Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time

by Mickey Erlach

  Although still not sure of my feelings, I pulled her upward even further. Did I want to do this? I wasn’t sure whether to stop or go for it. What would be so wrong? Candy was definitely clean, and no one else would have to know if I did do it.

  Before I knew it, a cock was in my mouth. It felt wonderful. It was rigid, yet covered with soft flesh that caressed my lips. I sucked lustfully while wanting more and more. I didn’t know if my moaning was louder or hers, if her excitement was greater or mine. We rolled to the side until Candy was on her back with her soft thighs draped over my shoulders and with about three inches of her dick in my mouth. I lustfully kneaded her heaving tits.

  At some time during the next few moments, Candy must have reached into her handbag while clutching a bunch of my hair to force more of her penis into my mouth. I saw her head rolling from side to side while her hips were slowly pumping and her deep throated pants were drowning out my sucking sounds.

  While sighing, “Suck me, baby. I’m getting close,” she held a small vile to my nose. Recognizing the acidic scent of amyl nitrite, I inhaled deeply and soon heard her doing the same.

  Within ten seconds, I was on cloud nine thousand. The soft, trembling thighs of a beautiful woman were rubbing against the sides of my face, and I was caressing the perfectly shaped cheeks of her firm ass with both hands. Yet, my mind was totally focused on the hard cock that was filling my mouth. It seemed like my entire existence was being consumed by her cock, which was sliding – no, it was gliding between my lips, and shooting jets of warm, pasty cream into my mouth.

  I sucked and swallowed and rolled my lips around Candy’s pulsating cock as it spewed a seemingly endless stream of semen into my moaning mouth. I wanted to swallow her entire length, and I think I did on a few occasions while only slightly aware of her distant moans of pleasure. That was my cock. I wanted to continue making love to it, and she was obviously enjoying the act as much as I was.

  Somehow, with our hearts still rapidly palpitating from the drug or from what we were doing or from both, we twisted around and started sixty-nining. The wonderful things Candy was doing to my shaft and scrotum and anus were nothing compared to the pleasure I was getting from caressing her balls and lustfully devouring her cock.

  By the time I was done ejaculating into Candy’s faintly moaning mouth, her partially wilted shaft was completely in my mouth, and my savagely sucking lips were pressed against her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Talk about instant converts.

  When I was flaccid, we stopped that wild scene. Candy slid her luscious lips off my cock and kissed its glans a few times with a silent promise of more to come. I twisted around and got on top of her. We kissed while tasting the traces of our mutual passion.

  While we were taking a break, I was sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa. Candy was on her stomach between my outstretched legs, resting the side of her face on one of my thighs. For long moments, while she idly kissed my wilted shaft and glans, I ran my fingers through her fine, blonde hair, forgetting for the moment that she was really a man. Her body looked so good; her mouth felt so wonderful. I caressed the cheeks of her ass and lightly scratched her back while noticing how her soft flesh was rekindling the glow within me.

  Suddenly, she started doing even nicer things with her fingers while sliding her warm, moist lips over my cock. It felt as though ten dainty feathers were dancing over the flesh of my scrotum in contrast to the pleasurable sensation of having my shaft playfully bitten up and down its length. The fingers slid back farther and teased my anus. I spread my legs to give her the green light, closed my eyes and rested my head against the sofa’s cushion.

  “Like that?” Candy asked between licks around my glans.

  “Mmm hmmmmm,” I moaned long and low, no longer high from the grass, but no longer inhibited either.

  While tightly squeezing the base of my shaft with one hand and caressing my balls with the other, Candy kissed my glans about a dozen times before sliding the tip of her tongue into its slit. Smiling devilishly, she said, “Get that tube of stuff in my handbag next to you.”

  I had never seen KY-Jelly before, but knew what it was for. Handing it to her, I raised my knees and spread them a little wider to let her know it was okay, remembering how she’d told me the night before that she enjoyed fucking men in the ass.

  Candy continued lightly biting up and down the length of my rapidly stiffening shaft, which had grown to seven inches by this time. She was also caressing my already aroused balls. “Relax, sweetie,” her sensuous voice said. “You’ll like this, too.”

  I suddenly felt the tip of a lubricated finger teasingly trace the outline of my rectum. That was nice as was the initial penetration of about two inches of her finger. To heighten my arousal even more, she licked around my throbbing glans and spiraled downward until reaching its base. Candy drew one of my balls into her mouth and then both of them. With my entire scrotum being sucked and caressed by her artful tongue and my now fully hard, nine-inch cock being masturbated and my anal canal being pleased by her twisting, plunging finger, I was in heaven and didn’t want to do anything but lie there and enjoy the whole scene.

  The next wonderful sensation was one I had never before experienced. I felt her warm tongue parting the lips of my tight, puckered anus and wanted to cum. I almost started jerking off, so great was the feeling.

  Candy knelt between my legs and lifted my thighs with her shoulders before spreading my buttocks with the fingertips of both hands. Although I’d had fingers in my ass, they were nothing compared to Candy’s tongue. I couldn’t wait for her to stick her cock in me.

  “Ohhhh, that’s wonderful,” I groaned while rolling my hips to increase the pleasure. The head of my cock was pointing straight up at me, and I thought it was going to erupt at any second.

  “Want something to go deeper?” she asked, smiling up at me.

  I didn’t have to think about it. With a hoarse, exhaling voice, I said, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

  After inserting the tip of the tube into my anus and emptying half of its contents, Candy eased two fingers inward their full length and twisted her wrist to coat my anal canal with the greasy substance. Satisfied I was relaxed, she straddled my head with her knees, sat on my chest and said, “Make this a little harder for me, will you, lover?”

  Although her erection was about three-quarters full and probably rigid enough to penetrate me, I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to suck it again. While staring at her beautiful tits with their excited nipples, I caressed her balls with one hand and unhesitatingly pulled her cock into my mouth with the other. I knew then that I was addicted to fellatio, even if it would only be Candy’s cock I would be sucking.

  I slid my lips halfway over her warm shaft and almost instantly felt it stiffening in my mouth. Will she let me swallow her cum once more before she fucks me? I wondered. And to think, only twenty-four hours earlier, I never would have thought of doing something like that.

  “That’s enough, buster,” Candy whispered while removing her fully erect penis from my mouth, despite my unwillingness to let it go. “Get on your hands and knees … I’m going to give you the fuck of your life.”

  “Here,” she said, standing in front of me while I was on all fours, “put some of this on me.” She handed me the tube of KY and combed her fingers through my hair encouragingly.

  The sensation from what I did next was unbelievable, too. After squirting a heavy glob of the grease into my palm, I smeared some around her glans and over her shaft. I felt every ridge while loosely stroking my fist up and down her length, and that caused my own cock to twitch from the excitement. Wanting to continue, I put more on and more and more until some of the stuff was almost dripping from her anxious rod. What a way to jerk someone off!

  Knowing I was ready for the final step in my initiation, Candy gently spread my buttocks with the tips of her fingers and aimed her glans toward my anus. She circled the puckered opening with it a few times while breathi
ng heavily. Apparently, her own excitement was as high as mine.

  Surprisingly, the initial penetration of about two inches wasn’t as painful as I had thought it would be. Her fingers had most likely done a good job of prepping me. Within a half minute, Candy was sliding about four inches of her rigid shaft in and out of my anal canal and the slight discomfort had subsided. “How does it feel?” she asked with a voice that was breaking up.

  “Fantastic,” I sighed. And it really did feel good. Fingers had never felt that good. “Get it in deeper.”

  Inch by inch, Candy slowly penetrated me deeper with each inward thrust. She was obviously being careful not to hurt me. Finally, her balls were resting against mine, and the head of her cock was poking something inside of me. Digging her fingertips into the tops of my shoulders, she hissed loudly while churning her hips and reaming out my ass lustfully.

  What happened during the next five minutes could only be described as being heavenly. Candy started by holding my hips tightly and taking long, slow strokes with her super hard cock. Every time her balls slapped against mine, I thought I was going to cum. Then she started masturbating me while never slowing her fucking pace. My anus had never felt so good. And, as if that weren’t fantastic enough, she used both hands to massage my throbbing dick and balls at the same time. Increasing the pace with her hips, she also did so with her hands.

  “Oooohhh,” I sighed, not wanting her to ever stop. “I love it. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me ... I’m yours. Fuck me!”

  Candy was grunting and moaning loudly with each inward thrust. “Mmmm. Mmmm. Your ass is so tight. I wanna fuck you all night, you gorgeous hunk.” Her voice was shaky as she continued. “I want you to be mine, baby. I want to please you in every way I can. Mmmm. I’m gonna cum in your ass. Cum with me, lover. Cum!”

  Candy was furiously masturbating me with both hands and riding her dick in and out of my ass its full length. There was absolutely no pain – just pure pleasure. Our pants and moans were synchronized with the rhythm of her hands and cock.

  It was then that I spotted the amyl nitrite on the floor next to me. Quickly opening it, I extended my hand over a shoulder. She leaned forward, took a long hit and I did the same.

  That familiar rush consumed us again as we spiraled up and up and up. The only thing in the world that existed was two cocks – one being frantically masturbated and one caressing the inner walls of my ass. I was so intensely focused on our genitals that I heard nothing and was aware of nothing else except the fantastic pleasure she was giving me.

  Candy’s rod stiffened even more inside of me and convulsed a few times. Knowing she was about to cum drove me over the edge, too. The sensation of her hot, hard cock in my ass and the fire in my balls caused me to start ejaculating a seemingly endless stream of semen.

  When I felt dizzy and lowered my head, Candy started fucking me at a maddening pace. Her hot cream was bathing my prostrate and exciting me even more. I came and came and she came and came, and I knew I was in love.

  After we rested for about two minutes, Candy made me stand. She knelt in front of me and sucked me off again until I came in her mouth. I didn’t cum as much as I had before, But nevertheless, it was great to see that beautiful woman on her knees in front of me with her lively tits bouncing and her voluptuous lips sliding up and down the length of my cock in that loving way she did it.

  * * * * *

  That evening in bed, Candy taught me another way to make love to a man. After prepping her ass with the remainder of the KY-Jelly – I vowed to keep a generous supply in the house from then on – I waited for her to get onto all fours. Instead, she remained on her back and seductively whispered, “Get on top of me, lover.” In that position, our kisses were even more passionate than they had been earlier.

  “I never believed I would enjoy this so much,” I mumbled between her sensuous, parted lips.

  Candy smiled and slid her tongue across the inner flesh of my upper lip before saying, “I’m going to teach you lots of nice things.”

  Slowly, she drew her knees toward her shoulders while reaching for my stiff cock. Pressing its glans against her puckered anus, Candy whispered, “Push it in. Two men can fuck in this position, too.”

  The next half hour was unbelievable. With neither of us in a hurry, I fucked Candy’s tight tunnel of love while alternating between lust filled kisses and sucking her responsive tits. All the while, I slowly masturbated her hot, throbbing cock.

  By the time we were ready to cum, I was deep in her ass; her tender legs were curled around the small of my back, and each tongue was searching for the other’s soul. With our hearts racing and our arms tightly embracing one another, we wanted to continue that act forever.

  After our simultaneous orgasm was complete, we remained in that position. My stomach was bonded to hers with the help of Candy’s warm semen. And, I was in love.

  Buffed Bad Boy

  By Bearmuffin

  A few months ago, this hot little Mexican muscleman walked into the Pub, a hustler dive on Santa Monica Boulevard in Hollywood, where I was killing some time having a drink.

  Now this stud had one of those rugged brute faces like a boxer and this sexy air about him that lured you to him like a magnet. He wore baggy black jeans, a blue baseball cap on backwards, and a black and blue checkered flannel shirt, which was rolled up to his big biceps and completely unbuttoned, so I could see his superb pecs and abs.

  With his hot, muscular body and smooth milk chocolate colored skin, he looked like a Mexican Marky Mark. When I spotted him, I said out loud, “What a stud!”

  He turned around and came up to me. “Hey, don’t I know you?” he asked with a big sexy smile, exposing his glittering white teeth. His thick raven-black hair with a six-inch braid at the back was slicked back with brilliantine.

  A thick but neatly trimmed mustache sprouted above his sexy brown lips. He told me his name was Carlos. He laughed when I called him Mr. Carlitos. He said he liked that.

  I asked him what he wanted to drink, and he said a Tequila. So I bought him a shot of Cuervo, which he gulped down. He looked around for a second then told me to follow him to the men’s room at the back of the bar. I waited about half a minute and then followed him.

  When I went inside, Carlitos was standing in front of the toilet, leaning against the wall. He had stuck his shirt in his back pocket to expose his beautiful pecs, which were capped by thick, black nipples. His jeans were pulled down mid-thigh and his cock jutted out over his big brown balls. He was fisting it wildly getting it good and hard for me.

  I sat on the toilet and started to lick his neatly furrowed abs and slab-like pecs. Then I stuck my face into his funky armpits. Fuck! His hot, smelly pits were ripe and musky, just like a real studman’s pits should be.

  I sucked the little Mexican stud’s ripe brown cock for about five minutes. My nose was buried in his hot, musky pubes and the hot, man smell rushed up my nostrils as I took his sweet cock all the way down my throat. A few guys were coming in to take a piss, but Carlitos didn’t seem to mind, so I kept on sucking his fat Mexican cock. After he shot a thick, sweet load of hot Mexican cum down my throat, he zipped up his Levis and said, “Give me some money, I’ve been good to you.” I gave him ten bucks, but he asked for another five. He asked me for my phone number and said he would call me the next day.

  The next morning around seven, I got a collect call from Carlitos. I accepted it, and we rapped for about half an hour. He told me he was from Acapulco, that he was working as a busboy in a downtown restaurant and that he lived with his family. He said he wanted to see me again and asked if he could come to my house.

  Even though I didn’t think he would rip me off, I was cautious. I told him we could meet somewhere else. I knew of this bathhouse on skid row. It was eight bucks for a room and no questions asked. I told him to meet me downtown.

  Well, there he was in his black Levis again, the baseball cap, and his shirt wide open, so you could see his thick, juicy muscles. He
was always smiling. He said he had a present for me and gave me a dirty, smelly T-shirt and a pair of undershorts he had been wearing for a few days. He also gave me a picture of himself posing like a muscleman and flexing his muscles on the beach. He said he gave them to me, so I’d have something to remember him by.

  I gave Carlitos twenty bucks. I asked him if he was hungry and when he said he could use a meal, I took him to this Mexican restaurant around the block. After we finished our lunch, he said he wanted a cigar, so I bought it for him. He lit up the stogie and puffed on it as he leaned back with his powerful arms resting against the back of the booth and smiled at me. “I like to smell like a man,” he told me. God, he was so fucking butch!

  Afterwards, Carlitos and I went to the bathhouse.

  After we got inside our cubicle, the first thing the stud did was light up a joint. After we both got stoned, he stripped and started to flex and pose for me. He said he had just come from working out at a gym. His muscles were thick and pumped up.

  Fuck, he had a magnificent body! Then started to suck on my tits. He’d bite one nipple and twist the other one so fucking hard, I thought he’d rip it off. He never wore underarm deodorant, so his hot manly smell was exhilarating. I’d bury my face in his sweaty, hairy armpits and just breathe in those fantastic manly odors as I fisted my cock and he’d work on my nipples. After that hot tit workout, I shot my wad. Then he told me to suck his dick. His cock was fucking beautiful. It was thick and uncut with huge veins crisscrossing all over it.

  He moaned hotly as I sucked on his cock. I’d get him to lie down on his right side, lift up one of his legs, grab his butt and pushed his groin against my face to let that beautiful cock slide all the way down my throat. His balls were huge, like two baseballs inside a soft leather pouch, and he loved me to suck on them while I stroked his sweet Mexican cock.

  After a while, he said he wanted to fuck me, so I hunched over the little bed in the cubicle, and he shoved his hard, spasming Mexican cock right up my asshole. After about five or six short, brutal strokes, he laughed and shot his wad up my aching hole.