LUST
I stood behind Christopher and pulled his tight, blond figure against me. "Feel my dick?" I whispered in his ear, and I ground my pelvis into his and nibbled on his ear.
"Uh huh," he moaned as I squeezed his pecs in my hands. I moved them down to his waist and up underneath the white T-shirt he was wearing. His smooth, hairless chest felt fine beneath my warm hands, and as I tweaked his nipples he sucked in his breath. Looking over his shoulders, I could see the prominent bulge behind his nylon running shorts. I let one hand meander down his soft skin and slide behind the elastic of the shorts. He was wearing briefs, and I squeezed his young genitals straining to appear.
"Are you ready for your first time?" I whispered again. He said nothing but nodded, his blue eyes closed and his blond head tilted back onto my shoulder. I pulled up on his T-shirt and he raised his arms. As it slipped over his head, I could smell the moist, musky, odor of his pits.
Christopher had just returned from his daily run. I had been waiting for him in my living room, and when I heard the door open, I moved behind it and grabbed him from behind as he walked in. His shirt was drenched with sweat, and his blond hair was matted from the perspiration of his exertion. "What the...?" he muttered as I pulled him against me. "Surprise, you sexy thing," I cooed. As he recognized my voice he relaxed and leaned back against me. "Is it time?" he whispered. "Yeah," I replied as I squeezed his ample basket.
Now he was in my arms, shirtless. I rubbed my hands under his sweaty pits, then plunged them down beneath the two elastic bands of his shorts and his briefs, through his pubic bush, and between his legs, one on either side of his scrotum. He had large, soft balls and his crotch was moist with his young man sweat.
Christopher lowered his arms and pushed down on his last bit of clothing. My hands were locked around his young genitals, and I felt his shorts slip down his legs. Released from its cotton prison, his ample boner sprang upward. He grabbed it and began to stroke himself as I massaged his ball sac. I could feel his naked, tight ass pushing back against my crotch, and my own erection grew as it felt the pressure of his butt checks against it.
"God, you have a hot body, Christopher," I hissed before I plunged my tongue in his right ear. "You've never seen me naked, have you?" he whispered. "No...and I've waited a long time for this."
Christopher pulled away from me. He bent over to pull his shorts over his running shoes. As he did so, his cheeks parted and his gorgeous pink rosebud opened itself for me to admire. He untied his shoes and kicked them off, then turned to face me. There he stood, my soon-to-be lover, naked except for his white cotton socks. His boyish face was flushed from the exertion of his run, and small rivulets of sweat were still running down his hairless chest. He had short, blond hair which he moussed so it stood up, looking somewhat like an extended flat-top. His eyes were bright blue, and his face sported just a hint of stubble.
As my eyes wandered downward, they appreciated his hard, flat stomach--the great asset of a young adult. His bush was so light it was hardly apparent, and out of it jutting his hard, seven-inch cock, waving proudly, and pointing at me as if to invite me down. As I kneeled in front of him his two meaty balls hung low in their sac, providing a visual counterbalance to his penile excitement. His legs were long--runner's legs--and covered with the lightest coating of blond hair. His white socks drooped around his ankles as he stepped forward. I opened my mouth and felt him push his hot rod into it.
His dick was salty with the taste of his sweat, and I greedily began to suck it. It was intoxicating, and I felt almost giddy as I unbuckled my belt and fumbled with my zipper. When I finally freed my own throbbing cock, I began stroking myself with one hand while massaging Christopher's balls with my other, all the while licking, sucking, inhaling his hard meat.
Christopher put his hands in my own blond hair, rubbing my head and moaning as I gave him the best head I knew how. "God, Jonathan. That feels soooo good!" He threw his head back and I looked up at his torso, admiring his youthful vitality. I pulled away from him and his dick, dripping with my saliva, popped out of my ravenous mouth. "Let's go over to the couch," I sighed as I stood up, grabbing my open pants. Christopher loosened my tie and unbuttoned my dress shirt. I kicked off my penny loafers; let my dress slacks fall to the floor along with my silk boxers. As I stepped out of them, he removed my shirt. I paused briefly to pull off my black socks, then grabbed Christopher and pulled him toward me.
Belly-to-belly we swallowed each other's tongues. My hands were moving up and down his still-moist back, squeezing his cheeks and enjoying the softness of his skin. His hands pushed through the light covering of hair on my back, and I felt one of his hands push its way between my cheeks and feel for my fuck hole. "God, I'm so hot for you, Christopher," I sighed, pulling my mouth off his just enough to whisper my admission of lust. "You make me so fucking horny, Jonathan," he replied, then locked onto my mouth again.
Moaning, sucking, feeling, we stumbled to the couch and fell on it, Christopher under me. He lifted his legs and spread them; I settled down between them and felt him squeeze me around the waist as we continued to neck. Our cocks jousted and our hips gyrated as our flesh met.
Pulling away, I dropped to my knees on the floor and pulled his legs up over my shoulders. I buried my face in his crotch and again sucked him lustily. His pubic hair was soon matted with my spit and what remained of his sweat. His musk was tremendously enticing, and I flared my nostrils as I inhaled it.
"God, Jonathan," he cried. "You're going to make me cum!" I redoubled my efforts and felt his balls begin to pull into his crotch as his cock swelled even more. Within seconds he cried out and thrust his hips upward, his legs falling from my shoulders and spreading wide. I felt his jizz rush up the length of his pole and, as it began to flood out in great spurts, I pulled away so I could see him shoot his load. I squirted in violent waves against my nose and face, running down my cheeks. I stroked him as he twitched beneath me, his blue eyes tightly closed, his face contorted with pleasure. His entire body shook with the intensity of his orgasm, and it took several seconds for him to empty his balls and fall back onto the couch, completely spent.
I pushed up and shoved my face into his. Christopher's pale blond hair was matted with the sweat of his exertion, and he greedily began to lap his own love juice from my face. "How does it taste?" He made a face. "Salty!" he exclaimed. I laughed. "Nothing like a taste of your own sperm!"
I lifted his legs and jumped up on the couch between them, burying my face in his butt. My still-dripping tongue pushed its way into his virgin hole, pushing spit into it. For variety I licked the underside of his almost hairless balls, then plunged into him repeatedly. Licking my middle finger, I gently pushed it against him, and it slipped inside. Gyrating it around I felt him loosen, so I pushed a second finger in as well. Soon I had three fingers in his ass and Christopher was lying back, relaxed, and ready to get fucked.
I raised up on my knees and lifted his legs onto my shoulders. My penis was so hard it was almost purple, and I looked down at it while I let a river of saliva drop from my mouth. It splashed onto my dick, and I could swear I heard it sizzle as it washed over me. A quick swish with my hand and I was well lubed. I pushed the head of my rod against him, and his butt opened to me. As I slid in I felt him inhale. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "No. It sure as fuck feels GREAT!"
I began to gently fuck him, holding on to his legs. Christopher locked his hot blue eyes onto my face, and I began to lick his leg. I pulled his foot into my face; it was still covered by his white sock, and I inhaled the musty odor of his foot sweat and running shoe. Feeling myself building to orgasm, I plunged down on top of him, and we began to suck face while my ass lifted and plunged, pushing my eight-inch dick deep into his young gut.
Then I stopped and stood up quickly, my rod making a popping sound as it pulled out of his hot asshole. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up suddenly. "Nothing," I smiled. "I just want to cum in you while we're standing up." I grabbed his arm and swung him around. He backed into me and my dick slipped into its warm hole again. A few more thrusts and I pulled him tightly against me, shoving my hot rod as deeply into him as I could. Christopher was hard again (oh, to be young once more!) and began stroking himself as I shot my load into his gut. Wave after wave of hot cum rushed from my balls and down my long dick, splattering against his prostate. "Oh, oh, oooooh!" Christopher cried as he began to shoot another load. I watched his white flood spurt from the end of his young penis. His muscular contractions clamped down on my quivering tool, enhancing my own orgasm.
Several second later Christopher had milked the last few drops from his second orgasm, and my now-softening dick slipped out of him. I pushed it against his moist crack and whispered in his ear.
"Happy 18th birthday, little brother!"
