I Need Love

I Need Love

I held him tight to me, my arms wrapped around him, even my legs around him.  I needed him so much.  But his head was on my shoulder, not at my face, not kissing me like I wanted and needed.  He was really giving me a good ride, so I needn’t complain.  He was really good.  But it was just raw sex, and that’s all it was.

I had found him cruising the halls in the Crew Club, and there was sort of a spark between us.  He didn’t say much, just hey, how are you, what are you up to, can I come back to your room?  And I said yes, of course, and got my key off the elastic band at my wrist and opened the door.  We both were wrapped in towels, and I pulled mine off as he removed his, and I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth and sucked his cock up.  He was a good size, about seven inches, and very stiff, obviously needing something. 

After I got him sucked up, I laid down on the bench/bed and he got on top of me, and we didn’t kiss or make any love.  He just got in position over me, held my legs up and got his cock in position and plunged in.  I was cleaned out and lubed up, so there was no problem with my taking him, and he didn’t waste any time.  He began the long strokes as expected, and eventually laid down on top of me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he began to use me for his pleasure. 

I was really into it, more than he seemed to be.  I had just what I wanted, and I guess he had it, too, but that was it.  It was pure sex, really good sex.  He knew how to get me going and I was wrapped up in it and him. And he was really into it, pounding my ass good.  I knew he would be off in a few strokes.  As he got into the real hard and heavy strokes, he rose up on his arms and was really putting it to me.  But I didn’t blow my wad.  It was really good and I liked it, but I wasn’t getting off on it. 

I finally felt him explode in my ass, felt the shots of warm cum up my ass. I couldn’t see his face clearly through his mop of hair over his eyes, but he seemed to be smiling.  As he finished he laid back on me and pumped his cock into my ass as it began to deflate and come back to normal size. I was glad of that, that he didn’t just blow and pull out, or pull out first and blow all over my junk.

When he pulled out I could feel cum running out, so I wiped myself clean with my towel as he put his back on his hips.  He said thanks and was quickly gone.  I guess he’d gotten what he came for.  But I still needed something.  I just laid there with the door open, my legs still wide open, looking like I was waiting for another man.  And I decided that was what I needed, so I just relaxed and dozed, as I waited.

Now if you’ve ever been in a bath house, you know that’s what you’ll often see in the open doors, a man lying on his stomach or back, showing what he has to offer.  And lots of men pass by and look at what’s available and move on.  And that’s what they were doing as I was lying there, sleeping.  Several men stopped and looked in and sort of wanted to see what I had, but I was asleep. Eventually I opened my eyes to watch the parade.

One young guy walked by, then walked back by and then walked by very slowly and eventually he put his head in and asked me how I was doing.  I had been watching him.  He had to be very young; he looked like he was a high school student, but you have to be 18 to get in.  Now I’m not an old guy; I’m 35 and in pretty good shape for my age, since I work out nearly every day at the gym.  But this guy had to be just a big kid.  I finally smiled and asked him “Hey, how old are you?”  He blushed and said “I’m twenty.”  I looked at him and said “How old are you really?”  He kept blushing and looked down and then back up.  “I’m really 18, I just wanted to say I was older.”  “I thought you were in high school”, I said.  “Yeah,” he responded, “I’m a senior at Central High.”  “Come on in, have a seat”, I said as I sat up.  I scooted over to give him room to sit down. 

I had not put on a towel, and he sat there wrapped up in his towel, and we looked at each other.  I couldn’t help myself, I put my arm around him and pulled him to me.  He didn’t look ready for it, but he didn’t shove me away.  I put my other arm around him and it became obvious that I intended to kiss him, and I said “How much sex have you had?”  He looked at me; we were so close, almost right up against each other.  “I’ve never had a man like this before” as he sort of shivered; I couldn’t tell if he was cold or excited. 

“Do you want a man this close?” I was really intending to kiss him.  He looked like he couldn’t figure out what to say.  So I kissed him, very gently first, just lips against lips and then backed off to see if he would respond.  No response, so I kissed him again, and this time I ran my tongue over his lips, and he opened his mouth in the kiss and my tongue went in to find his tongue and we began to press hard into each other. 

I wrapped my arms up higher and took his head in one hand and moved his head so we were really kissing intently.  He finally began to get into it, moving his arms around me and then grabbing me as he got into the kiss.  When we finally parted so we could both breathe, I said “Man, you sure got me going.  I hope you are a top!”  He seemed so excited; he just nodded his head yes. 

So I very gently began to pull on his towel, and he rose up a bit, so I could pull it off him.  Turned out his cock was already up and stiff, so it didn’t need much.  I still went down on him enough to get him nice and wet and ready for my ass.  Then I got him to stand up and I laid back like I was before, with my legs outstretched and open for him.  He just stood there looking at me, and I realized he probably had no idea what to do.  So I took his hand and said “Son, all you have to do is take that stiff cock and put it in that hole you see down there.” 

Once I said that he got down on his knees and looked at my hole.  He took his stiff cock and aimed it and pressed it into the hole.  I had to move myself to take him in, and he didn’t need anything beyond that. Once I had him in me, he took over.  I think it was already in him, how to fuck.  He got a leg in each arm and began thrusting.  I liked younger guys; sex for them is all rutting, and that’s what he was doing.  So I told him to put my legs on his shoulders and really get over me.  Once he was fully into it, really fucking me well, I told him to let the legs go, and I pulled him down on me and I kissed him.  Then he really got into the whole fucking idea.

I had my arms and legs wrapped around him, and was kissing him, and he was really into it.  He had his arms around my head, his hands on my face.  I think for him there were two things, him kissing my face and his body fucking mine, and they were both going on at the same time.  But like any kid fucking, there quickly comes the end. When he realized he was about to cum, he rose up on his arms and began to really plow my ass hard, and then I could feel the spurts of his cum in my ass.  I was smiling up at him as he really put the final strokes into me.  He wasn’t really looking at me, he was into the sex, more feeling it than expressing it.  I thought this was probably the first time he’d ever fucked a man.  If he’d lasted longer he might have gotten me off with him, but I was happy he was having a good fuck, and it felt good for me, too.

After his final big shots of cum, he sort of came back to reality and realized he was fucking me, and I held him in with my legs around his hips, so he couldn’t pull out.  He stayed in as his cock began to deflate and he eventually fell out of my ass, with a big load of cum, too.  My towel was already soggy from the cum I’d wiped off earlier, but I let the boy sit up and I cleaned up the cummy mess with my towel.

Then I looked at the boy, and he was looking kinda confused.  He seemed happy and pleased that he had shot his load and glad that I seemed happy, but he didn’t know what he was supposed to do now.  So after I got myself cleaned up, I wrapped him up in my arms and held him tight and told him what a great fucker he was and how much I’d enjoyed it.  Then he relaxed a bit and seemed happy.

Then I introduced myself, and asked for his name.  I told him he just needed to tell me a first name, and he said he was Stan.  I told him the first fuck was great; did he want another fuck, and he sort of paused, again, like he didn’t know what to do, so I said he could fuck me again if he liked, or we could sit and chat, or he could go.  He sort of said he’d like to just sit and talk for a time, so I moved aside a bit to give him more room. 

He looked down and then said he was sorry, but he didn’t know what to talk about.  I told him not to worry about it, he could say whatever he wanted to.  He said that it was his first time at the baths and he wanted to let me know that I was the first man he’d ever fucked.  He sounded shy about it, so I asked him if he’d ever fooled around with the boys at his school or his friends, and he said no, he’d always wanted to, but never took the chance till he was 18 and able to come here to the baths.  I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to do, and he gave me that shy little look, and said he really wanted to get fucked himself.  I’d taken two loads, but still had a load in my balls, so I asked him if I could be the one to fuck him for the first time, and he said yes. 

So I told him he had to suck my cock first, and he said he’d never done that, so I had to teach him how to suck a man.  He learned quickly.  I didn’t get into any deep throat lessons.  I was only about six and half inches long, and I figured he could handle that. And he wanted to get fucked anyway, so getting my cock sucked was mostly getting me wet enough to penetrate his ass. 

After he had me sucked up, I turned him onto his stomach and got him to hump his ass up, and I began to eat his ass.  Now rimming had never entered the story so far, so it was all new to him.  He went crazy when I got my tongue on his hole.  Then when I opened his hole enough to get my tongue in him, I thought he was gonna blow his cum all over the place.  He finally calmed down a bit as I got his hole opened up and got my middle finger in it.  I pulled his hole open, licked my finger and slid it back in, and got in about to the second knuckle. Then I opened him up again, licked two fingers and got them in. Then I went looking for his prostate, and eventually found it, and again I thought he was going crazy.  I told him that was his love nut, and that was what all gay men got off on when they got fucked.

He was now ready for my cock.  I put it back in his mouth for a while, while I opened up my bottle of lube, and got some on his ass.  The I pulled my cock out, and put lube on it, and I climbed on over his legs and got down with his legs in the center, and aimed my cock at his hole.

When I finally got my cock past his sphincter, he was hollering that it hurt too much, so I told him to push out and tighten up as much as possible, and he did.  Soon he told me the pain was beginning to let up, so I gently began to push into him, a little at a time.  After about five minutes I told him I was all the way in and would let him adjust to it. 

When he was ready, I began to pull out and push forward gently.  I asked him if there was still pain, and he said no, but I still was very gentle until I felt him push back against me when I went all the way in.  Then I got more into it, way out and all the way back in, and I began to use more force. 

When I felt he was ready, I pulled out and told him to get on his back.   I pulled his legs up and put them over my shoulders, and slid back into his hole.  I looked at his face.  He was sweating and looked kinda stressed out, but I thought he was just getting into it, and would begin to enjoy it.  So I began the good stuff, really heavy in and out, moving my ass in a circle, so I moved my cock in his hole, and he began to really respond.  Then I could tell he was enjoying it.

Now he was smiling, so I moved down and began to kiss him as I fucked his ass, and he kissed me back.  We were really fucking now.  I could get up on my arms and really slam into him, and he was moving with me, throwing his ass up against me as I stroked his hole.  I looked down at his face and he looked up at me and we both were smiling.  I gave him a quick kiss, and then rose up and took his legs off my shoulders to hold them apart, and really laid into him.

I was sweating so much that sweat was dropping off my nose onto his face, and he was sweating, too.  I told him I was about to cum, and suddenly he got the strangest look on his face and his ass drew up on my cock and his cock exploded cum.  Long ropes of cum covered him and me as I felt his ass constrict and relax, which made me cum up his ass.  I felt like I was exploding too, spraying my load of hot cum up his hot ass.  He was yelling “OH GOD, OH GOD” and I was yelling “FUCK!” I knew everyone in the bath house knew there was a fuck going on now. 

As we calmed down, I looked at his face, and he had this expression like ‘what just happened’? I let his legs down and put my arms down and gently bent down and licked the cum off his face and then kissed him.  He didn’t respond at first, and then began to gently kiss me back, and then suddenly he wrapped his arms around me and really began to kiss me.  He wrapped his legs around my hips and pulled me hard to him and we both kissed so hard. 

I was in love; I knew it.  This boy was for me.  But he didn’t know it.  He was in lust, with a man, at the bath house.  I let him loose, and we became untangled.  I said I needed to go to the shower, and he said he did, too.  So he wrapped up in his towel. I threw mine over my shoulder; I knew I’d have to get a clean one. And we walked to the showers together.

Taking a shower together was fun, too.  He sort of relaxed now; we’d had fun together, and now we were just cleaning up afterwards.  When he was cleaned off and I was too, I asked him if he would return to my room. He thought about it for a minute, and then said yes, and we went off together, holding hands.  When we got there we both just sat on the bench.  I really needed to talk to the boy. 

First off, I told him I thought I was in love with him.  He sort of didn’t like that, said we needed to let things calm down a little.  He said I was his first, and he needed some time to sort things out, so I said fine.  Then I put one arm around his shoulder again, and leaned over and kissed him.  It took him a while to open up to it, but eventually he did kiss me back, and we made out for a while. 

Then I laid down and pulled him on top of me, and we continued to make out while I worked his cock up again. And as we kissed I got under him and spread my legs and pulled his dick into position so I could very gently get him to take me again.   Kissing him all the while, he began to fuck me, and this time it was a loving fuck the entire time.  He didn’t need to get off this time, and neither did I.  I wanted to make love to him, and I felt he was making love to me.  Our fuck this time was not about frantically getting off.  It was a fuck about two men in love.  I had no trouble taking him in deep in my fuck chute, as I already had two loads for lube.  His cock was stroking deep, taking what he had before, but much better this time.  He really was getting into me deep, making me feel the deep strokes, the heavy strokes. 

As he really got into it, he was on top with my arms and legs around him, and he was really plunging into me, really giving me the hard fuck strokes.  I was moving up to meet his strokes. We were making love.  There’s no other way to say it.  When he was about to cum, he pulled off me and just looked down at me, and I looked up him and I didn’t have to say anything.  My eyes, my expression were telling him everything.  As He began to plow into me, the final hard strokes, my cock blew heavy ropes of cum between us, hitting us both in the chest. And I felt him explode in my chute.  He looked down at me as he came, and he bent down and kissed me.  It was the best fuck I had ever had; it was pure love.  I didn’t want it to end. 

He fell on me when we were finished, and we both lay there, exhausted. I think we both slept for a time.  When I woke he was still on me, still in me, but he soon came out of my ass.  I think that woke him and he got off me and we sat for a few minutes, not really saying anything.  I took his hand and kissed it, and looked at his face.  He looked back with a kind of lost expression.  I said we needed to go home.  I first went to my backpack and got a piece of paper and wrote down my name and address and email and phone number, and gave it to him.  I told him to give me a call or contact me again, and he said he probably would, but there was no promise.  I was a little hurt, but kissed him again, and he didn’t kiss me back.  I said we needed to shower, and we both got up and went to the showers.  But he didn’t hold my hand this time. 

When we finished showering he said thanks for a great time, and left to go to his locker.  I went back to my room and closed the door and laid down.  I lay there for a time and finally cried till I couldn’t any longer.  Then I got up and dried my eyes and dressed and went home. 

I was in a fog for a few days.  Then I felt better and things began to get back to normal.  Then one day I had a message on my phone.  It was from Stan.  He just said call me.  So I called him.  I was glad to talk with him again. I asked how things were going and he told me about how things were at school and asked about my work and I told him.  Then I asked if we could get together again. He took a little while to respond, but he said he thought that would be good.  I suggested he come to my place for lunch on Saturday.  He said that would be fine.

When he arrived on Saturday, I noticed he had a backpack with him.  He said he brought a clean set of clothes, with the hopes that he would be able to spend the night.  I smiled at him and kissed him and closed the door.  Our adventure was just beginning.

Jerry Prince

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