It’s About Time
By Jay Barbera
My face must have lighted up like a harvest moon when I opened the front door on that Saturday morning and saw him standing on the front porch. We embraced platonically as do old friends, and I invited him in. Had it really been fifteen years since that first time? While making a pot of coffee, my mind shifted back to that time.
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“Well, I’ve been thinking about doing things like that for years,” I shyly admitted and sat back to wait for Scot, the kid next door, to continue with what he had been wanting to discuss with me. We were sitting in my recreation room where he had just confided in me about having homosexual fantasies. What the hell, lots of people have diversified sexual fantasies. So, why not assure him they’re perfectly normal.
“Really?” he said while seemingly surprised and placed a half filled glass of soda on the end table. “But you seem so manly,” the boy continued with a thoughtful look in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He snuggled into the opposite corner of the sofa to hear more.
I briefly scanned downward from the sandy-brown hair, over the eighteen-year-old’s handsome face to the muscular shoulders, arms and chest that were bulging through a tight T-shirt that matched his blue eyes. The weight lifting he had been doing for the past four years had definitely paid off. “There’s nothing unmanly about it,” I rationalized as if being an expert on the subject. But I was quick to add, “Not that I’ve ever had sex with a guy. I just don’t see anything wrong with it.”
Obviously more than mildly interested in the conversation he had been wanting to broach with me for the past several months, Scot took another sip of soda, put the glass down again and said, “But, what if you try to approach a friend and he refuses? He might go around telling everyone.” The kid glanced at the lump in my pants, saw that I noticed and shifted his eyes back to mine.
“Guess you just have to be careful about that,” I said with a shrug. What a tight body he had! With some of my recurring fantasies returning, a plan started to develop in my perverted mind. This might just work out.
But I needed a little information. “Have you ever had a blow job, Scot?” I asked, that being something I had been wanting to give to a guy for years.
A gleam flashed across his eyes and quickly faded. Then he looked embarrassed while saying, “No.” Scot picked up his glass of soda again. “I didn’t have much time for dating in high school. And now that I’ll be going to college in September, I’ll probably have even less free time.” He shot a glance at my lump again and smiled. Maybe he was thinking in the same groove as I was.
“A hand job from a girlfriend?” I pressed on.
He shook his head and said, “The few girls I did go out with were all geeks. One of them didn’t even want to be kissed, and forget about feeling them up.”
I was getting excited about the possibilities. “What kinds of sexual fantasies do you have?” My homosexual fantasies had been getting more and more diversified, but I was ten years his senior. And, apparently, the kid was a virgin.
Scot took another sip of soda and twirled the glass in one hand while seemingly mentally debating whether to say what he was thinking or not. After licking his upper lip, he lowered his gaze to the floor and said, “Um, well, I sometimes think about jerking … a guy off.” He paused and looked at me before adding something I hadn’t been expecting. “Well … a couple of times I thought about doing that to you, too.” He closed his eyes while a bright blush covered his handsome, boyish face.
This might definitely work out. Ironically, one of my fantasies had been to give a young guy his first blow job. And he’d never had one. I had to take a chance. Considering what we were discussing, the worse he could do was refuse. “I wouldn’t mind going that far with you, Scot.” I watched a gleam of interest invade his eyes. “How about if we just jerk ourselves off in front of each other to see if we like it?” I hesitantly asked while watching his eyes for a reaction.
“You mean it,” he asked with a slightly raspy voice before dropping his gaze to my lump again. Then he swallowed, possibly to moisten his parched throat. Seeing me nodding, Scot said, “Yeah. I’d like to try that. You mean like right here? Like now?”
Wondering if that question had been the manifestation of some last minute reluctance, I decided to ease off a bit. We were going to do something with each other that day, but I didn’t want to rush him. “We can do it here if you really want to.” Remembering the first hand job I got from a girl, I smiled and added, “It’ll be a lot nicer than both of us kneeling in front of a toilet bowl.”
Scot grunted a nervous laugh before dragging out the words, “Yeah, I guess so.” He took a slow, deep breath, which caused the muscles in his chest to take on more definition, and boldly said, “I’m ready if you are.” This time, there was determination in his voice.
Neither of us was hard when we unzipped our flies a few minutes later – both of us were nervous. Being almost ten years his senior, the onus was probably on me to move this virgin through the paces. So I took out my penis and just held it loosely. His smile told me everything was cool so far.
Scot took his cock out while gazing into my eyes. Grunting a shy laugh, he admitted, “There were times when I thought about what it would be like to watch you masturbating.” Possibly unconsciously, he started to stroke his dick.
“Want to just watch each other for awhile?” I was already slowly stroking myself, and it was already half hard.
“Sure,” he said while his unblinking eyes were gleaming brightly and his lips were curled into a smile. He started masturbating himself a little faster.
“Don’t rush,” I cautioned, not wanting him to cum too fast. And I didn’t want to cum too fast either. I was hoping to get the chance to suck him off, and I had never done that before. There was the possibility that I would lose my nerve after popping my load, that time when a man’s level of sexual arousal drops.
Agreeing with a nod, Scot slowed the pace of his pumping hand. He watched my shaft reach its full length while I watched his do the same. “This is awesome,” he said while never taking his eyes from my cock.
Suspecting the time might be right, I asked, “Want me to do you for awhile?” I was dying to feel his cock. It was kind of funny. You can go through twenty-eight years of life without having touched anyone else’s but your own. You can shake his hand, but you can’t shake his cock.
Scot smiled thoughtfully for a few seconds while staring at the rigid dick in my hand. Then he said, “That’ll be cool.”
“Why don’t you just lie back and let me do it?” When he did so, I looked at the Adonis who was stretched out on my sofa, waiting to be pleased. And I had to suppress a moan of anticipatory excitement while sitting alongside of his hip.
His youthful, six-inch cock felt warm in my hand. Although it seemed strange to be holding someone else’s, I slowly masturbated Scot and heard him sigh. His pale-pink head brightened even more and his shaft twitched.
Within a half minute, we were a lot more relaxed and smiling at each other. Both of us realized this was okay, even though his muscular chest was rising and falling from breathing slightly faster and my heart was beating as rapidly as his probably was.
I continued doing that slowly, knowing that the longer it would take him to cum the first time the more he would ejaculate. Hopefully, that would convince him that a man can please another man, something I had only heard but hadn’t been sure about.
But saliva was filling my mouth. I wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock and even feel it ejaculating into my mouth. I had often planned on tasting my own semen, but had always chickened out at the last moment. Doing it with another guy, however, seemed like an intensely erotic experience, and I was ready to go the whole nine yards.
Noticing I had slowed my pace, Scot lifted his head from the sofa’s armrest, blinked his eyes open and smiled at the sight of my fully hard cock. He didn’t need an invitation to reach for it. “I wann
a do you, too,” he said, and there wasn’t a hint of shyness in his voice.
“Mmmm,” I moaned encouragingly when he closed a hand around my glans and slid it down to the base of my cock. Within seconds, we were keeping up the same slow rhythm while smiling at each other. “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
I ran the tip of a finger around the rim under his glans; he did the same to me. I gently caressed his scrotum; he did the same to mine. Judging by our lack of timidity, it was hard to believe we had never done that with each other before. So far, everything was cool.
“I am enjoying it,” he chuckled. “We can do this all day.”
I agreed with him, but I wanted more, and I had to go for it. Surely he wouldn’t object, judging by his apparent level of increasing excitement. It was time to take it to the next step.
“Scot?” I began. “I told you I’ve been having fantasies for years. I wanna know what it’s like to give someone a blow job. Would you like that?”
The kid swallowed hard and squeezed my shaft nervously. He would later admit being apprehensive because he was afraid I was going to ask him to do that to me, too. Then his blue eyes suddenly gleamed like stars on a moonless night. “I’d love that,” he shakily whispered.
The sensation of sliding my slightly parted lips over the spongy head of a hard cock for the first time was so indescribably erotic that my moans of delight were as loud as his. I took about four inches of his shaft in while being careful to keep my teeth out of the way, gave it a half dozen lust filled sucks and drew back to the rim. Then I went down another inch, almost gagged and realized my limit while gliding up and down on that length for about a half minute.
At the same time, Scot’s hand just rhythmically squeezed my cock. He seemed unable to jerk me off because of his high level of excitement. “Oh, wow. That’s fantastic,” he whispered.
He may have thought what I was doing to him was fantastic, but he had no idea how fantastic it was for me. Although I had been wanting to suck a cock for years, I hadn’t realized how highly erotic the act really was.
“I’m gonna cum,” the kid whispered hoarsely about a minute after I had begun. He reflexively pushed a warning hand against my shoulder, but I shrugged it off and moaned encouragingly.
Wow! When that first powerful jet of hot semen splashed against the roof of my mouth and landed on my tongue, I went into total lust mode. I was suddenly engulfed in an air of ecstasy. I didn’t even realize he was no longer masturbating me.
Scot clutched my shoulders with his trembling hands while the second, third and fourth ejaculations came so close in sequence that they seemed like one. “Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “That feels fantastic.”
I sucked his pulsating cock wildly, made loud slurping sounds, swallowed his cream and moaned as if it were I who were cuming. It was then that I silently vowed we would be doing that a lot more.
Scot, at the same time, was releasing a prolonged moan as if being relieved from a lifetime of pain. He even pumped his hips to force his throbbing cock deeper into my throat.
His youthful balls ejaculated eight times, some of which escaped from the corners of my inexperienced, lustfully sucking lips. His entire body was trembling. It was absolutely heavenly.
Instantly addicted to the slightly acidic, slightly salty taste of semen, I planned on licking what had trickled downward to the base of his shaft when we were done, but that wasn’t necessary. I continued eating him until he completely wilted in my mouth and wound up capturing the rest. But even then I didn’t want to stop sucking his cock, possibly out of concern that we would never get the chance to do it again.
“That was unreal,” Scot sighed when I sat back. Without any hesitation this time, he started masturbating me again. “I never thought a blow job would feel that good.”
Getting an idea, I asked, “How about sucking my cock?” and quickly added, “You don’t have to let it cum in your mouth. You can use your hand when I’m getting close.”
Without hesitating, Scot said, “I guess I can do that,” and licked his lips to moisten them. He gave my shaft a quick squeeze and nodded as if agreeing with himself.
Seconds later, I was lying on the sofa with my jeans and briefs off one leg. Scot knelt between my knees and held my eight-inch cock straight up with both hands. He slowly lowered his handsome, youthful face. There may have been reluctance in the kid’s movements, but there was also excitement in his gleaming, blue eyes.
“Suck it slowly,” I whispered. “I want it to last.” Damn. I couldn’t get over how my heart was still trying to pound its way through my chest.
His warm, moist lips parted, slid over the bulging head of my cock and moved downward about three inches with determination. “Nice,” I said softly. They glided up and down a half dozen times with a pressure that was too light. “Suck a little harder,” I encouraged him. He did so. “Play with my balls, too.” He did so and seemed to relax.
Within a minute, Scot was obviously enjoying what he was doing, but I was ready to cum. Watching his flared, sucking lips dripping saliva down the sides of my cock and feeling the teeth that were lightly scraping along my sperm duct had been getting to me. “I’m gonna cum, Scot,” I groaned while placing a halting hand on his shoulder. “Jerk me off.”
Scot’s eyes were gleaming like the sun on a cloudless day while he was pumping my saliva coated cock with both hands and watching the hot semen splashing against the hair on my stomach and chest. He didn’t even seem to mind what was oozing over his fingers. “Wow, this is like cool, man,” he said through broadly smiling lips. He had finally sucked my cock, something the kid had only dared to fantasize. And now, he was making me cum.
After we zipped our jeans and while Scot was washing his hands in the kitchen next to my recreation room, I got a few more ideas. This had all happened so quickly, and I was quite excited over having sucked a cock for the first time. But there were still other things to try, and I knew his youthful balls could handle the job.
For the next half hour, we talked about how nice that had been and about things we usually thought of while jerking off. With no one to bother us since I lived alone, I said, “Why don’t we take our clothes off and try a few of my fantasies?”
Scot readily agreed while admitting that he had always wanted to see me naked, not that my body was as muscular as his. During the next few years, he would be the all state wrestling champion in his college.
Scot didn’t have much hair on his chest or balls, while I had a lot on my chest and kept my pubes closely trimmed. And what tight buttocks the kid had. Hopefully, I would be trying it before long.
Returning to the sofa, we slowly masturbated each other again while talking. “I’d like to try a lot of new things with you, Scot,” I said while cupping a hand under his balls and gently squeezing his half hard cock with the other one.
“I’m game,” he quickly responded without knowing what those things were. “I have a few fantasies, too.”
“Ever wear a condom?” When he said he hadn’t, I explained my reason for the question. “I’d like you to put one on and do me in the ass. Would you like to do that?”
“Oh wow! You mean it?” His eyes were beaming with excitement. “I’d love to do that to you.” By the time he had finished that sentence, his cock was fully hard in my slowly stroking fist.
“Yes, I mean it,” I said while thinking back a few years. “I used to have a girlfriend who liked to coat her finger with Vaseline and slide it in and out of my ass while she was blowing me. Once she even used three fingers on me.” I grunted a laugh. “The only problem was that her fingers weren’t long enough. So I’d like to feel what a real cock feels like in me.”
“That’ll be great !” Scot said excitedly. “When can we do it?”
When I told him I didn’t have any condoms, he was disappointed, but I promised to have some the next day.
“That’ll be cool,” was Scot’s only response, but it was obvious that the wheels in his head
were turning.
“I want you to use one,” I began explaining, “So you won’t have to waste time washing up after you pull out of me.” With his youthful balls, I could probably suck him to another erection in a few minutes and even get fucked twice in the same day.
That possibility exciting me, I slid a palm under his scrotum and gave it a gentle squeeze before stroking up the length of his cock with a thumb and forefinger to judge its width. It was about an inch and a quarter, which I expected to be able to handle comfortably. Scot was like a dream come true.
Then I asked how come the idea of fucking my ass seemed to turn him on so much. I had tried it once with a girlfriend, but she didn’t like it. So we didn’t do it again. I guess some people are just not anal erotic. Well I certainly was, and I was hoping that he didn’t just want to try it once to satisfy his curiosity.
Scot told me about the X-rated movie he had seen in which a man was fucking someone’s ass. At the last minute, he pulled out and came all over the other guy’s back. “That was such a turn-on that I’ve been wanting to do it ever since.” He also admitted his excitement while watching me cum all over my stomach earlier.
“Hmmm,” I said thoughtfully. “It’s time to fulfill one of my recurring fantasies.” By now, my cock was fully hard, too.
With me lying on the sofa and my knees hanging over one armrest, Scot knelt behind my shoulders while I explained the agenda. He loved it. Then I lowered his cock and made love to it as if I’d been doing that for years. My tongue swirled around his glans, licked up and down the underside of his shaft and bathed his tight scrotum. More turned on than I’d ever been, though, I had to resist the urge to bite the kid’s balls. With my suggestion, he gently twisted my nipples.
“I love your hairy chest,” Scot said when my lips slid over four inches of his throbbing cock. He stopped twisting my nipples long enough to grab some of the curly growth before returning to the sensitive buds.
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