Martin

Guilt. It’s a powerful thing. When it’s magnified by the church, it seems even worse. But Martin – he alleviated this guilt. How? Growing up in church, I learned a few things. Among them are 1) being gay is a sin 2) sex before marriage is a sin 3) masturbation is a sin. So, at this point, I was batting 1,000. But I had one more sin to add: lusting after a future ‘man-of-God’.

I met Martin the summer between high school graduation and college. His church, from a small town (smaller than mine if you can believe it) traveled to churches around the area with a choir. He was in said choir. I don’t remember his voice. But I do remember his body. He was a shortie at around five foot four, but built like a son of a bitch: big arms, shoulders and abs. His tanned skin stood out against his blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples.

To make a long story short, we met, became good friends, and hung out all summer. We went to fairs, amusement parks, restaurants, mini-golf… all the normal things young guys do. I wondered about him not having a girlfriend but, as he was off to leave to seminary this coming fall, I figured it was some ‘calling’ or other church bullshit.

As the summer wore on, my lust for him change (though never fully left me) to ‘feelings’. As a closeted virgin in a small, mid-western, conservative town, I had to watch my Ps and Qs. But, if there was anyone I could come out to and profess my feelings, it would be Martin – a future man of God.

An early day in the month of August, I left in the late afternoon and drove to his house, unannounced. Pulling into the driveway, I say Martin mowing his folks’ yard. He was dressed in the normal ‘Martin attire’: cut off sweats made into shorts and a tank top. The only difference was they were soaked in sweat. He waved when he noticed me, his wet pit hair plastered to his underarm. Even though we’ve spent all summer together, I’ve never seen him without a shirt, unless it was in my dreams, literally. So this glimpse of ‘skin’ was more than I’ve ever received prior. Much to my dick’s liking. I stuffed my hardening dick down in my shorts before I stepped out of the car.

“What’s up?” he asked after he pushed the mower to my side, turning it off.

“Sorry. I didn’t know you were busy” I said, nervously.

“No big deal. I just promised my parents I’d get the yard down before they got home tomorrow.”

“Well, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something” I asked.

“Sure. Let me finish this and take a shower. You can go up to my room and play a game while I finish” he offered.

I plopped on his bed and turned on his console as the mower started back up. My heart raced and I felt hot. I was glad I showered and cleaned up before I came. If I was gonna’ bare my soul I didn’t want to smell!

The game binged and bonged like games of the 1990’s did. I heard the mower stop and the door open and close, followed by sunning steps coming up the stairs. I swallowed hard, trying to remain calm. What would he say? Would we remain friends?

“I’ll be back in a sec” he said. I heard the shower start across the hall and tried to slow my breathing. In no time, the shower was off and the door opened. I heard bare feet walking across the hardwoods and felt his energy behind me. He sat down behind me, the bed bending to his weight. He grabbed my shoulders and rubbed them.

“So, Mikey, what’s going on?” he asked, squeezing my shoulders hard. I moaned softly. I dropped the controller.

“Martin. I like you” I started.

“I like you, too” he replied.

“No. I mean I really, really like you. And I’m sad that we’re going to be in opposite sides of the country in a couple months.”

“I really, really like you, too. And we’ll still see each other in the summer when we’re home, right?”

“Yeah. I just mean… I have feelings for you…Martin, and…” he leaned in and kissed me, interrupting not only my sentence, but my whole world at that moment. He leaned back.

“You mean, like me like that?” he asked, smiling seductively, showing his right dimple. I didn’t know what to say so I sat there like a stunned moron. “I know you’ve liked me like that for a while. I see how you look at me. So what do you want to do about it?” he asked.

“I…I don’t know. I mean I…I…I…”, I stuttered.

“Listen: we have this whole house to ourselves until tomorrow afternoon. Just you and me” he said, poking me in the chest. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you a lot – in ‘that’ way.”

“You mean…sexually?”

“With a smile like that. Your eyes…your butt…you’re funny and kind hearted…what’s not to like?” he asked.

Every fantasy I’ve hard to that point vanished, crushed in the wake of Martin’s revelation of his feelings towards me.

“So I was thinking we could… have sex?” he asked.

“Martin. I’ve never done anything before” I stammered. Back in 1992, if you wanted to see porn you had to rent a VHS tape or buy a magazine. Living at home, neither of those actions were prudent for me at that time. The only other dicks I’ve seen other than my own was a few guys in the locker rooms.

“It’s OK. I’ll take care of everything” he said, bounding off the bed and down the hallway. Minutes later, he returned with lube and two condoms. Dropping them on the bed next to me, he pulled off his shirt. His body was better than even I imagined. His tanned pecs were muscular and covered in a light dusting of blonde hair around each erect nipple, pooling into a small ball of hair in the middle of his chest. A faint trail of hair grew south, disappearing before seeming to reappear around his belly button in a cyclone like swirl.

“Your turn” he said. “Take off your shirt.” I matured earlier than the other guys in my class. By eight grade I was shaving and by the time I was driving, I sported a full chest of hair that was merging with my belly hair. Back in the 90’s, hair on a man was frowned upon. Women, and men, wanted hairless guys and guys shaved everything they could to assimilate. So I was self-conscious about being shirtless. But in the heat of the moment, I forgot my preclusions and tore off my shirt, tossing it aside. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, turning into a sadistic smile.

“That’s hot!” he exclaimed. “I love a hairy guy!”

I wasn’t sure at first, he was serious, until I saw a tent in his sweatpants/shorts. He reached out and ran his hand through my chest hair. Every, single, hair responded to his touch, firing off sensations to my nervous system. Being a virgin, my body has never been touched like that. And it felt amazing. I closed my eyes to relish in it when his lips met mine, pushing me down on the mattress. His shirtless, mostly smooth chest met my hairy chest as his weight pressed down on me. I was bigger than him, but he had the leverage, and I was in no shape to resist. Nor did I want to resist.

Raising off of me, on his knees, he stood up off the side of the bad. He hooked his hands in his shorts and, in what seemed like slow motion, pulled them down. As the front migrated south, more and more blonde hair became visible as his blonde bush sprung out from behind the loose material. Down further they went, exposing more hair. Then more hair. Then more hair. Then, a flash of skin as the base of his dick became visible. Teasingly, he stopped and worked the back of his shorts down until the popped under his ass. Running his hand back around front, he pulled them down totally. His dick, which was neither long nor thick, sprung up and slapped his flat stomach, its arch severe. His balls, which seemed more hairless than you’d expect from such a bush, were pulled tightly up under his carriage. He stood there, smoother above the waist, hairy below the waist, smiling.

“Your turn” he demanded. I did as I was told. Even though he was only a couple months older than me, he seemed to have the experience, so I let him be in control. I pulled my shorts down, exposing my blue boxers. He grabbed and flung them to the floor.

“And those” he strongly suggested. I complied.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed. “I never thought you’d be that big! You’re enormous!” I had nothing in which to compare it, but, later on in life, I’d be know as ‘porn dick’ in some circle. While I don’t have the biggest dick on the planet, it’s well, well above average in length and width. The big, cut, mushroom head seemed to help in that regard, as well.

Martin grabbed my legs and, without saying anything, pushed my knees back on my chest. His head disappeared. A second later, I felt a sensation I would never forget, and often crave later in life. Martin – future ‘man-of-God’ – was eating out my hole. I gasped as his wet tongue circled my hole. He licked it. He tickled it. He flicked it. And then, he penetrated it! I made noises I’ve never made before. I looked down to my throbbing and leaking dick, which seemed to swell with every passing lick of his tongue on my virgin hole. He stopped and his head popped up between my legs.

“Did Mike like that?” he asked in a voice I’ve never heard come from him before.

“Wow” is all I could muster. He stood up, my ankles on his muscular shoulders.

“Oh you just wait. If you liked that you’ll love this” he said, holding up a wrapped rubber.

“Martin. I’m not sure. I’ve never….”

“If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine. Just tell me now!”

I looked deep into those blue eyes, never wanted anything so bad before.

“Do it” I demanded, which caused the biggest smile I’ve ever seen come across his face. I dropped my head back on the mattress, trying to calm my racing heart. I heard the rip of the condom wrapper, then a liquid squirt sound. Seconds later, I felt a cool sensation on my hole – the same hole that Martin had spent the last ten minutes or so working up.

“Ready?” he asked. I looked up to see his cute head between my shins. I shook my head ‘yes’. Without taking his eyes off of me, I felt pressure on my hole. I watched his body move left then right, then my hole felt ripped apart and on fire at the same time. I yelped like a scalded dog as he pushed his arched dick into my hole, de-virgining it in the process.

“Aahh…..” I screamed, which was a plead for more and stop at the same time. Fortunately, Martin didn’t listen. He just smiled and evil smile and pressed harder. My legs started shaking as inch my inch he worked that curved masterpiece into me. Thank God he wasn’t as thick as me, I though.

His smile turned to an ‘Oh’ face as his dick settled into me.

“Wow. You’re tight, man! I never been in such a tight hole before!” he said, making me wonder how many times he’s done this before. I felt his body come to rest on my fuzzy ass as the last bit of air I kept in my lungs was pushed out. He leaned down and kissed me, which caused his dick to pull out slightly. He sucked on my tongue as he pulled himself out of my ass further. The suction seemed to be pulling my organs out along with it. As his head stretched my hole, he stopped and inhaled, literally sucking the breath I had left in me, out. I felt as if I was going to pass out! Thankfully, he pushed back into me, shoving my guts back in place. He released my mouth and I gasped for air.

“You OK, Mikey?”

“Oh God yes” I growled.

“Good!” he replied. He then picked up the pace, fucking me faster and harder. The noise of skin on skin slapping, along with the ‘bing bong’ noises from the game I hadn’t shut off yet and our heavy breathing filled the room, which was soon followed by a squeaking box springs. He pushed up by pushing my legs up against my chest, giving him more leverage. But this this, the burning and ripping sensation my hole was reported had been replaced with pleasure upon pleasure. Any guilt I’ve had before this moment, Martin was literally fucking out of me. His arched dick, hitting just the right spot!

But I was so turned on I knew I wouldn’t last long. And I didn’t.

“I’m gonna…” I yelled. I looked down at my one eyes monster, which seemed to be smiling at me as it blasted thick, long ropes of semen. The first two blast were so intense, they actually made noise. The first volley shot over my head, the second on my face. By this time my ass had Martin’s dick in a vice and, as I continued to spill my seed over my hairy chest, I looked at Martin. His head as tiled back, his thick neck now red and veiny. I knew he was about to blow. And he did.

He looked down at me, his face red and his mouth open as he watched my dick continue to dump precious, white, life seed. “Oh my Goooodddd!” he screamed. Martin was shooting as well, filling that condom. I could feel his dick swell with each shot. And I could tell when he shot as he pounded hard and deep into me. Each shot he slammed into me while growling like an animal. The last shot, he thrust into me and held himself deep inside me. He fell onto me, chest to chest, smearing my baby juice between us. And I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular shoulders and felt them rise and fall, slowing, with each breath. After a couple minutes, he pulled off of my, my chest hair sticking to his pecs thanks to my own cum. I could feel the cool air fill the gap that was between us as it met my cooling jizz.

I watched stings of my sticky ball juice stretch between us as he rose up between my legs. He smiled, pleased with himself, it seemed. I felt him pull his dick out of me – the void it created was bothersome. I felt the head pull out of me, my hole snapping shut behind it. But something was off. He looked down and laughed, stepping back. I head the rubber snap and felt it shoot out of my ass. I was still so tight, I pinched the reservoir in my hole.

“Wow. I knew you were tight but…damn….” he said, causing us both to laugh. He stepped back off the bed and walked to my side. I saw him in profile, his dick, not soft, hanging out of his wet bush that was plastered with lube up against him. The rubber hung off his cock, the tip filled with his own cum. I wished he’d dumped that load into me, so I could have his babies. He reached down and rubber my still hard dick.

“Looks like someone’s still in need of attention.” He looked it around, scrutinizing it. “I wonder if I could get this inside me sometime.”

“No time like the present” I suggested.

“You serious?”

“As a heart attack” I replied.

“Well, We do have the place to ourselves. Let me clean up a bit” he said. Looking at me he said “Looks like you may need a towel, too!”

I watched his firm, fuzzy blonde ass walked into the bathroom. I laid there, dick still hard, thinking about how tight Martin’s ass was. How he’d ‘ask for forgiveness’ for this and not caring on iota.