forty-five minutes, okay? If you don't want anyone at your house to know you stopped by, go ahead and come in the alley and park in back." Ron grinned at me, and then sniffed his arm pits. "Whew! I gotta get a shower before I can't stand myself anymore. I've been sweatin' like a skunk all day." When I pulled up in the alley behind his place, Ron was just getting out of his truck. He looked at my car and didn't recognize it. "Geez, Louise --- nice wheels, Doug. Where'd you steal 'em." I didn't know he'd be interested in my new car (actually about a four year old Firebird, but new to me). He came over, looked all through it and told me it was perfect for me. The next best thing to telling a teenager he's really sharp is to say the same about his wheels. Ron went up another notch in my book! I followed him inside and we dropped the pizzas and cokes in the kitchen. I was surprised at how clean and well furnished the place was --- not at all what I'd guessed. Ron immediately dropped his shorts, sneakers and sox by the kitchen door. I was a little surprised that he hadn't worn underwear. "Come on, stud --- follow me an' we can shoot the shit while I'm cleanin' up." I watched the bouncing globes of his tight ass as I followed him to the bathroom. He had a big, old fashioned corner stall shower. He reached in and turned on the water, then turned to me. "You okay, or you need to clean up, too?" I looked down at myself. I knew I'd been sweating. I didn't know what might happen that night. "I'm a little skuzzy," I said. "Well, come on an' join me, man. There's room enough for two and we can get each other's back." Wow! What an invitation. I immediately started taking off my shoes. I'd showered with other guys at school, but never under just one shower head and never so close together --- and never with a hunk like Ron. He scrubbed my back, all the way down to my asscheeks, and then I scrubbed his. Ron said, "Turn around and I'll do your front." I did, and noticed that his cock was pretty swollen and the cockhead was very reddish-purple. I'd been nervous and mine was still pretty soft. Ron was very caring and attentive to me. He washed my arms, chest and stomach, and then his hands moved down my thighs. He really took his time and did a very thorough job --- and came really close to touching my cock --- but didn't! His huge nine inch cock was sticking almost straight out from his body and mine was getting a little raised, too. Ron knew how to touch bodies better than anyone I'd ever been close to. It was my turn to wash the front of him and I did the same. I came really close to touching his boner, too --- but I didn't either. Ron said really nice things about my body while we were washing, and I sincerely returned the compliments. He giggled, "Sounds like a fuckin' mutual admiration society." We dried off and landed "kitty-corner" from each other on some chairs at the kitchen table. Ron didn't cover up his bare ass nakedness, so I didn't either. He was pretty well spread out in front of me as he slouched down on his chair. I did the same. We ate and we talked, both of us leaning back on our chairs and pretty much on display for each other. About half way through the pizza I took a step toward opening up my favorite subject. "It must be hell not bein' married anymore," I said. He looked at me a little surprised. "Why do you say that?" "Oh --- when I think of being married I think about stuff like cuddling a lot and having steamy hot sex every night." Ron leaned back, brushed his cock to the side and laughed really hard. "Shit, bro --- that's a total fuckin' fantasy. We had more sex in a week when we were datin' than we had all the time when we were married. Some nights I'd get so horny I'd start jackin' off in front of her an' she told me to stop because it was dirty." He wiped some pizza crumbs from his chest and looked at me up and down, then smiled broadly again. "Doug --- man, you're a fuckin' card. I got to get you on one of them comedy shows. You'd be good, too --- especially if you did your act naked with your cock hangin' out. You'd fuckin' blow 'em away." Ron stopped smiling, looked really thoughtful and got kind of serious. "There ain't many women makin' their husbands real happy in the sex department, buddy. Maybe it's the guys fault, I don't know. Probably is, I guess. Anyway --- every young married guy I talk to --- like down at the carpenters union --- they're all miserable. Every last one of 'em." I knew I had to be very careful. "Geez. I guess it's true. But fuck, man --- a guys gotta do something to get off, you know? I'm always climbin' the walls." He looked at me intently, thinking. "Only thing I know to do is --- ah, just --- jack off and dream --- or maybe, go to a whore or, --- ah, maybe --- just get someone to handle the problem for you." My heart was beating hard and I knew I had to be very careful. I giggled at a memory. "Mom caught me poundin' my schlong right after I moved in with her. Fuck, man --- I was really embarrassed. She made jackin' off sound really uncool." I watched Ron for any sign I was taking the discussion too far. He was just sipping his coke and looking me over. I added, "I just gotta figure some things out, I guess. Couldn't talk to my dad, and my brother seems to be real paranoid about that stuff." Ron glanced at the kitchen clock. Otherwise it seemed like he was real interested and listening intently. I said, "I guess I know you almost better than I know my bother, since he's been gone in the Army. In the two years I've been watchin' you and you've been my hero --- like I said --- I've always thought you seemed real cool about this kind of shit. You don't try to hide or nothin'." Ron was leaning back on his chair with his legs spread. His big cock was clearly growing as I talked. Ron just watched me and wasn't saying anything. I added, "I'm kinda wonderin' a lot these days about sex, you know? I could really use somebody to clue me in." I flexed my body and brushed my slightly aroused sausage. "When this thing keeps swellin' up fifty times a day its like --- I just don't know what to do with it." Ron brushed his erection. He started to stand. "I know what you mean, bro ---" He got up and stretched right in front of me, his big boner not more than a foot and a half from my face. He went to the refrigerator and got out two more cokes. He came back to the table, popped the tops on both cans and put one in front of me. When he sat down he slumped lower in the chair than he had been and his hardness was even more spread out. Without looking very hard I could see his asscrack from where I sat. His cock looked like it was still growing, too. He sipped the new coke. "Doug --- it's a big fuckin' problem for all high powered guys like us." He brushed his hand over his hard on and said, "Look --- I get 'em all the time, too." He paused and stared at me for a few moments. "Ya know, Doug --- the only answers I got are really different than what most people say. I've tried most ways and they don't work for me. Like, I even just tried bein' married and that didn't work. Maybe sometime, when I know you a little better --- so I'm sure I'm not blowin' your mind and all --- maybe then we'll take some time and I'll tell you what I really think." Ron was going to say something more but we heard a car door slam, and he said, "Damn --- it's my fuckin' roommate and his girl." We split for the bathroom and were dressed and acting normal when they came in the back door. Visions of a naked Ron danced in my head when I beat off that night on my futon. Ron and Christopher worked out the next night, went to their night school class together, and then went out somewhere all day Sunday that next weekend. I felt jealous. I thought a lot about how I was going to get closer to my dream man and do some of the things I'd seen him do with my brother. I knew that the next weekend would be my big chance because of Christopher having to be gone on Guard duty. William and I couldn't fool around at either my house or his because Mom stayed home that weekend and his mother and sister were still mentally and emotionally suffering the effects of their accident. We just played a lot of innocent grab ass in the car, touching each other a bit and always getting huge erections. We never talked about what we were doing --- we just did it. That next week, every time I went anywhere near Ron's job site I'd bring him something or just stop by. He was getting more and more cordial with me. On the Tuesday before the weekend when Christopher would be gone, I mentioned the stock car race when I stopped to see him. Ron really brightened. I said I'd decided to drive up to see them and asked what he was doing. He slapped my shoulder and said, "Hell, buddy, I'm goin' with you if I could get my ass invited!" Ron seemed really happy about the idea of us going to the races. He even once squeezed my asscheek as he stood beside me in a semi-enclosed place in the construction. "How 'bout this, Doug. Maybe we'll drive up there --- like, around noon Saturday. We can see the time trials that way. They start about six. I'll spring for a motel room so we can relax before the races and don't have to rush right back. Then we can talk uninterrupted, and I'll give you all that big brother advice you wanted. Then, maybe --- we can cruise back late Sunday afternoon." Holy shit! I could hardly sleep the next few nights. I stopped at Ron's job site every day after that, bringing him food and treats. We took a break together sitting on a sawhorse with some drinks and two sub sandwiches on Thursday afternoon. Almost offhanded Ron said, "You really interested in things like sucking and stuff?" I almost fell off the sawhorse. I didn't remember ever mentioning sucking. "Yeah --- sure, man. Why?" He looked at me for a few seconds while he chewed his food. "Well, I noticed something the other day at my house. You got a lot of hair down there, like on your balls and around your cock. If you're gonna get loosened up and have someone lickin' around and stuff, it probably needs to be trimmed. I mean, some people like a lot of hair in their mouth but most would rather just lick clean skin." I stammered around about not knowing what needed to be trimmed. "Don't worry, Doug. Didn't mean to shock you. It's just that when you're thinkin' about fuckin' around and doing other stuff, you gotta get yourself prepared --- not just mentally like you're talkin' about, but physically, too." He paused, then, as if he had a fresh idea he said, "Tell you what. You want to get trimmed up? Let me know and I'll show you how this weekend." It took forever for Saturday to come. William wanted to stay over Friday night. He and I were both really horny, but we settled for a little grab ass and mutual masturbation in the car because mom was home preparing to take a trip with Armando sometime on Saturday. It wasn't too safe where we were parked to do our fooling around so neither of us got off. She-it! It had been two weeks since William and I had played with each other and we were both ready for another step. I told William I had to split for a day on Saturday, and luckily, he didn't ask many questions. I don't know how he would handle knowing that I was going away for a day with Ron --- especially since he'd seen the tape. Saturday was hot and sultry! Ron and I left just after noon in my Firebird. Thank God for air conditioning. The ride took only about an hour and we had a blast, gassing, whooping it up, joking and laughing like two very old friends. We were both only wearing very short cut-off's and Ron often would pat my bare thigh as we were talking. At one point Ron looked at me real hard for a minute and then asked, "Doug --- you got a broad?" I told him I went out with two different girls but wasn't going steady. I said, "They're really frustrating. Both of 'em." Without really thinking I added, “Maybe I'm turnin' queer, Ron. I'd rather be around guys." He muttered, "Fuck labels." It was quiet for a while before Ron spoke again. "Ya know, bro, we really gotta talk about some shit when we get to the motel." He knew of a good truck stop so we pulled on some tank tops to make us legal and ate lunch on the edge of the town where the races were held. The truck stop waitress acted like she'd never seen hunks like us before. She was in her thirties, dyed blonde, pretty dumpy, but she came on to us like a cement truck. Ron was really nice and teased her, even giving her a little crotch-shot from the booth when he knew she was looking our way. Just before we left the truck stop Ron said we were going to be up really late so, when we checked in to the motel, we maybe should take a little nap and let lunch settle. "We can get some of that talkin' done we need to do, too," he said. The motel room was really nice, with two big double beds. The air conditioning had been on low and the room was warm --- but not hot! Ron went to the can to take a leak. I kicked off my tank top, sneakers and sox and flopped on one of the beds. When he came back into the room he'd shed everything but his cut-off's, and they were unbuttoned about half way down. He surprised me by laying down on the bed right beside me. "Thanks for bein' such a great friend, Doug," he said in a low voice. He put his hand lightly on my chest. I rolled to my side to face him and touched his shoulder. I whispered back, "Thank you." For a long minute we just laid side by side. Ron's hand slipped absently over my chest, finally finding a nipple to lightly tweak. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I thought he was about to say something, but he just slipped his hand over my shoulder, ran it down my back, and then pulled our two bodies lightly together. I put my hand on his back and, after a minute or two, we pressed together more tightly. We just laid together, side by side, hugging and snuggling for a long time. Ron's hand moved over my back, mine moved up and down his side, and our bodies were separated only by our cut-off's. I could feel his cock expanding against my crotch. "Doug, old buddy --- we gotta talk," Ron said as we lay pressed against each other, cheeks lightly touching. Ron pulled his head back. Our eyes locked on each other for quite a time before the talking actually started. It was like he was searching me. His voice was very low --- barely audible. "I been thinkin' a lot about you and some of the stuff you been sayin', Doug. I been rememberin' back to when I was eighteen and what I was thinkin', and how dammed fucked up I was. I think I was feelin' about the same way you're feelin'." His hand continued to lightly stroke my back. Our eyes were still locked on each other. "Can you keep secrets?” he asked. I nodded. A little grin broke out on his face. "If you ever tell anybody what I'm gonna tell you this weekend you'll be in very deep shit." "God, Ron --- you're my hero. I'd never tell something you told me to someone else. Especially if you told me not to." Ron's hand moved to my arm and then ran over my chest very lightly. "Well --- only one other person in the whole world knows what I'm probably gonna tell you today, and I've really been wonderin' if I'm wise to double that number to two. If word leaked out about what I think about some of this stuff, I'd lose everything. I mean everything! My job, because I know I'd get thrown out of the union, and probably Alice would sue me and maybe get my house and all that kind of stuff. All kinds of shit would definitely come down. That's why I've decided to be real careful and not tell anybody anything. I wasn't gonna tell even one person anything after Alice and me split, but it's too lonely that way. Maybe someday I'll move to the coast or something and then I can be free to say what I'm thinkin'." I got a little panic stab at the thought of my hero moving away. I guess he saw the reaction. "Don't have a shit fit, bro --- I ain't movin' anytime soon." I ran my hand over his side and down his thigh below his cut-off's. God, what an awesome body he had --- much bigger and more firm and hard than William's. He shuddered at my touch. "Oooh, that feels good," he said, adding, "See, Doug --- in our town there's only one way people think the world should operate. A guy like you's gotta chase skirts 'til you catch one. Then you get married and raise four kids, work your ass off, buy a little house, do all the security shit your woman wants, get old, retire, and bounce your grandkids on your knee. I think they call that 'gettin' domesticated', or something. People around here think that's life, but it ain't what turns me on. Anybody who thinks different than that is goin' to hell in a hand basket according to them." Ron paused. We continued our one finger touching of each other. He looked me in the eye. "Well, fuck man --- I've tried damn hard but I can't make my head go that way. I think really different now, and --- for the first time --- pretty much everything in my life finally makes sense. When I was your age I thought gettin' a broad and fuckin' every day would cure everything, but it didn't. I was a jock too, when I was eighteen --- and I got real good at seein' what I wanted to see in the locker room without anyone else knowin'. Now I know a lot of stuff. Like, a whole lot of those guys in the locker room were doin' the same thing I was doin'. They were lying to themselves and each other, sneakin' a lot of peeks at the other guys, and doin' a lot of lonesome jackin' off. Those kind will never be happy because they're livin' a lie. I also now know that if Alice had wanted to fuck five times a day, it still wouldn't have made me feel okay or change things." He searched my eyes for another long minute. "Doug --- you're a real prize, but you're too shook up and hung up to know it yet. If you decide to say 'screw it' to the way everyone else in our town says is right, you've got to be very careful or your world is gonna collapse around you." Ron continued staring into my eyes. "Fuck, man --- it's the reason I got married --- to try to go the normal route. Screwed me up, and screwed Alice up, too. She's a wonderful chick, man. It ain't her fault she's got different needs than me. She couldn't help havin' PMS and bein' on a physical and emotional roller coaster every month. I didn't want to fuck up her head. Someday I won't be able to hide my real self anymore, and by that time I hope to be able to move away so I can be openly free." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Doug --- if you're thinkin' what I think you're thinkin', you gotta make the same kind of plans. Either that, or live the lie --- like everyone wants you to live." We went back to just holding each other gently for another few minutes. Our hands moved lightly over each others sides, backs, over jeans covered ass cheeks, and down naked thighs. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, our faces side by side, with my mouth right next to Ron's ear. I smelled the faint smell of wonderful after-shave. I really wanted to whisper "I love you" in his ear but I didn't dare. A few moments later he whispered in my ear, "You're first!" I leaned back and looked him in the eye. "What do you mean?" He got a cute grin on his face. "What I mean is, if you want to do something more than just lay here squeezin' me to death, go ahead and do it." I looked for some clarification. He rolled on to his back pulling me up on top of him. He leered at me wickedly. "Take me, big boy. I'm yours!" I know I wouldn't have dared to move ahead so boldly if I hadn't seen Ron and my brother do so much with each other on the tube and then had a chance to see it again on videotape. I knew a lot about what Ron liked, but I had to be careful because he didn't know I'd seen him doing all those things. I started to put my lips lightly on his cheek as my hands moved down his sides. His hands began sweeping my back and going over my denim covered buns, pulling my groin hard against his. My lips slipped across his cheek getting closer and closer to his mouth. Our bodies began to lightly grind together. Then, we kissed! It was very tentative at first, and happened because my lips had moved across his cheek near his mouth again and then Ron had moved his head so that they'd meet. Our hands were sweeping each other's bodies as our groins pressed together harder and harder. The urgency was building. We rolled to our sides again and our hands slipped inside each other's cut-off's. Ron stopped to unbutton mine some more, and soon we were pushing them down, exposing each other's erections. Everything was happening faster and faster. Our mouths were now locked on each other as our hands pushed each others shorts down past knees to ankles. As we embraced we again rolled together so that I was on top. I began kissing and licking Ron's face, neck, and then moved my moist lips over his chest. I could feel his big, thick, hard cock pressed against my belly as our two love muscles slipped and slid together side by side. The only lube we had was a bit of dampness from our sweat. Ron's hands were gripping and kneading my ass cheeks. I bent to lick his nipples. Ron's body continued to move under me and he let out some low moans. It was my intention to continue licking downward, but Ron held my asscheeks to keep our cocks grinding together so that I couldn't move my lips toward his prize. We began to just dry fuck each other, body to body, with greater abandon. Ron pulled my head up to his and we kissed some more while our cocks continued jacking each other off. It was almost like riding a bucking bronco. Ron's body was grinding up and down, round and round, thrusting his huge piece of meat against me as his hips rotated. My own movements seemed to be in perfect harmony as our huge logs slipped and slid against each other. And, that was it! Just a wild, dry humping body to body fuck. His legs had been spread wide and then flipped up to lay over mine. His hands squeezed my asscheeks and a finger sometimes strayed over my asshole, but nobody actually entered anyone else. With lots of moans, groans and frantic frenching, Ron's monster cock spewed a big load of cream between our bodies as we rocked together. After a momentary lull in his movements, Ron's began again to fiercely rotate his hips and his hands frantically moved over my back and ass in frenzied anticipation of my joining him in this ultimate ecstasy. It took a few more minutes, and then I, too, erupted... sending blast after blast of hot cum to mix with his between our bodies. We moved to side-by-side positions and laid pressed together for a long time after the final thrusts. Our perspiration keep the cum from drying between our bodies. Holy shit, what a wild experience. This was Ron, the handsome big stud carpenter from across the street, and it wasn't a video anymore... it was a loving, wonderful, person to person episode, and I wanted more. Ron let me wash him when we showered. This time I actually got to handle and play with his big cudgel and balls. After I had done an overly thorough job on Ron, he did the same to me, finally getting down in the shower and taking my boner in his mouth as the water beat down on us. He sucked me for a while, and then I wanted to do the same for him but he stopped me. "That's for later, you big blond bear." We dried each other, stopped to brush our teeth, and then went back to the bed. Ron fooled around in the bathroom for a minute and I laid on the bed waiting and wondering what awesome experience we'd have next. When he came into the room he had a wet washcloth, a towel, a jar of something called "Lube," a little squeeze bottle of after shave, a can of shaving cream and some razors. "Time to do that little shave job, Doug," he said as he sat down on the bed beside me. He had me spread my legs as he very carefully shaved all the extra hair from my cock, balls, between my legs, and around my asshole. Holy shit... it was almost better than sex. I got a roaring erection as he handled my schlong, cautiously shaving the extra hairs from my cockstem. He had me flip my legs up over my body while he even shaved all the hairs around my touchy asshole and down the crack between my legs to my balls. It must have taken almost a half hour to do the whole job. I was so close to cumming a few times as he ministered to me that I had to make him stop until the intense feelings subsided a bit. He finished by using a creamy after shave called, "Afta," rubbing it around the area until he had me fully worked up again. After he'd finished, Ron just laid beside me on his back as if he was tired from his shaving labors. We kissed and hugged for a while and then he let me do what I wanted to do to him. I touched and fondled him everywhere. Of course, it was that awesome cock I was primarily interested in. I toyed with it, licked it, then licked his balls, and soon was sucking him as best as I knew how. I'd dreamed many times of sucking Ron dry and tasting his cum. Now was my chance as he just lay across the bed, "oooh'ing," moaning, and absently running his hands over my body. I licked his inner thighs, spreading his legs wide apart. I raised and spread his legs even more, licking him deep in the crevice under his balls, and running my tongue over his asshole until he squirmed in ecstasy. I wanted to experience everything I'd ever thought of or witnessed Ron do with Christopher on the video. I gave him a most thorough going over with my hands and my tongue, probably taking close to an hour to do my explorations. Since I knew more about what Ron liked than he knew I knew, when I began actually sucking his turgid pole my fingers moved to fondle his asshole. I could feel his reactions to what my fingers were doing at his back door in the stiffness of the probe I was sucking. If I pressed a finger slightly in to him his cock would instantly tighten, his whole body would tense and I'd hear a moan. So... I went further. As I crouched between his wide spread legs my finger went more deeply into him each time my mouth slid down his pole. I think cocksucking comes very naturally to someone who has thought a lot about it, no matter how little experience the sucker has. I'd also learned a lot as I'd watched some pro's in action on my video screen, complete with a video replay. Of course, I knew about not using teeth, but I'd also studied all of the special little nuances that seemed to make it all feel a whole lot better. Certainly, the stud beneath me who was experiencing my labor was feeling no pain. One finger became two as my mouth became more and more capable of taking more and more of Ron's huge cock without gagging. It was strange that I could so quickly figure out my reflexes without any experience. Ron was thrashing in delirium as I finger fucked and sucked him. "Holy shit, Doug... I'm gonna cum, buddy!" I would have held back and made it last longer but my neck was getting sore. I went for it, ramming him deeply with two fingers as I took more and more of his throbbing pole into my throat. And then, it happened! His whole body spasmed and his cock began to quickly pulsate. I almost gagged so I pulled my head back to get the bulk of his jism in my mouth when he blew. There's really no describing the thrill we both had in those moments... me, tasting my first wonderful cum and Ron experiencing one of his most exciting orgasms (or so he later said). He pulled me up on top of him and we hugged and kissed some more. I knew he was getting a taste of his own secretions as our kissing became very deep. Ron reached to the bedside table and brought over the jar of Lube, unscrewing the top. "Doug, baby... put some in me." Of course, I knew exactly what he meant and I was very ready. His legs were already spread and I easily reached his asshole with my well lubed fingers. "We gotta go easy, man... you're pretty big," Ron said. He reached between us and began fondling my randy spear, slowly moving it into position as I got up into a push-up position above him. My fingers continued to loosen his ass with the slippery stuff, and then he replaced my fingers with my cock. It was a very slow and apparently painful procedure, until he got my big horn firmly "planted" inside of him. He squirmed a bit until I was deep inside of him, his hands went to my hips to guide me, and then our movement began. The tightness of his hot, moist cavern and my already randy condition didn't allow for much play. Every nerve in my body was alive. My newly shorn balls had been slapping against Ron's ass cheeks. It was all too much... a total assault on my senses beyond anything I'd ever experienced. After only a few strokes my cum boiled up and I blew! We had a flurry of movement during my protracted orgasm. Then, I collapsed on him. Again we kissed and hugged while Ron held my asscheeks and ran his fingers up and down my asscrack. I thought I should pull out but he held me in position and continued to fondle me. I'd lost some of my hardness, but slowly the tremendous sensations I was experiencing gave me a second wind. The rod buried deeply in my hero began to become fully rigid again. Ron shifted below me, his hands pulled me fully in to him, and then the movements of sex started again... ever so slowly at first, then building to the intensity of a full blown fuck. This time I had staying power. Ron changed position so that his legs were over his head, the backs of his knees almost at my shoulders, and we could look into each other's eyes but really couldn't comfortably kiss. This was, by far, the most animalistic episode I'd ever experienced. It was raw, hard, deeply thrusting, sweat bathed, powerful sex! Our bodies pounded together. I flashed on the fact that I'd never remembered Ron's sex with Christopher being so rough, but it seemed to be clearly what Ron wanted. Our bodies pounded together in pure lust until Ron stopped the action and, while still connected, we turned so that he was on his stomach and I was laid on across his broad back. We had many minutes of intense, driving, and thrusting again in this wonderful new position. I could lay out across him and meet his movements as he pivoted his hips. It seemed that I was much more deeply buried in his fiery, tightly constricted mine shaft. Our bodies moved in total union with each other. It seemed like I could feel everything... the tight squeezing of Ron's heated love tunnel as it massaged my swollen probe, the dampness of his sweaty, smooth skin as I laid out across his powerful frame, the sensations of my balls lightly slapping against his inner thighs with every mighty thrust of my driving spear. And then, finally, it was over. The assault on my senses was far too intense. Ron's body began quaking beneath me and I felt his tight sphincter compress even more tightly around my inflated lance. I sent shot after shot of scalding cum into my hero's innards as we ricocheted off each other in the intensity of ejaculation. We wiped up the sheets with a damp towel as best we could and then showered together again. The sheets had been dampened because Ron had fired a load of his own during our fabulous fuck. We got each other clean and dried and then fell asleep on the other bed in each others arms. The races? We never saw them! Until check-out time (noon) on Sunday we fondled, fucked, sucked, slept an hour or two to recharge some batteries, showered, dressed up enough to eat at the little cafe out front, and then went back to the room to experiment all over again. We drove home, laughing and talking like the two best buddies in the world. Since we'd driven in my car we ended up at my house. Naturally, I invited Ron in and we ended up in my room. I knew that Christopher wouldn't be back until late that night and Mom wouldn't be back until late on Monday. We hadn't had sex in at least two hours and I was feeing really horny... and a little bit curious. Even though I knew that Ron's sausage was huge, long and thick, I wanted to see what the big deal was about getting fucked in the ass. After all, during the preceding twenty-four hours I'd plowed Ron's ass three times, and twice he'd blown a load in the process. So, I closed the garage door so nobody could see my car, locked the house up and bolted my bedroom door. I stripped Ron, he stripped me, we kissed, fondled and lubed until we were both again wild with lust. Ron knew what I wanted and said he was a little fearful of hurting me. He was also feeling pretty wild about plowing my virgin ass. Wow! It really is "The agony and the ecstasy!" Even though we went very slowly and Ron was exceedingly patient, I almost stopped the proceedings a few times because of the intensity of the pain. I finally learned to relax and "push," and slowly Ron slipped his huge, slippery club deeply into my torrid virgin cavity. The pain subsided. Even though we'd probably unloaded each other at least eight times since our orgy had started, the tightness and the other sensations were too much for Ron, and soon my innards were bathed with a load of his juices. Just as he had done, I kept him in me as we slipped to our sides and kissed some more. "How we gonna handle the future, Doug?" he whispered. I didn't fully know what he meant. He added, "I don't think it's gonna be easy going back to the high five's and the 'how ya doing's', at least not for me. There's one other person I've been close to like this, but I feel much closer to you." It just slipped out of me. "Is it my brother?" Ron looked at me a little shocked. There was a pause before he spoke. I felt his huge probe start to soften in my ass. "Geez, Doug... answerin' that could be really dangerous." I hugged him. "I'm sorry, Ron. I just thought you guys were pretty close the last month...that's all." Ron looked at me. "It shows?" I said, "Not really... only that you're close." Well... we laid together side-by-side, still connected, and confessed what we'd been doing. He told me everything about Christopher, and I told him all about William. We talked about everything... curiosities, sizes, feelings... everything, except for my video productions. And then, things got sensual again. We began to embrace again, kissed a bit, and then let our hands move over each others bodies, exploring, fondling. I felt his organ stiffen, and he again began moving lightly inside of me. Now there was no pain... just the feeling of being stretched wide. We did the whole thing in that side-by-side position, rocking together, my cock sliding against his washboard stomach, Ron's leg laying over my body, our hands exploring as we deeply kissed. My prostate couldn't handle the massage of his sliding shaft anymore and I had the strangest, most unusual "cum" of my life. We continued for a while longer and then, after a flurry of heart pounding thrusts, my bowels were again flooded with his fiery seed. Ron had been inside me so long that I felt very strange and empty when his huge sausage finally slipped from my asshole. We probably spent another hour just fondling, hugging, kissing and snoozing before our passions began to reawaken again. One more time that day Ron lubed my cock and his asshole and then helped me plant my root deeply in him. I had told him I loved being spread out across his back, so that's how it was done. I was in him a long time too, thrusting deeply, before my juices finally boiled over. Again we hugged and kissed a while before finally taking a shower together. It was coming close to the time when Christopher might arrive so Ron finally split. I was sore all the next day. Even my pelvis muscles were sore from having rotated so much. My cock felt drained and almost raw, and my poor asshole felt like it had been stretched to the limit. I was very careful not to appear like I was walking funny. I stopped by to see Ron after a pizza delivery and he was extremely cordial. We couldn't hide in the uncompleted house for even a little hug, since there was an electrician working on the site that day, too. Ron asked what I was doing on Thursday after work. I told him I got off at six on Thursday, and he asked me if I wanted to meet him at a motel in a town about twelve miles away. So... that's how it went. About once a week we'd make excuses to everyone and slip away for a long evening of torrid, mushy, loving, wild sex. Ron said we'd need to be sure not to let the world catch on to what we were doing and we made a deal that I'd continue to fool around with William and he'd continue to see Christopher. He said he thought it would be a really good idea to get our little foursome together sometime soon so that we could share our secrets before they came out the wrong way and somebody got in trouble. Well... the plans are all made. On Labor Day weekend, just a few weeks from now... William, Christopher, Ron and I have rented a very remote lake cabin for a long holiday weekend. Of course, William and Christopher have no idea about what's going to happen. At this moment each of them are probably scheming about how they're going to get away with the one they think is their sex partner without the others finding out. Ron and I have talked about how careful we need to be, but... it ought to be a blast! |
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