“Go ahead, man,” Gene urged him gently. “Take it. Put it inside your mouth. There’s nothing to it, buddy. I sucked yours. Suck mine.” His powerful right hand pressed lightly against the back of Fausto’s neck, urging his mouth toward the awaiting cock.
Fausto felt the head of the other guy’s big cock touch his closed lips more insistently, rubbing against them. He paused for another second of indecision, but then he opened his mouth in surrender and acceptance. He wanted to be a cocksucker—he was going to be a cocksucker. He was going to suck a cock. Gene’s cock. An instant later, when Gene pushed his head gently forward again, Fausto felt the thick cockhead slip through his lips and touch his tongue inside his mouth. He tucked his tongue down into the bottom of his mouth, out of the way, and bent his head down a little further over the bed, taking Gene’s prick about halfway into his mouth.
He held it there without daring to move or even to breathe for a long moment, trying to get used to the feeling of having such a bulky object inside his mouth. Then he pulled his head back, letting his passive lips slide along the shaft until they bumped into the groove just under the head. Holding the penis inside his mouth like that for another moment, he put his mouth down on it a second time, taking more than half of its awesome length this time.
Fausto was pleasantly surprised by the feel and the taste of the meat in his mouth. It didn’t taste bad at all, he realized. It was as though he were sucking a finger—a very long, thick, stiff finger, admittedly! As he became accustomed to the bulk of the penis filling his mouth, he soon realized that he was getting off on sucking it, that he liked the sensation of having the other guy’s warm, throbbing fuck tool trapped between his lips!
A sudden thought occurred to him, though, and he pulled his mouth all the way off Gene’s cock.
“Hey, listen, man,” he panted breathlessly, “you aren’t going to shoot off in my fucking mouth, are you? I’m not sure I can handle that!”
“Not unless you want me to,” Gene swore. “I’ll let you know when I’m about ready to blast. Come on, get back down on it. You’re doing fine.”
“Okay—” Reassured, Fausto opened his mouth wide again, and the other guy’s hand gently urged his mouth back onto his horny dick.
This time, while he sucked it, Fausto’s hand strayed down into his lap, to his own temporarily neglected prick. It was as stiff as it could possibly be, and it responded quickly and fiercely to the fist he made around its rigid bulk. He began to pump his hand in rhythm to the bobbing of his mouth on Gene’s cock. With his eyes closed, he exulted in the erotic pleasure he was giving himself—and he could easily imagine what the other guy must be feeling, as he massaged his dick with his inexperienced but eager-to-learn mouth.
After plunging Gene’s cock in and out of his mouth for several breathtaking minutes, Fausto suddenly pulled off it, gasping, “Oh, hell—I’m going to come!”
Instantly, Gene fell to his knees beside the bed, pushed his face against Fausto’s crotch, and captured Fausto’s prick between his own lips—just as the first warm squirts of semen shot from it. Gene held it firmly inside his mouth, masturbating his own cock, slick with Fausto’s saliva, at the same time, and a few minutes later, he was joining Fausto in orgasm, grunting and shuddering as—still sucking on Fausto’s cock—his own prick spat its thick fluid all over the bed.
After Gene had pulled his lips away from Fausto’s depleted dick, the two guys looked rather sheepishly at each other. But, when Gene broke into his usual sunny grin, Fausto felt less embarrassed, and found himself returning the smile.
“I guess I taught you something besides how to pump iron,” Gene joked. He grabbed the towel he’d been using to wipe sweat from his face and chest during their workout, and dabbed at his crotch and thighs to wipe the dribbled streaks of his own jism from his skin. Finally, he wiped his fingers off, too.
“Yeah, I guess you did,” Fausto agreed.
“How’d you like it? Sucking my dick, I mean?”
Fausto had to think it over for a second before answering. “It was okay, I guess. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Fuck, I–I kind of got off on it, I guess!”
“I knew you would,” Gene declared triumphantly. He slapped Fausto on his bare ass, and looked into his eyes, his smile fading and gradually being replaced by an expression of intense affection. “Now, how about that shower?”
Chapter Nine:
Explorations
It was as though some invisible barrier had been broken down, so there no longer stood any obstacle between Fausto’s keen sexual appetite, and his ability and willingness to satisfy it with Gene. During the following week, on three separate nights, Fausto agreed to go over to Gene’s place, and there, in the intimacy of the little apartment above the Boudreau family’s garage, the two young men worked out hard together. They always ended these training sessions with a furious bout of sweaty, gritty sexual activity.
Fausto quickly got to know Gene’s body—how to get him excited, what made him especially hot, which buttons to push to get him to come. His experience as a gay lover may have been limited so far to the one other guy, but it was intensive.
One night, they simply lay on Gene’s bed, facing each other, jerking each other off, massaging each other’s muscles with their free hands, until both of their pricks blasted off, the sperm flying all over both boys’ bodies and the bed.
“God! We sure made a mess,” Gene gloated.
“I’ll go get a towel,” a somewhat red-faced Fausto offered.
“Why bother? We can wash it off in the shower.” Lazily, Gene remained prone on the mussed bed, and ran his hand languidly across his torso, wiping perspiration and semen into a thin, frothy white blend. “I like your cum, Fausto. I like feeling it on me. I think it’s hot.”
“Do you?” Fausto was fascinated by his friend’s admission, despite his lingering embarrassment at semen being a topic of conversation in the first place.
“Sure. Don’t you? Like mine, I mean?”
“I guess so,” Fausto said, diplomatically.
“You guess so? You sure as hell weren’t guessing, all those times you begged me to shoot off in your mouth so you could swallow it.” Gene let out a cynical burst of laughter.
Fausto could feel his face getting hotter—and no doubt redder—as he remembered, all too well, the taste of Gene’s sperm in his mouth, and how wildly the flavor had excited him.
He knew he ought to be ashamed at having crossed the invisible line into depravity and become a cocksucker. Cocksucker—that was one of the worst things one guy could call another, surely, and yet Fausto had not only done it, he’d exulted in it.
But it wasn’t as though Gene wasn’t just as bad. On that memorable occasion, their sex play had quickly begun to concentrate upon the oral. They took turns going down on each other. Finally, Gene coaxed Fausto into swinging his body around into a sixty-nine position, and for the first time Fausto realized that it could be even more exciting to suck while being sucked. This session was their most intense oral encounter yet, and both guys got decidedly wild as they slurped greedily on each other’s rigid, throbbing cocks.
About halfway through the suck-off, Gene began to play with Fausto’s ass cheeks, and, when his partner didn’t protest, he gradually inserted a fingertip between them. He rubbed the rim of Fausto’s asshole, then gently eased his fingertip through the puckered aperture. As Fausto’s dick pulsed hotly inside his hard-sucking mouth, Gene began to push the finger in and out of the other athlete’s butt.
Fausto went berserk! He fucked himself energetically on the raping finger, his pelvic motions inevitably feeding his cock in and out of Gene’s mouth and throat much more violently than before. He knew that he was going to come more quickly than he’d anticipated, and come hard and thick. Grunting, to warn Gene that his orgasm was already upon him, he surrendered his ass and dick to the other guy’s use, and fed Gene a steady stream of his fuck fluid—all but choking the horny quarterback, as Gen
e tried his best to swallow it all as rapidly as Fausto gave it to him.
Gene kept his finger inserted in Fausto’s ass and went on licking his dick while Fausto brought him off, more slowly, with his own feverishly active mouth.
“I’m going to come, buddy,” Gene groaned suddenly. A shudder ran through his husky body, and his dick bucked wildly inside the clasp of Fausto’s pumping mouth. Fausto swabbed it eagerly with his tongue, and sucked harder. “I’m going to come,” Gene repeated. “You’d better back off, unless you want a mouthful of my stuff tonight!”
Fausto let out a guttural cry of protest. A mouthful of Gene’s stuff was exactly what he wanted that night, for some reason! He was hornier than usual, and he was really getting off on the feel and taste of his friend’s big prick in his mouth. In a very few seconds, he knew, that immense length of solid cock would be shooting off inside his mouth, giving him his first real taste of another guy’s cum. The idea still frightened him—but, at the same time, it seemed more exciting than anything he and Gene had done together in bed so far!
He was determined to see the blow job through to the bitter end, so to speak, and so he bent his head lower over Gene’s crotch and took the stud’s cock deeply and fully into his mouth. He held it against the back of his throat for a moment, his nose buried in the tufts of pubic hair around the base of Gene’s fuck tool. Then he ran it slowly back out of his mouth until just the head was still inside. He teased the glans with his tongue, then sucked back down again, letting his saliva drool over the piston-like prickshaft in his mouth, to lubricate it.
“Suck me!” Gene cried. “Oh, fuck, man—suck my cock!”
The fact that he was pleasing Gene with his mouth and tongue urged Fausto on to even greater oral exertions. It was exactly like when the two of them were pumping iron together—making a friendly competition out of it, encouraging each other to work their muscles harder, to go for one more rep, pushing themselves past the pain toward their mutual goal.
He could feel Gene’s potent member swelling and growing even harder each time he forced it in and out of his mouth—and the steady tension in Gene’s legs around his sides told him that the other boy was, indeed, almost ready to ejaculate.
“Oh, Christ!” Gene groaned hoarsely. “Here it comes! Don’t say I didn’t warn you, man! I’m coming! Oh, Fausto, suck it! Suck it off for me! Don’t take it out of your mouth now, buddy! Not now! Please! I’m coming! I’m—oh, fuck yeah!”
Fausto tensed, not knowing what to expect, not daring to move his head or even to breathe for a moment. He felt the cockhead pulse extra-hard between his lips, and, quite instinctively, he drew back until just that much of Gene’s cock was in his mouth as it began to shoot. But—a moment later—wildly turned on by his first taste of Gene’s jism as it seared into his tongue—he drove his mouth deeper, taking the shaft to the halfway point, and lashed his burning tongue lewdly up and down on the shaft of spasming flesh, while Gene’s thick, salty-flavored cum shot into his mouth again and again and again!
Only when he felt the meat beginning to go soft inside his mouth and his buddy’s hands sliding under his sweaty armpits, silently urging him to lift himself, did Fausto reluctantly take his mouth off the dick—the first dick he’d actually sucked off in his life.
He sat up on the bed, gasping, and allowed the sluggish pool of semen inside his mouth to swirl around for an instant. Then, recklessly, he swallowed it all, in one gulp. The saline aftertaste of the sperm seemed to sear his throat on its way down!
“Jesus,” he groaned, “you sure came a lot, Gene! And—and it doesn’t taste bad at all!”
“You swallowed it?” Gene demanded, incredulously.
“Yeah—all of it!” Fausto boasted. “I guess it’s really no big deal, after all,” he added, shrugging, trying to look and act as casual as though he’d been sucking cocks and swallowing jism for years, and no longer thought twice about it.
Tired, he stretched out languidly on his back on the bed, flinging his arms up over his head. He closed his eyes—then, as he began to get his breath back, and he could feel his heartbeat slowing back down to normal, he felt Gene’s weight sink into the mattress right next to him. Gene rolled half on top of Fausto and put his mouth down on the other boy’s. Fausto parted his lips, and let Gene kiss him, keeping his eyes closed as he emitted a soft groan of pleasure at the pressure of the other jock’s lips, and especially of his tongue, which Gene carefully slipped inside his mouth to kiss him deeply and searchingly. It was the first time Fausto had kissed another guy, and he had to admit that it felt almost as exciting as actual sex play. He kissed Gene back, avidly, returning the mouth pressure, sucking on his extended and probing tongue, his hands reaching up to grip Gene’s broad, solid shoulders and pull the other guy’s body tightly down against his own chest.
Gene smiled down at Fausto when they finally broke the kiss.
“You sure learn fast, for a guy who used to be a virgin, not so long ago.”
“I guess all I needed was the right teacher,” Fausto retorted. “Anybody can tell it’s been a hell of a long time since you were a virgin!”
Gene whooped with laughter. “You prick! I don’t know why I put up with you. Anyway, what do you want to do now?”
“You mean—in bed?”
“God, you’re turning into a real sex maniac! No, I mean, what do you want to do, in general? It’s Friday,” Gene pointed out. “Friday night—if you’re not too tired after all that cocksucking, why don’t the two of us go out on the town for a couple of hours?”
“All right.”
Gene got off the bed. “Hey, I’ve got an even better idea. While I’m taking my shower, why don’t you phone your parents and tell them you’re going to sleep here tonight? They probably won’t think anything of it, and—we can be together that much longer.”
“Okay.”
Fausto made the call while Gene showered, and, as the two friends had anticipated, Fausto’s parents had no objection to the arrangement, as long as they knew where their son would be spending the night. How he’d be spending the night was another matter, but Fausto figured that what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them! He and Gene were both twenty-one, after all, Fausto rationalized. Their parents might freak out if they learned exactly what their sons had been doing together lately. But legally, as opposed to morally, they really had no say in the matter,
Refreshed after his own shower, Fausto got dressed quickly, eagerly looking forward to spending some time in Gene’s company. He didn’t ask his friend where they were going, when they left in Gene’s car. Gene certainly hadn’t steered him wrong when it came to sex so far, so Fausto was willing to go along with just about anything Gene might have in mind for the evening’s entertainment.
“Want to try something different tonight?” Gene asked.
“I just did,” Fausto reminded him, grinning.
“You pig! Seriously—have you ever been to a gay bar?” Gene asked, grinning just as broadly himself.
“I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a gay bar in this town,” Fausto had to admit.
“God, you are naive, aren’t you?” Gene teased him.
“I guess I was—until I met you, at least,” Fausto retorted. “Just how’d you pick up all of this information, anyway?”
“From tricks,” Gene said bluntly. “You’re not the only guy I’ve had sex with, you know.”
“Yeah, even I’m not dumb enough to think that. Have you made it with a lot of guys, Gene?” Fausto fought hard to keep any hint of jealousy out of his voice.
“Enough, I guess.” Gene was about to mention David’s name, as one of his more recent and memorable conquests, but at the last minute, discretion got the better of his impulse, and he simply said, “One of the older guys at school who’s been around a lot filled me in on some of the things that go on here in town. It’s all very discreet, you have to understand. But any town this size is bound to have some gay action—bars and other businesses that
cater to gays, and places where men hang around trying to pick each other up.”
Fausto began to feel slightly depressed by the realization that Gene, far from being a novice, was vastly more experienced than he was, and obviously had no intention of confining his activities to Fausto.
“Doesn’t it bother you, Gene—that you’re only interested in guys, I mean?”
Gene turned his head as he drove, to look at Fausto. “No, it doesn’t bother me at all. Why should it? How about you?”
“Hell, I don’t know. I guess the jury’s still out on that one. This is all pretty new to me, you know.”
Gene flashed that uniquely sexy grin of his, and Fausto instantly felt his blood start to rush down into his crotch. It amazed him that another person could have such a strong and immediate physical effect on him!
“You’ll get used to it,” Gene promised, slyly.
Fausto got even more excited when he discovered that Gene was taking him to what he thought of as the disreputable part of town—a three- or four-block stretch of sleazy bars, porno bookstores, and abandoned storefronts where drug addicts and drunken bums tended to hang out. Gene parked on a side street, and led Fausto quickly around the corner to where garishly colored neon lights blazed out above a doorway. Cocktails, the neon sign read—but it was programmed so that the words cock and tails flashed on and off in rotation, and in different colors—red for the first word, blue for the second.
“Jesus Christ!” Fausto exclaimed under his breath, as he and Gene entered the dark, smoky interior. “Is this really a gay bar?”
“Of course it is. Relax. We’re both old enough to be in here. Nobody’s going to rape you. Just act natural, as though you come in these places all the time.”
“What goes on in here?”
“What do you think? Guys get drunk and try to pick each other up. Well, that’s not all that goes on, most nights, come to think of it. This place is a dump, but a lot of action goes on in a little video room they’ve got here, upstairs. And I’m not talking about just up on the screen, either!”
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