Well, Paul didn't pass out despite the fact that he was totally shitfaced. Hey, we all were. Big time. We'd partied like there was no tomorrow. And as Steph and I started to get kinda friendly on the couch in the den, Paul instinctively knew what was gonna happen. Problem was, we didn't. We watched him undress, wondering what the fuck he was doing.
South Africa
Part 4
"Hey, what's good for Kyle is good for me, too," he announced as he stood beside Steph with his hard teen meat sending signals even a blind person couldn't miss.
When I saw his long, fat cock disappear between Steph's moist lips, I was turned on like you wouldn't believe. Jeez! It was the same delicious boner that I'd stroked, licked and sucked practically every chance that came my way while he was in town… but to see that spit-lubed, glistening shaft gliding like a human piston in and out of another face, and those wicked nads bouncing off another chin, was the most incredibly erotic sight. Hot!
After he'd shot a huge load down Steph's throat, it was his turn to watch her blow me. And I guessed he was right about what was good for me was also good for him. In a weird kinda way, we were the same person sharing two separate bodies.
Anyway, we were all so fucking out of it that if Steph's parents had walked in, we'd have been so deep in shit that we'd never have been able to dig ourselves out.
"I can see why you like Steph so much," he raved after we'd sobered up a little following a shower at home. "She gives head like you do."
"There's more to Steph than just blowing me."
"I understand that, Kyle, but good sex is important. It's fucking vital."
"How come you got naked like that, and pointed your boner at her? I could never do that to Carol if Mark was there. Or even if Mark wasn't there. Actually, if Mark was there, I wouldn't be here now talking to you."
"Cause Steph is a part of you, and you're a part of me. We're a part of each other. Anyway, she didn't mind."
"What if I did that with your girlfriend?"
"Same deal."
"Jeez, B thinks I'm outrageous, but I'm not a fucking patch on you."
"I've read his Daniel stories, remember."
So it was just the two of us again in bed, and that was the thing I'd really missed about his being in England. No amount of Steves, Marks, or Wingnuts could ever compensate for his absence. Paul and I had too much history… a past that could never be discounted, or erased. It was the glue that had created a bond that was impervious to time and distance.
I'd lost count of how many times we'd blown each other, but every single time was special with Paul. Each time his lips were wrapped around my boner, or mine around his, was as good or better than the last. The kisses and hugs were just as awesome. For some strange reason, I could never have taken Paul for granted. The more I got, the more I wanted. It was impossible to have too much of Paul. And I knew that he felt the same way about me.
Every chance we got during his visit, we surfed. And that was another thing that bound us together. We'd been surfing ever since we were two little kids who spent more time swallowing half the Atlantic than standing on our boards. But, over the years, we'd become expert. Steve joined us in the surf on a couple of occasions, and impressed the hell outa Paul. Steve was not only good looking -- the blonde haired, quintessential surfer, with a physique to match -- but he was also a rave rider who could make his stick do just about anything he wanted. Paul was aware of Steve's inflated ego, but the two of them got along pretty well.
It was on the Thursday night while Paul and I were in bed that Fate had something very special in store for me. Some years ago, before Paul left for England, he'd asked me to fuck him. Well, I checked my appointment book and saw that I had a bit of free time up my sleeve, so I agreed. Yeah, right.
We were in the kitchen at my place, and we were both naked… which kinda helped. He rested his upper body on the kitchen bench while I slowly slid my boner into his hole. Neither of us had done anything like that before… to each other, or to anybody else. We were both fifteen.
My cock was only partially in when Paul asked me to stop. He complained that it was painful, and that he wasn't ready. So that was the end of that little adventure. Nevertheless, we discussed it from time to time after our experiment, and had often fantasized about it.
"Hey, Kyle, remember what you said to me before I left for England? About us having sex together?"
"Yep."
"You still want to?"
"I've never stopped thinking about it."
"I bought some KY today."
"When?"
"When you weren't looking," he laughed.
"You've obviously been thinking about it, too."
"Yeah, I guess it kinda crossed my mind."
"I'm nervous."
"I'm scared shitless, bro. But I really want you."
He wasn't just looking at me with those awesome eyes of his that could melt a fucking iceberg. He was hypnotizing me. But it wasn't easy for me to say yes. This was the biggest moment of my life, as well as the biggest decision. Fucking Paul, or being fucked by him, was still only a dream -- a fantasy that I'd had for years, and had never expected to materialize. And now I was being confronted with the reality.
I decided to buy some time to allow my brain to unscramble… as he also did. So we both licked and sucked each other for quite a long while.
At the precise moment Paul had chosen to be appropriate, he produced a condom, then rolled it down my cock as I watched in silence as well as awe. Then he reached for his bag at the side of the bed, and retrieved a tube of KY.
"I want you to go first, Kyle."
I took the KY from him, squeezed a little onto my fingers, and rubbed it into his ass crack. He also squeezed a bit onto his fingers and lubed my condom-clad boner. It was all happening. There was no turning back. This was for fucking real!
As I manipulated his hole with one finger to relax his ass muscles, I could feel that he was as tight as a fucking drum. There was no way that that ass was used to intrusions. Getting my second finger in was a real worry, even though he'd lifted his leg to allow easier access. If two fingers were having difficulty, how the fuck was he gonna take my six and a half inches? Hey, my dick wasn't exactly a weenie.
While I was massaging his hole, we didn't say a helluva lot. I figured we were both in some kinda trance… both realizing the awesome significance of the moment. We were finally gonna do it. It! We were finally gonna consummate a very special friendship. This wasn't about fucking. This was about something way more important. This was about love.
After a while, he laid on his back, raised his soccer-toned legs, then grabbed hold of his ankles. And there it was. His relaxed, lubed hole. Moist, pink and brown. Waiting for me. This was Paul. The guy behind the Mr B mask at the party. The guy who left the most fantastic new stick in the shower to surprise me. The guy who'd shared my bed all week. Paul. My lifelong friend and lover. And I was about to fuck his lights out for the very first time.
"Tell me if I hurt you. OK?" I asked as I aimed my dick towards his most private part.
I gently pushed the swollen, cut head of my cock into his crack, and it was immediately obvious that he was as tight as all fucking hell. I was positive that I was hurting him. After all, I'd been in that situation before myself. And as I slid my boner in a little further, I watched his face. His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lip.
"You OK?"
"Oh, fuck yeah. This is unreal."
It was odd to see an expression on his face that looked like he'd just stubbed his toe, yet he was happy for me to be inside him. I just knew it. Well, almost inside. I pushed again, slowly, until I felt my nads touch his ass. I was in. All the way in. Woohoo!
"You OK?"
"Fuck me, Kyle. Just fuck me."
I leaned forward, kissed him gently on the lips, then reversed my throbber before pushing it in again. I took it very slowly at first, gradually building up to a more aggressive thrusting motion as I felt the build-up of cum in my groin getting ready to explode.
When the rush threatened to begin it's wildly electric journey, draining every ounce of energy from my bod, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming in absolute ecstasy.
As soon as I felt the first wad of boy juice perched on the verge of eruption, I drove my boner as deeply inside him as I could. Paul's ass muscles were gripping my shaft like a vice. My balls were hard up against his butt. Our lips were meshed. His arms were wrapped around me. My fingers were buried in his soft black hair, and gripping his scalp. The air was thick with the smell of our sweat. Our wet, oily skin slipped and slid as our bodies writhed like snakes in those awesome moments of the most exquisite passion. Our hot and rapid breaths drifted up each other's nostrils. And still my cock kept exploding in synch with my uncontrollable gasps and pelvic thrusts, until my aching balls had been completely spent.
When the fireworks had subsided, and the sudden eerie stillness of peace had resumed its reign, I slowly withdrew my dick from its new home, peeled off the condom, then straddled Paul's muscular chest. From up above, and looking down at the most incredibly handsome face in all the world, and one that I loved to bits, I watched his tongue and lips clean my cum-soaked cock and balls. If this guy didn't love me, nobody did.
What surprised us both was that I still had a little bit of jizz left, which quickly found its way into Paul's mouth as he sucked my still-hard boner for every last morsel.
"I can't believe that I just fucked you."
"You mean we weren't being videoed?"
"Yeah, right. Hey, I'm being serious. What you just did… cleaning my dick and balls like that."
"I always clean up after making a mess."
"It's kinda weird… I mean about the way we are."
"Like?"
"Like how we're equal. I'm looking down at you, watching you clean my cock and nads, but it's not like I feel superior or anything. I dunno how to explain it."
"People who love each other, I mean truly love each other, never feel superior."
"B thinks I'm superior. Well, he kinda puts me on a fucking pedestal. I told him once that I didn't belong there."
"I can dig where he's coming from."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. Hey, right now I'm down here looking up at you towering over me while you've got your cute butt planted on my chest. You're totally fucking awesome. Take my word for it, bro."
"All B's ever seen is my email."
"Nope. He's seen more than that, Kyle. He knows how to read between the lines. He probably knows you better than anybody. You gonna tell him about this?"
"Nope."
"Yeah, right," he laughed. "Anyway, there's something else you can tell him about."
"Like what?"
"Like how I'm gonna fuck your lights out… like right now."
"Hang. I gotta check. Where's my appointment book?"Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
