Educating Ryan
I've always thought of myself as an ethical person. You know . . . . the kind who has certain standards in life and refuses to compromise those standards, regardless of the situation. Choices were simple . . . . it's black or white . . . . right or wrong . . . . good or bad.
At least, I used to think of myself that way. As I've gotten older though, I just really don't know. I've thought long and hard about my life and today things don't seem as simple to me anymore. Especially since the day Jesse came into my life. That was over 13 years ago and to this day, my life has never been the same.
In 1992, I bought my first house. It was large and spacious and even though others might be nicer, it was all mine and I was damn proud of it! It had a pool, a deck with a hot tub, and even a little cabana for people to change in.
A couple of weeks after I had settled in, I decided to throw a house-warming party for my friends. Several of them had been bugging me about wanting to come over and I decided to let everybody come at one time, see the house, and just relax with a day-long gathering of barbecue, some volleyball and swimming, and plenty of booze.
The Saturday of the party was beautiful. Texas weather is normally either hot or damn hot but not on this day. The sky was sunny but there was low humidity and the temperature was a cool 78 degrees. My friends started arriving about 9 in the morning and by 11, there were more than 75 people either splashing in the pool, kicking back in the hot tub, playing volleyball, or just kickin back and visiting. I wandered around chatting with my friends, making sure there was plenty of food and drinks, and just generally playing the good host.
I had set up an area for volleyball in the far side of the backyard and I walked over to see if anyone was playing. There was evidently a hot game in progress as there were several people watching the teams and cheering. I stopped on the sideline to watch for a few minutes and I tried to figure out who was on each team. One of the players hit the ball and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, my head spinning, and people standing around me.
"Man are you alright?"
I didn't answer as my senses were still swimming and I heard another voice say, "Damn, Jesse, don't you know how to spike a ball OVER the net?" There was some laughter and the other voice spoke again.
"Shut up, Ricky. I didn't mean to hit him."
I continued to lie there a minute when I felt a hand on my shoulder and the voice spoke again.
"Hey are you okay?"
I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the person who had spoken to me. He had one of the most handsome faces I had ever seen and it took me a moment to reply.
"Yeah . . . . I'm okay . . . . what happened?"
The handsome face broke into a smile and laughed sheepishly. "I tried to spike the ball over the net and accidentally hit it on the side. It popped you on the side of the head. I'm really sorry, man. Are you sure you're okay?"
I shook my head lightly and began to get up. "Yeah. Don't worry about it. Y'all go on and play." I stood up and began to walk towards the house. My head was still buzzing some and I walked towards the portable bar to get a drink and try to clear my head. As I reached the bar, I poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and closed my eyes.
"Is there anything I can do?"
I opened my eyes and turned around. The handsome face I had seen moments ago was smiling at me again.
"Nah man . . . . I'm fine. My head is still buzzing but I think this wine will clear that up. Thanks though. You want a drink?"
"Sure. Bud light."
I opened the can of beer, gave it to him, and continued to hold out my hand.
"My name's Ryan. What's yours?"
"Aw shit, man, I'm sorry! I'm Jesse. Jesse Saravillo. I came here with Ricky and Anna."
"Awwwww, I see. I didn't think I had met you before. How old are you?"
Jesse grinned and said, "How old do you think I am?"
I paused a minute and thought as I looked at him. Mid to early twenties wouldn't be far off the mark. "Ohhhhhhhh . . . . 25?"
Jesse laughed. "Nah, man, I'm 18! I finish high school this year."
I was in shock as he laughed. This boy looked anything but 18! He was 5'11", about 175 pounds, and muscular. I don't mean a bodybuilding physique but the kind that comes from an active lifestyle . . . . natural, beautiful muscles that rippled in his chest and arms. He had the kind of shape that I think is so sexy . . . . obvious but not overwhelming. Add to that a head of black hair, brown eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes, full kissable lips, and a very light olive skin that made him stand out around others. In slang terms, he's what you would call a "juero" . . . dark Latin features but light skinned. Its typical when children have parents with different racial backgrounds and I've always thought people with mixed racial features were gorgeous!
"Aw, you're bullshitting me, man!"
"Nah, Ryan, I'm serious. Check our my drivers license."
He showed me his license and, sure enough, it proclaimed him to be a Jesus Antonio Saravillo, born 18 years ago in 1974.
I handed his license back to him, grinned and said, "Jesus, huh? Like the lord? Should I be on my knees before you right now?"
Jesse laughed and said, "Yeah, but I go by Jesse. And you don't HAVE to get on your knees but I'm sure I'd enjoy it if you did!"
Even as I laughed at him, I was sorta surprised. That type of comment sounded like one I'd make if I was trying to hit on another guy. Of course, I'm sure Jesse didn't mean for me to interpret it that way. I kept laughing and said, "I'll bet!" as I turned back to watch my other guests.
We kept standing there looking at people and I started feeling a little nervous. I mean, here I was, queer as a three dollar bill, standing by one of the best looking men at the party who was little more than a grown boy . . . . and getting turned on by him! I'd always had strong feelings about not messing around with teenagers and yet I was becoming attracted to one who looked anything but a teenager. I kept sipping my wine and told myself it was normal to get excited about a good looking young man. But, deep in my heart, I knew that I was also feeling something about him that went beyond just physical temptation. Jesse had an innate sweetness about him . . . . an innocence that you rarely saw in people, much less guys. It was terribly attractive to me.
Jesse tilted his beer up and finished it. "Well, I guess I'm gonna go jump in the pool, if you're sure you're okay."
I smiled at Jesse and said, "I'm fine, man. You go have fun."
Jesse laughed and began walking towards the pool. "Later, Ryan."
As he walked away, I couldn't help but stare at him. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and white nylon shorts. They were loose fitting but they still hugged and emphasized his body. His muscular butt filled out the pants and the beautiful cheeks moved sensuously as he walked. You could even see the outlines of the straps on the jock he was wearing as the material pressed against his firm butt. I took a deep breath, sighed, and went inside the house to get more food for my guests.
30 minutes later, I went out to the pool to make sure everything was okay. Actually, I knew I was going to see if Jesse was still there but I didn't want to admit it to myself. As I walked up to the pool, I saw him lying on a towel on the ground and two girls sitting on each side of him. He was lying on his back, propped up on his elbows and talking to them. As I walked up, he turned, saw me, and smiled.
"Hey, Ryan! Whatsup?"
I stood mesmerized by the sight before me as he continued to talk to the girls. Evidently, Jesse had just gotten out of the pool as his body was still wet. The water clung to him and from time to time, you could see drops run down his smooth skin. His large pec muscles were flexed and his nipples jutted up so cute you just wanted to suck'em off his body. His ab muscles were also taut and you could see just a few flecks of black hair start at his navel and run downwards. I was surprised to see that Jesse had worn his shorts in the pool and the effect was stunning! The thin material clung tightly to his skin and was so clear you could see his jockstrap distinctly. The wet shorts hugged his packed crotch and you could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. My gaze continued down his muscular legs and then turned to look at the girls next to him. Even though they were talking to him, they were clearly checking his body out. While Jesse talked to one girl, the other one was looking at his cock. When he turned to talk to her, she jerked her head back towards him and I saw the other one begin to look at his crotch. Suddenly, she looked over at me and saw that I caught her looking at Jesse's body. She grimaced and looked back at Jesse as he spoke to the other girl.
" . . . . and I swear to god that if coach had let me run that series of plays, I would of gotten the first down and we could have kept going!"
"I KNOW, Jesse! I'll bet you're the best player on the team and he needs to let you run more." I laughed to myself when she said this as she was the ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine and so wrapped up in herself, she probably didn't even know how to play football. Plus, she was 27 and I figured she ought to not be messing with a kid his age, even though he probably wouldn't mind messing with her.
"Jesse, would you do me a favor? I need some help restocking the beer."
Jesse looked at me, grinned, and said, "Sure, Ryan. Right now?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind.
Jesse looked back at the girls and said, "I'll be back in a little bit. Y'all still be here?"
"Sure, Jesse!" they said coyly. "Hurry back!"
I laughed when they said that and began walking towards the house. I was sure they would stay there till hell froze over if they had a chance to taste what they saw outlined so clearly in his shorts.
Jesse caught up with me and asked, "You feelin better now, Ryan?"
"Yeah, man. Don't worry anymore about that. I'm fine."
As we walked across the lawn, I stopped to pick up a beer can and Jesse walked on ahead of me. As I continued walking, I was treated to an even better sight of this young virile stud. The wet shorts stuck tight to his ass and showed every inch of his firm cheeks. The succulent half moons swayed as he walked and the wet material was wedged between them, defining each cheek clearly. Other than the lines of his jockstrap, there were no other marks on the solid muscle. It almost looked as if he wasn't wearing anything and my own cock began to get hard.
I shook my head to clear my lustful thoughts and caught up with Jesse. We went inside, got the beer, and began restocking the bar. After we finished, I gathered the boxes and told Jesse, "Thanks, man. You can go on back to the pool now. But be careful, cuz those babes are ready to tear you up!" I laughed as I said it, looked over at Jesse, and was surprised to see the serious look on his face.
"Tear me up?"
"Yeah. Man, they were practically drooling over you out there!"
"You mean . . . . you think they're interested in me?"
I laughed at Jesse's innocence and said, "of COURSE they're interested in you! They were checking out your body big time!"
Jesse laughed slightly and shook his head. "I don't know why. There are lots of guys here with better bodies than mine."
I snorted and thought "none that I know of" as we continued walking.
"Ryan . . . ."
"Yeah?"
Jesse hesitated and then said, "Can we talk for a minute?"
I clapped him on the shoulder, laughed and said, "I thought we WERE talking!"
"Nah . . . . I mean privately. Inside the house."
I started to make another light comment but, after seeing the look on Jesse's face, thought better of it. "Sure, Jesse. Is something wrong?"
"I just need to talk to you a minute."
"Sure. C'mon."
We walked inside the house and into my den. It was a large room, fairly private, and I figured we wouldn't be interrupted by anyone wandering around the house. I motioned Jesse to sit on the couch and I sat in the recliner next to it.
"What's on your mind?"
Jesse lifted his head and looked at me carefully. "I know I just met you today but you seem to be a really nice guy. I've heard people here today speak very highly of you and even my friend Ricky said you were cool. He said you were easy to talk to and . . . . I need some advice. Would you mind if I asked you something? Something personal?"
"Sure . . . . what is it?"
"I know you're gay."
I looked at Jesse a moment with a surprised look on my face. "That's your question?"
"No. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound that way. What I meant is that I know you're gay. . . . ."
Jesse hesitated.
I raised my eyebrows and urged him on. "Uh huhhhhhhh . . . . and?"
Jesse looked down and stuttered, "How . . . . how . . . . how do you know . . . . you know . . . . that you are . . . . uhhhhhh . . . . gay?"
"How do I know that I'm gay?" I repeated, not sure what he was asking.
"Yeah. I mean no. I mean . . . ." Jesse hesitated some more and then looked me directly in the eyes. "I mean, how does ANYBODY know if they're gay?"
As Jesse looked at me, I slowly sat back in the recliner. A multitude of thoughts began to run through my mind.
"Ummmmmm . . . . well, Jesse, that's not an easy question to answer," I answered hesitantly. "There's lots of feelings and emotions you have to sort thru and one's sexuality isn't an open and shut case. Let me ask you this . . . . why are you asking?"
Jesse quickly hung his head and put his hands in his lap. "I don't know, Ryan. I'm so confused. I like girls . . . . but . . . . I have these . . . . these . . . . feelings. I mean . . . . I'll meet a guy and I'll start feeling . . . . funny. Ya know? I'll start looking at him and . . . . just . . . . just . . . . want to be around him. And see more . . . . DO more." Slowly, Jesse looked up at me. "Ya know?"
Jesse's confusion and hesitation were touching and accentuated the sweet and innocent nature I found so charming. I knew though that I needed to choose my words carefully as he was obviously in a very vulnerable state.
"Yeah, man, I know. I can remember when I first started feeling that way. Believe me, I understand what you're going through. I remember some of my friends that I was attracted to." I smiled at him. "It's hard when you feel that way about a friend."
Jesse turned towards me so that he was facing me. "Yeah, but I don't feel that way about any of my friends. It's usually people I meet . . . . you know what I mean?" He was staring at me with a strange look on his face.
"Yeah, Jesse. I'm sure you meet lots of teenage guys at the mall and all the places you and your friends run around."
Jesse quickly sat back and slapped the couch with his hand. "NO! I'm not TALKIN about my friends . . . . or anyone else my age. Understand?"
I was startled by the vehemence in his voice and hesitated. "Sure man. Like I said, I understand."
Jesse continued to look at me and shook his head slowly. "You just don't get it, Ryan . . . ."
I kept quiet a moment as I was totally confused. I was trying to comfort him and for some reason, it wasn't working. Jesse looked down and I looked away as I tried to think of something to say that would ease the situation. I heard Jesse take a deep breath, exhale, and then mutter something under his breath.
I quickly looked at him and said, "What?"
Jesse looked up at me, hesitated a moment, and said "I said I like YOU."
Stunned, it took me a minute to register what he had said. "You like ME?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah."
The look on my face must have been of pure shock as Jesse broke into a smile and gave a short laugh. "What, is that so hard to believe? Or are you pissed?"
I looked away from him a moment and said, "No, man . . . . I mean I'm flattered. But . . . . Jesse, you don't even KNOW me. I mean, you just met me today."
Jesse kept smiling that gorgeous smile of his and said, "I know, Ryan, but . . . . like I said, that's how I FEEL. I think you're good looking and nice and I just have this . . . . feeling . . . . when I look at you."
I shook my head, stood up, and walked across the room. "Jesse . . . . listen to me. I understand what you're feeling right now. These feelings are new to you and you feel like you've got to act on them or you'll explode! I am flattered . . . . I mean truly flattered that you think that about me. My god, you're the best looking kid at this party and many people here would like to eat you up!" As I reached the other side, I turned and faced him. "But . . . . I'm much older than you are and you don't want to get involved with me. This is too new to you and you don't need to get involved with someone just cuz you think you like them. And . . . ." I paused.
Jesse noticed my hesitation. "And?"
I continued to pause and then said, "I'd feel guilty forever. I mean, I've seen so many older men take advantage of younger guys, like you, who are dealing with these feelings and I don't think its right. You need a FRIEND right now who can help you, Jesse. Not a lover."
Jesse was quiet and seemed to be thinking over what I said.
"Okay, Ryan . . . . I understand. I won't bother you anymore." He turned around and walked quickly towards the door.
As Jesse started leaving, I said, "Wait, man! Don't get mad! I just think . . . ." but it was too late. Jesse was out the door and gone. Shit. I lowered my head and rubbed my face with both hands. I didn't want him to be angry with me but I knew what I told him was right.
Deep down though, as I continued to think about him, I began to admit the truth . . . . that I really DID want Jesse. True, I wanted that beautiful, sensual body but it was more than just that. I wanted to experience being with someone again, whose sweetness and innocence hadn't been crushed out of them by years of bar-hopping, one-night stands, and broken promises. I wanted to caress and hold someone again, who REALLY wanted to be with me. In short, I wanted to love someone again, who could actually love and give in return. The question for me though was . . . . was Jesse the person I could experience that with?
I slowly walked out of the den and started for the kitchen. The party had become an afterthought after my session with Jesse and I knew people were probably wondering where I was. As I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, I stopped, a feeling of sadness engulfing me . . . . a feeling that I was letting life pass me by as it rushed on with excitement and wonder. I sighed quietly and started to go forward when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned around and there he was. The quiet smile. The full lips. The dark brown eyes that were so intense, I felt as if I was drowning in them.
"I'm sorry, Ryan. I thought about what you said and I really do understand. I don't want you to be mad at me and I don't want to be mad at you. If nothing more, we can at least be good friends. Whatta ya say?"
Such goodness . . . . such sweetness . . . . such understanding. I continued to stare into his eyes and hardly breathed. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned forward. I felt out lips touch gently as I kissed him . . . . a soft kiss that felt wonderful on his warm, full lips. I kissed him again and felt him respond gently but urgently. I put my hands on the side of his face and pulled him towards me, kissing him intensely. His hands were on my shoulders, pulling me towards him as we began to let the passion that we both felt take hold of us.
Suddenly, I broke off and pulled back. Jesse was breathing heavily. He looked at me curiously, smiled slightly, and said "What is it?"
I smiled back at him and put my finger on my lips to tell him to be quiet. I grabbed his hand and walked back down the hallway, pulling him after me. We walked to my bedroom, where I pulled him inside and closed the door.
As I looked at the beautiful teen in front of me, the old feelings of guilt began to come to me again, and Jesse must have noticed the look on my face.
"What's the matter?"
I didn't answer and looked down at the floor.
"Ryan . . . . what's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just gimme a minute."
The room was quiet and the seconds ticked by as I struggled with my emotions. I knew that what I wanted to do was wrong and had managed to stay out of this type of situation in the past. Yet . . . . here I was again and couldn't seem to stop myself this time. Why, I wondered. What was different about this time? This boy?
"We don't have to do this."
I was startled by the voice and looked up quickly at Jesse.
"What?"
The concern was evident in his face as he spoke. "I said we don't have to do this if you're going to feel this way. I don't want our being together to make you feel guilty or ashamed or . . . . just anything bad." Jesse smiled at me and reached out his hand to touch my cheek. "You know, it's funny. I've met other men who were just as cute as you and they're always tryin to get in my pants. But you . . . . you're . . . . different. I mean, here I was practically throwing myself at you and instead of tryin to mess with me, you feel guilty. I wanted to be with you, man . . . . for you to be . . . . my first." He rolled his eyes as if that admission was embarrassing. "I know this may sound funny to you, Ryan, but . . . . I feel . . . . mmmmmm . . . . good with you. You don't deserve to feel guilty or ashamed and if being with me causes you to feel that, then we don't need to. Like I said earlier . . . . we can skip this and just be good friends." He tenderly caressed my cheek and smiled that warm, full, loving smile of his.
As he spoke, my bad feelings disappeared and my heart began to feel the love and desire it felt for him earlier. Any doubts I may have had were gone and I decided that if this was wrong, I'd willingly answer for it. But, I knew if I didn't grab him now . . . . with all the good, the bad, and the ugly that entailed . . . . I might never again find a man who would give himself so willingly. I walked over and took Jesse in my arms, kissing him fully. The passion that we felt earlier in the hallway began to build again and I knew that this time it wouldn't stop.
Jesse and I hugged and kissed with so much emotion that my lips began to hurt. I ran my hands all over his body, wanting to feel and know intimately every inch of his chiseled physique. As I pressed my hands to his chest, the feel of his muscles made my desire to have him grow quickly. I tugged on the sides of his t-shirt, still slightly damp from his dip in the pool, and pulled it up over his head. His firmly sculptured pecs rose like twin plateaus from his smooth chest, the dark brown nipples hard and inviting. I squatted down and ran my tongue in his navel, the opening deep and inviting. I heard Jesse moan and, as I looked up at him, close his eyes. His hands were behind my head as he pressed my face into his body and I felt him begin to writhe. I reached behind, grabbed the firm cheeks of his ass, and almost came when I felt their size and solid muscle.
As I licked his stomach, the desire to take him became almost unbearable. I began to lick all over his sides and up the smooth, hairless valley between the thick muscular pecs. I could taste the chlorine from the water on his skin and it became almost an aphrodisiac to me. Jesse continued to writhed in pleasure and began to run his fingers through my hair. As I ran my tongue between his pecs, I leaned over and took his left nipple in my mouth. It was hard and I took it between my teeth and bit it gently. Jesse groaned and arched his back, offering my more of his luscious chest. I opened my mouth wider and began to nip and lightly bite the firm muscle around the nipple. I kept squeezing his tight ass as I sucked his chest and Jesse continued to groan and thrash in ecstasy.
As I pushed him towards the bed, I felt him tugging at my shirt. I was not ready to bare myself to him yet as I wanted to strip and savor his young, athletic body first. The time would come for him to have me but I was heady with desire and wanted to devour him first! As we got near the bed, I pushed Jesse hard and he landed on his back. He smiled up at me as I gazed at his masculine figure, dressed only in shorts and jock. I leaned down at the end of the bed and peeked at him over his feet as he struggled to sit up where he could see me. I told him to lie back and close his eyes as I didn't want him to know what I was going to do next.
I stood up and looked thoughtfully at Jesse. His legs were inviting . . . . smooth, muscular, lightly dusted with hair and ready to be touched. I leaned over and began to slowly run the tips of my fingers up the sides. I reached his powerful thighs and moved my hands gently to the top of his legs, continuing my journey towards his full crotch. As I reached the edge of his shorts, I pressed my fingers down firmly on the muscle. My hands slid under the nylon and began to inch downwards to the smooth surface of his inner thigh. As my fingers lightly grazed his hairless skin, I heard Jesse inhale and his body flinched. Suddenly, my fingertips touched the rough material of his jock and I knew I had reached the treasure I wanted so badly.
Jesse's eyes were still closed and I quietly asked him, "How does that feel?" His head rolled back and forth gently and he murmured softly. "Good, man. Don't stop." I smiled to myself as I had no intention of stopping until I possessed his body completely.
I ran my hands up further under his shorts until I had reached the waistband. I turned my palms up, grasped the edge of his shorts, and began to work them down. Jesse felt the movement and lifted his hips as I eased the nylon shorts down his legs. I pulled the shorts completely off and looked at Jesse lying there in his jockstrap, his swollen cock outlined in the stretched fabric.
As I ran my hands over his cock, Jesse began thrash again and pushed down hard on my hands. I continued rubbing and kneading his cock and the swollen jock seemed to get even bigger. I pushed his hands away, grabbed the top of his jockstrap, and pulled it down. Jesse again lifted his hips so I could get the strap from under the solid muscles of his ass. I slide it down his legs and off . . . . his totally nude body now ready for me.
The sight of Jesse's nude body was exquisite and I could see why his jock was so packed! His cock was probably 6 inches, very thick and cut. The head was dark pink while his shaft was the same olive color of his skin and smooth. It rose straight up from a patch of black hair that accented the fullness of his sex and throbbed in anticipation of the fun to come!
I pulled Jesse's legs apart and began to lick his hairless balls. The smell of chlorine and his sweat was intoxicating and I licked and sucked his balls like a man possessed. Jesse was groaning and twisting his legs and hips as I attacked his sensitive nuts and I began to lick up the sides of his cock. The feeling was driving Jesse wild as his body started bucking hard and I had to hold on to his legs to keep his crotch in front of me. I moved to the tip of his cock and began tonguing and licking the head, sending greater spasms through him, and then took his cock completely in my mouth and down my throat.
"OH, GOD . . . ." Jesse screamed out as I throated his full cock and sucked on it.
"Fuck man! . . . .oh god! . . . ." Jesse was slapping the bed with his arms and trying to thrust his cock farther down my throat.
I pulled up on his shaft, tightening my lips and forming a firm suction on the sensitive cock, and then sucked it back in as I went down on him. Over and over I sucked the cock in and then ran my tongue on the glans as it retreated. Jesse's cock was full in my mouth but was the perfect size to suck on! I sucked and licked and tongued and played with his cock as if it was the last cock I'd ever blow! Jesse had thrown his arms over his head and was constantly thrusting his cock, meeting my mouth as I went down on his beautiful dick and pulling back to get my mouth over the entire length of his shaft.
As I continued sucking Jesse's cock, I began to finger his asshole. His crack was like most of his body . . . . hairless and smooth . . . . and it was now slick with sweat. His hole was cute . . . . brown and puckered . . . . and I pushed my middle finger against it. Surprisingly, my finger went in with little resistance and I began to finger fuck his ass.
Jesse's body lurched and he began bucking and thrashing more wildly at the combination of his ass being fingered and his cock being sucked.
"Shit! . . . . ohhhhhhhhh shit, man! . . . . oh yeahhhhhhhh . . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . . more . . . . c'mon!! . . . . my nuts need to cum man! . . . UHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!"
I felt Jesse's cock began to harden in my mouth and knew he was only seconds away from dropping a load in my mouth. I sucked harder and thrust my finger in farther to push him over the edge and capture that creamy juice that I knew was coming from his balls and working its way up his engorged teenage meat.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! . . . .
Jesse was screaming in a high pitch and his hips came up off the bed. His cock went rigid and the head expanded as I felt a burst of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. Jesse's whole body was hard and he continued to thrust his cock in my mouth as his powerful orgasm continued. Blast after blast of cum filled my mouth and I kept sucking the stiff shaft and thrust my finger in his ass as far as it would go.
Slowly, Jesse's thrusts abated and his body began to relax. His cock was still hard but he had quit thrashing as exhaustion began to set it. I pulled off of his cock and looked at him. His eyes were still closed, his hair clung to his forehead, and his body was covered in sweat. As I continued to look at him, he slowly opened his eyes. A slight grin appeared on his face and he licked his lips.
"Man . . . .Ryan . . . ."
I sat there and smiled at him, my lust having slacked somewhat. "Like that?" I teased.
Jesse closed his eyes again. "Man . . . . shit . . . . that was . . . . that was just . . . . too much . . . ."
I started laughing and teased him again. "Too much? A little ole blow job like that? I thought an 18 year old could handle getting his dick sucked!"
Jesse continued to smile as he lay there. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at me again. "I don't know about you but . . . . shit . . . . that felt great!" He continued to look at me sitting next to him when, all of a sudden, a frown crossed his face. "Aw shit, man!"
"What?" I asked, puzzled as to what was wrong.
"What about you, Ryan? I mean . . . . I wanted to do you, man."
"DO me?" I laughed. "That sounds like you want to kill somebody, man!"
A pleasing look came across Jesse's face and he said, "No, man! I meant . . . . that I wanted to . . . . you know . . . ." Embarrassed, he looked down.
"Yeah . . . . do me!" I said as I laughed again. Jesse still looked embarrassed and I lifted his face up. "You really want to make me feel good, Jesse?"
"Yeah, Ryan . . . . you know I do."
"Okay. Then fuck me. That will make me feel good."
Jesse looked skeptical a minute and I asked, "You don't wanna do that?"
"No. It's not that. It's just that . . . . that . . . . I've never . . . . fucked a guy . . . . before."
I grinned as I looked into his innocent face and said, "Have you ever fucked a girl before?"
"Sure."
"Well, it's just like fucking a girl. But, a lot more fun! Just make sure you use lots of lube cuz my ass don't get as slick as a girl's pussy does and THEN its not as much fun for me!" I pointed over to the bathroom. "The lube and condoms are in the bathroom, in the chest, on the top shelf."
As Jesse went to get them, I took off my clothes and lie back on the bed. At 35, I knew my body didn't look anything like Jesse's and I hoped he wouldn't be turned off. He came back in fiddling with the lube and condom wrapper as he approached the bed. He looked at me and stopped in mid-motion.
"Oh man!"
I was startled by his reaction and began blushing. "What?"
Jesse paused a moment and continued looking at me.
"What?" I asked more insistently.
"It's just that . . . . you've got a nice body! Hairy! I like that! I wish I had as much hair as you did."
Relieved, I laughed and said, "Nah, I like your body just the way it is. But, I'm glad you like this one. It's the only one I've got!"
Jesse smiled at me, then pulled my legs apart and kneeled between them. I thought I'd have to tell him what to do but evidently the times he had fucked women gave him SOME idea of what to do! He was stroking his cock and it got hard again quickly. He ran some lube over his swelling cock and then rolled the condom on. As he looked at me, I pulled my legs up and towards my chest, giving him his first look at my hairy ass. He poured the lube on my ass, rubbed it all over, and even remembered to stick a finger in my ass and lube the entry way thoroughly. After a few minutes of oiling me up, he set the bottle down, started stroking his dick again, and looked at me with a smile.
The site of his beautiful face, muscular chest, and big cock kneeling over me was more than I could take. "C'mon, man. I'm ready."
Jesse began to lean over me, guiding his cock towards my ass. I grabbed it, pulled it to the opening, and held it there, while he positioned himself. He put his arms on both sides of my chest and propped himself up, the muscles bulging as they held his weight. I spread my legs farther and he moved forward, pushing his cock into my slick ass. As he began to push in, I moved my hands to his firm ass, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he pushed forward with his cock.
Jesse's cock penetrated me quickly and was all the way in before he knew it. I could feel his pubes rubbing against my ass and the feeling of his full, thick cock inside me was incredible! As his ass flexed, I ran my hands up his back and felt the taut muscles of his back, sides, and shoulders. Knowing that I had a muscular stud with a huge cock inside me heightened my pleasure and I groaned as I relaxed to let him fuck me.
Jesse was still when he first entered but, sensing no resistance on my part, he slowly pulled back out. He slid back in but was being careful not to totally pull himself out of my ass. As his motion began, I put my hands back on his ass and guided him. As he would pull back out, I pushed up on his hips to make his cock come as far out as it could. As he pushed back in, I squeezed and pushed his muscular cheeks to bring him in as far as he could come. After a couple of times, he understood what I was trying to do and began to fuck me with deep, full strokes.
As Jesse fucked me, I ran my hands over his ass, his back . . . . any part of his body I could touch. His ample cock filled me completely and constantly touched my prostate as he sunk it deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and moaned as I thought about the virile young man who was pleasing me so fully. He was obviously enjoying it too as he moaned and breathed heavily as he fucked.
As the heat of our coupling increased, I began to open myself wider to Jesse's cock and push back at him as he entered me over and over. I ran my hands down his muscular arms and chest and began to pinch his nipples. He groaned more as I pinched his nipples and started to thrust faster into me. I pulled him down on me and raised my hips so he could pull himself closer. As he did so, I reached up and pulled his face to mine, kissing those fully kissable lips and sticking my tongue in his mouth to touch his. Jesse opened his mouth and began to suck my tongue into his mouth as he kissed me and I felt like he was totally consuming me . . . . his cock in my ass . . . . his chest on my chest . . . . his mouth sucking my tongue.
Jesse began to fuck faster and harder and I knew he was close to reaching orgasm. I opened myself totally and thrust on his cock even harder . . . . pulled him to me even closer . . . . kissed his lips more fully. I was groaning loudly and knew from the tremors in my balls that I was about to come as well.
Jesse's breathing got faster and he was making a whimpering noise. Suddenly, his nuts gave up and he blasted loose a stream of cum inside me. Even though he was wearing a condom, I could feel the head of his cock expand as he came over and over. He was shoving his cock in my ass harder and finally thrust it in a final time and held it. I was screaming and pulling him into me as hard as I could, when my cock erupted and shot my jizz all over our combined stomachs. It seemed, for a moment, that our two bodies were one solid mass of thrashing muscle, flailing orgasms and frenzied sound.
As our climaxes waned, our bodies began to relax. Jesse continued to lie on top of me and I ran my hands up and down his broad back. Slowly, he rolled off of me and lie on his back next to me. We were both drenched with sweat, covered in cum, and totally spent. Eventually, I looked over at him and, hearing my movement, he turned and looked at me. We smiled weakly at each other and I reached over to hold him. I put my head on his chest and felt his arm reach over to hold me. The feel of him holding me was comforting and I snuggled closer to him, closed my eyes, and rested . . . . secure in the arms of a loving, giving man.
That was 13 years ago and, Jesse and I have been together now for the last 11 years. The two years before he moved in were hard on us, as Jesse finished school and started at the local college. We didn't want to give his parents or anyone else reason to create problems so we saw each other only at times that he could get away without getting caught. When he turned 20, I offered to "rent" him a room and we've been together ever since. I'm sure there are some who suspect a more intimate relationship between us but we constantly walk that public tightrope between being friends and being "more" than friends. I don't like it but recognize, for now, the necessity of having to do it.
As I said, my life has never been the same since Jesse came into it. I often wonder where I would be today if I had not taken the chance with him. But then I close my eyes . . . . and remember the caring . . . . the giving . . . . and the passion . . . . and then realize that knowing where I would have been . . . . was not as important in life as knowing where I was. It's ironic though that we all have to learn that lesson over and over again. I'm just thankful that I have someone like Jesse to teach it to me.
