Educating Noah

I've always thought of myself as an ethical person. The kind who has certain standards in life and refuses to compromise those standards, regardless of the situation. Choices were simple. It was black or white. Right or wrong. Good or bad.

At least . . . I used to think of myself that way.

But as I've gotten older, I just don't really 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 twenty years ago.

And to this day, my life has never been the same.

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In 1992, I bought my first house. It was large and spacious and even though others in the neighborhood might be nicer, it was all mine and I was damn proud of it! It had a large back yard, with a pool, a deck with a hot tub, and even a little cabana, with a room for people to change their clothes.

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 50 people either splashing in the pool, relaxing in the hot tub, playing volleyball, or just kicking 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 on the far side of the back yard and I walked over to see if anyone was still playing. There was evidently a hot game in progress as several people were watching the teams and cheering. I stopped on the sideline to watch for a few minutes, trying to figure out who was on each team. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the players hit the ball.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back, with 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 with my eyes closed. Suddenly, 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. 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 hit it wrong. 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 slowly walk towards the house. My head was still buzzing some and I walked towards the portable bar to get a drink and 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?"

Startled, 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.” I gave a lopsided grin and said, “My head is still buzzing but I think this wine will clear that up. Thanks though.” I paused, looking him over carefully.

“You want a drink?"

He hesitated a moment, and then said, "Sure. A Bud Light, if you have one."

I opened the can of beer, gave it to him, and continued to hold out my hand.

"My name's Noah. Noah Hudson. What's yours?"

Smiling, he shook my hand and said, "Aw shit, man, I'm sorry! I'm Jesse. Jesse Saravillo. I came here with Ricky and Anna."

"Ohhh, okay. That makes sense. I didn't think I had met you before.” As he took a sip of his beer, I asked somewhat hesitantly, “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. Early to mid-twenties wouldn't be far off the mark.  "Ohhhhhhhh . . . 25?"

Jesse laughed. "Nah, man, I'm 18!”

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 "guero". Light skinned but with dark Latin features. It’s 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, Noah, I'm serious! Check out my driver’s 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.” He paused a moment. Then, with a mischievous grin, added, “And you don't have to get on your knees but I'm sure you’d like it if you did!"

Even as I laughed at him, I was sort of 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 it to come across 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 hell, standing by one of the best looking guys at the party, who was little more than a grown teenager. And getting turned on by him. I'd always had strong feelings about not messing around with teenagers, even if they were of legal age. Yet here I was, becoming attracted to one who looked and acted anything but a teenager. I kept sipping my wine and told myself it was normal to get excited about a hot, good looking young man.

But, deep in my heart, I knew that I was also feeling something about him that went beyond just the physical. True, he was a sexy fucker. But Jesse had an innate sweetness about him. An innocence that you rarely saw in people, much less in 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. You're sure you're okay?"

I smiled at him and said, "I'm fine, Jesse. You go have fun."

Jesse smiled and began walking towards the pool. "Later, Noah."

As he walked away, I couldn't help but stare. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and off-white cotton shorts. They were loose fitting but they still hugged and emphasized his body. His muscular ass filled out the back of his shorts and those beautiful cheeks moved sensuously as he walked. You could even see the outlines of the jockstrap 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.

Thirty 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 was talking to them. As I walked up, he turned, saw me, and smiled.

"Hey, Noah! What’s up?"

I nodded and smiled at him and he turned back to continue talking with the girls.

I stood mesmerized by the sight before me. 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 out so far, you just wanted to suck them off his body. His ab muscles were also taut and you could see just a slight trail of dark hair start at his navel and run downwards.

I was surprised to see that Jesse had worn his shorts in the pool. 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 out his body. While Jesse talked to one girl, the other one was looking at his crotch. When he turned to talk to her, she jerked her head back towards his face 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 in that series of plays, I would have 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. She was the ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine and so wrapped up in herself, she probably didn't even know how to spell football. Plus, she was 27 and I figured she ought to not be messing with a kid his age, even though he probably would have loved to fuck around with her. I decided to put a stop to her antics and called out to him.

"Jesse, would you do me a favor?  I need some help restocking the beer."

Jesse looked at me, grinned, and said, "Sure, Noah. Right now?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind breaking away a few minutes.”

Jesse looked back at the girls and said, "I'll be back in a little bit.  Will you 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 packed so clearly in his shorts.

Jesse caught up with me and asked, "You feeling better now, Noah?"

"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 sexy young 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 slightly 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 noticed that as Jesse passed by others, they turned their heads to watch him. And the tight, hot ass that those wet shorts so clearly displayed.

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.” I gave him a mischievous grin and said, “But be careful, because those babes are ready to tear you up!" I started laughing, looked over at Jesse, and was surprised to see the serious look on his face.

"Tear me up?"

"Yeah,” I said still laughing. “Man, they were practically salivating over you out there!"

"You mean . . . you think they're interested in me?"

I laughed at Jesse's innocence. "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."

Given how nice his muscled physique was, I was surprised at his humility. I didn’t reply and we walked silently towards the pool.

"Noah . . ."

"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!"

Jesse stopped. "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'd just like to talk to you for a minute."

Little caution bells began to go off in my head. But I ignored them and said, "Sure. Come on." We turned around and headed towards the house.

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As we walked inside, I ushered Jesse 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 forward in the recliner next to it.

"Okay. What’s up?"

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 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.”

He hesitated a moment and said, “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 Ricky told me that 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 . . . 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.

"Umm . . . well . . . Jesse, that's not an easy question to answer," I said hesitantly. "There's lots of feelings and emotions you have to sort through and one's sexuality isn't an open and shut case.” I paused a moment, then said, “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, Noah. I'm so confused. I like girls. But . . . I have these . . . these . . . feelings sometimes.” Jesse stopped. I waited.

“I mean . . . sometimes I'll meet a guy and I'll start feeling . . . funny. You know? I mean, 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. "You 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 even remember some of my friends that I was attracted to." I smiled at him. "It's especially 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." He was staring at me with a strange, intent look on his face. "You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, Jesse. I'm sure you meet lots of teenage guys at the mall and all the places you and your friends run around. It’s only natural you’d want to do something with them."

Jesse quickly sat back and slapped the couch with his hand. "NO! I'm not talking about my friends . . . or anyone else my age.” He paused again. Then, staring me directly in the eyes said, “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. After an uncomfortable silence, he looked away, shaking his head slowly.

"You just don't get it, Noah . . ."

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. I heard Jesse take a deep breath, exhale loudly, 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'm not pissed. I mean I'm . . . flattered." I looked back at him, hesitated, and then said, "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, Noah, 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. And when I’m around you."

I shook my head and stood up.

"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 smiled and said, “I am flattered. I mean truly flattered that you think that about me. My god, you're the best looking guy at this party and many people here would eat you up in a heartbeat!"

Jesse looked at me silently and I walked across the room. As I reached the other side, I turned and faced him.

"But . . . I'm much older than you and you don't need to get involved with me. All of this is too new to you and you don't need to get involved with someone just because you think you like them.” I paused.

“And . . ."  I hesitated.

Jesse noticed my hesitation. "And?"

I continued to pause and then said, "I'd feel guilty. 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 it is right.  You need a friend right now who can help you, Jesse.” I paused again. “Not a boyfriend."

Jesse continued to look at me quietly and seemed to be thinking over what I said. Suddenly, he stood up.

"Okay, Noah, I understand. I won't bother you anymore." He turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

As Jesse started leaving, I said, "Wait, Jesse! 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, hot, sexy, muscle 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 actually could love and give it in return.

The question though was whether Jesse was that person.

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 engulfed 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 move 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, Noah.” He paused.

“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.” He hesitated a moment, then said, “If nothing more, we can at least be friends.”

“Can’t we?"

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.

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. Motioning him to stand still, I reached for my cell and called my friend, Ricky.

“Ricky . . . hey dude, I’m going to the store to pick up some more stuff. Jesse's going with me. Can you handle my host duties while I’m gone?” I grinned at Jesse as Ricky replied.

“Yeah, I need to restock the booze and food. Oh, and let the folks know I’ll be back in a while and for everyone to keep having fun. Okay?”

Jesse started grinning as well as the conversation ended.

“Thanks, man. I'll be back soon.”

I ended the call, laid my phone on the bedroom table, and grinning mischievously said, "I think that'll keep anyone from looking for us for a bit. I mean, after all . . . it is MY party!"

As I looked at the beautiful, sexy Latino in front of me, the old feelings of guilt began to come to me again, and Jesse must have noticed the change on my face.

"What's the matter?"

I didn't answer and looked down at the floor.

"Noah . . . what's the matter?"

"Nothing.  Just . . . give me 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. I 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 guy?

"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 guys who were always trying to get in my pants. But you . . . you're . . . different. I mean, here I am practically throwing myself at you and instead of trying to mess with me, you feel guilty.” He paused.

“I want to be with you, Noah. For you to be . . . special." He rolled his eyes as if that admission was embarrassing.

"I know this may sound funny to you but . . . I feel . . . good with you. So, you shouldn’t feel guilty or ashamed. If being with me causes you to feel that, then we don't need to do this. Like I said . . . we can 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. I began to feel the love and desire for him that I had felt earlier. Any doubts I may have had were gone.

I decided that if this was wrong, I'd willingly answer for it.

But, I knew that if I didn't grab him now . . . with all the good and the bad that entailed . . . I might never again find a man so sexy, so sweet, and so loving, who would so willingly give of himself.

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. I knew that this time that it wouldn't stop.

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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 even faster.

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 the deep opening of his navel. Jesse moaned. As I looked up at him, he closed his eyes. His hands were behind my head, pressing 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 body, the desire to take him became almost unbearable. I began to lick all over his sides and up the smooth, hairless valley between his thick muscular pecs. I could taste the chlorine from the water on his skin and it became an aphrodisiac to me.

Jesse continued to moan 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 me more of his huge, muscular 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 moan 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.

“Lay back, Jesse. Close your eyes.”

I didn't want him to know what I was going to do next.

He smiled, closed his eyes, and laid back. I stood up and looked at Jesse with a heavy lust.

His legs were inviting. Smooth, muscular, 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 cotton 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.

"Fuck, man.  Don't stop."

I smiled quietly to myself as I had no intention of stopping until I had tasted every inch of his gorgeous, sexy body.

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 cotton 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 body was exquisite, and I could see why his jock was so packed. His cock was probably 6 inches, very thick and, to my surprise, 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 pubes 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. 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 began to lick up the sides of his cock.

The feeling was driving Jesse wild and his body started bucking hard. I had to hold on to his legs to keep his crotch in front of me. I moved to the tip of his cock, which was wet with his seeping juice. I began tonguing and licking the head, sucking up his nectar, which sent greater spasms through him. After licking his cockhead clean of his sweet juice, I opened up and took his cock completely in my mouth.

Jesse moaned loudly, as he felt his thick cock glide into my wet mouth, my lips fastened tightly around it, as I started sucking.

"Oh GOD . . . oh FUCK . . . FUCK!"

Jesse was slapping the bed with his arms and trying to thrust his cock farther in my mouth and down into my throat.

I pulled up on his shaft, tightening my lips more on the sensitive cock, and then sucked it back in as I went down on him.

Over and over I sucked his cock in and ran my tongue on the head 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.

As I continued sucking Jesse's cock, I touched his asshole with my fingertip. His crack was like most of his body. Hairless and smooth. And it was now slick with sweat. His tight little hole was so hot, with only a few wisps of hair surrounding it.

I continued to rub my fingertip over the sweaty opening, pushing a little at a time. As I felt it loosen up, I began to push my middle finger against it. My finger was so wet with his sweat, that it went in with little resistance and I began to gently finger his ass. I could feel the inner muscle of his ass squeeze tight on my finger, telling me that Jesse had probably never had anything inside it before. The thought of fucking his tight, muscular virgin ass made me even hornier than before.

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! . . . oh SHIT! . . . GOD!”

I felt Jesse's cock begin to harden in my mouth and knew he was only seconds away from dropping a load in my mouth. I sucked harder and tried to thrust my finger in farther, to push him over the edge, and capture that creamy juice that I knew was working its way up his swollen meat.

Suddenly, Jesse screamed 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 hot 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 drenched 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 . . . Noah . . ."

I sat there and smiled at him. "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 moments, he opened his eyes again and looked at me.

"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 hell!"

"What?" I asked, puzzled as to what was wrong.

"What about you, Noah? I mean . . . I want to do you too."

"DO me?" I laughed. "That sounds like you want to kill me!"

An embarrassed look came across Jesse's face and he said, "No, Noah! I meant . . . that I wanted to . . . you know . . ." Uncomfortable, he looked down.

"Yeah . . . DO me!” I said as I laughed again. Jesse still looked embarrassed and I reached out and lifted his face up.

"You really want to make me feel good, Jesse?"

"Yeah. You know I do."

"Okay. Then fuck me. That will make me feel good."

A skeptical look crossed Jesse’s face.

Confused, I asked, "You don't want to?"

"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, "Okay. Have you ever BEEN fucked by a guy before?”

Jesse’s face reddened slightly. “No.”

I laughed. “Well okay. Have you ever fucked a girl before?"

"Well, sure."

"Well, it's just like fucking a girl. But, a lot more fun! Just make sure you use lots of lube because my ass doesn’t get as slick as a pussy does. And then it’s not much fun for me!" I pointed over to the bathroom.

"The lube and condoms are in the bathroom, in the chest, on the bottom shelf."

As Jesse went to get them, I took off my clothes and lay back on the bed. At 38, 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, FUCK!"

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 knelt 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 rolled the condom on and then ran some lube over it. As he looked at me, I pulled my legs up and towards my chest, giving him his first look at my ass.

He poured the lube in my crack, rubbed it all over, and even stuck a finger in my ass and lubed it up as well. After a few moments of oiling me up, he set the bottle down, started stroking his dick again, and looked at me with a smile.

The site of this sexy, masculine Latino kneeling over me with his beautiful face, muscular chest, and big cock was more than I could take.

"C'mon, man. I'm ready. Fuck me!"

Jesse leaned 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.

Even though I liked to fuck, I also enjoyed being fucked. However, it had been some time since I’d had a cock in my ass. Surprisingly, Jesse's cock penetrated me quickly and was all the way in before he knew it. I gasped slightly, and I could feel his pubes rubbing against my ass.

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 hot, muscular stud with a huge cock inside me heightened my pleasure, and I moaned as he fucked me.

Jesse waited a moment when he first entered me. But, sensing no resistance on my part, he slowly pulled back out. He slid back in but was careful not to totally pull himself out of my ass. As his fucking began, I put my hands back on his ass and guided him. As he pulled back, I guided his hips to make his cock come as far out as it could. As he pushed back in, I squeezed and pulled 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 banged my prostate as he fucked me harder and deeper.

I closed my eyes and moaned as I thought about the virile young man who was fucking 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 my ass 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 full 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 giving me his load. I opened myself totally and thrust my ass on his cock even harder.

Pulled him to me even closer.

Kissed his lips more passionately.

I was groaning loudly and knew from the tremor in my balls that I was about to shoot 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 deep 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 as he shot, 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 us. 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 lay on top of me and I ran my hands up and down his broad back. Slowly, he rolled off and lay 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 sexy, loving, giving man.

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That was 26 years ago and, Jesse and I have been together now for the last 24 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.

During the early years, I'm sure there were some who suspected a more intimate relationship between us at the time. We constantly walked that tightrope in public between being friends and being "more" than friends. I didn’t like it but recognized the necessity of having to do it then.

Today though is a different story.

As I said at the beginning, my life has never been the same since Jesse came into it. I do wonder from time to time where I would be today if I had not taken the chance with him. After all, the odds were against us.

Our ages. Financial pressures. Finding time to be together. Being in the closet with some and out of the closet with others.

But then I close my eyes and remember.

Remember the caring. The giving. And the passion that we’ve shared all these years.

And when I remember all those things, I realize that knowing where I would have been without Jesse was not important.

It’s living my life with him every day that is.

But it's ironic though, that everyone seems to have to learn that simple lesson over and over again.

I'm just thankful that I have Jesse in my life to teach it to me.