I watched Forrest from my bedroom window. I watched him lifting a barbell loaded with weight on his weight bench. I watched the arms flex, and the torso sweat until glistening in the light of the room.
When Forrest stands, I know he is aroused from his workout. I can see the flimsy running shorts bulging obscenely.
I watched Forrest touch himself. A grope of his cock, then the hand working it until the head is above the waistband. I licked my lips.
I’m in my bedroom, lights off sitting in the dark back away from the window, I watched Forrest. I watched him push the shorts down until they fall from view freeing the hard cock. I watched him take that cock in hand and stroke it.
There is less than fifteen feet between our homes, his window directly opposite mine. Our homes are mirror images of each other, and it gives me a perfect view into his bedroom. I raised my ass and slipped my boxers down letting them drop around my ankles as I watched Forrest jacking his cock.
“Yeah, stroke it, stroke it for me,” I uttered in a low voice as if Forrest can hear.
I giggled with joy when Forrest poised in front of the mirror on his closet door, flexing biceps, flexing cock, then taking the cock in hand again and slowly stroking it.
Fuck, stroke it,” I uttered as I leaned back and spread my legs, stroking my own cock.
Despite being neighbors, I don’t really know Forrest. We went to different schools, me the public school in Dilworth and he went to one of the private schools, so we ran in different circles. I do know Forrest is six foot two, weighs one ninety, for I looked online at his stats for being on the baseball team. He keeps his dirty blonde hair cut short and wears glasses to read, otherwise the blue eyes are clearly visible. Then there is the aspect of Forrest few know. Only those he has had sex with (and I assumed the hot fuck has had sex) and I know he has a good nine inches of thick, ramrod straight cock. And his nuts hang long, impossibly long, making me imagine what they would feel like slapping my ass if he would ever fuck me.
My cock drooled as I squeezed it while I watched Forrest.
Forrest moved back to the weight bench and laid back on it. My view is perfect, straight up between the legs and over the stomach and chest. He held his head up as he began to stroke his cock again. I watched the nuts jiggle around then slowly drew up tight. I watched Forret rub his stomach and chest, pinched a nipple, then he reached down and took his nuts with thumb and index finger, tugging them down tight in their sac. He shuddered and his cock glistened with its slick. I leaned up and spit on mine and resumed stroking it, keeping pace with him.
I watched him stroke that cock wishing it were me. Either his hand on my cock or my hand on his cock, or better yet, the two of us stroking the other. I watched that hand move up and down, fast, then slow, then fast again. Nasty fuck, make it last. Make me want to see you cum. I stroked my cock the same as Forrest. Stroke for fucking stroke.
“Come on, Forrest, cum for me,” I uttered as if Forrest is masturbating for my pleasure.
I see the change. They way Forrest stroked that cock roughly, hand slamming down to the base of it. The way the hips begun to pump upward. Then the head laid back and I knew Forrest was close. I stood up wanting to see his expression and that cock erupt. I staggered a step closer to the window. One step, then two more, hobbled by my shorts and boxers, but I can’t be bothered to take the time to get my feet free of them. I kept stroking my cock as I watched Forrest.
Cum erupted from Forrest’s cock, a nice thick wad that hit him in the neck. “Fuck,” I uttered as that cock spurt wad after wad, covering the chest and stomach. I imagined I’m there to see it up close. Close enough to smell it. Close enough I could lean over and lick it up, just drag my tongue over the chest and stomach through every puddle of cum. I saw Forrest lean up and look down his body as he smeared that shit over his skin. He held up his hand, cum dripping from the fingers. “Eat it; come on, eat it,” I uttered as my own cock erupted, spraying the floor with cum. I shuddered and jerked, shoving my cock through my fist as the last of my load beaded up then dripped off.
I stood there, shorts and boxers around my ankles, cock going flaccid, dripping cum, and looked across at Forrest, standing up, body looking flush and hot. He looked my way, and just for a moment I think he can see me, then he turned and went to his bathroom closing the door behind him.
I got my feet free and use my boxers to wipe the floor, then go to my bathroom to clean up too.
Two days later, I slipped on gym shorts and a tank top, because I want to go for a bike ride. Nothing extreme, just a ten or so mile loop around the neighborhoods. Everything fits loose, making me feel horny. It has been two whole days since I jerked off, and the memory of watching Forrest makes me consider forgoing the bike ride and just run back to my room and jack off. But I know after the ride, sweating and muscles fatigued, to jack off then will be marvelous.
In the garage I took my bike down from the wall hooks, felt the tires to make sure they are still pumped up, and walked the bike out to the concrete apron. I climbed over it and started to kick off when Forrest appeared in their drive.
“Hey Bobby, got a sec?” said Forrest.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I replied.
“I just want to ask you something.” Forrest tone was light, pleasant, that of someone without a care in the world. I pushed my bike into the garage and leaned it against the wall, then strolled over to the Chambers, stepping across the narrow grass strip between the drives and up to the open garage. His parents’ SUV and car are gone and in the middle of the garage is Forrest’s motorcycle, cardboard underneath it and a pan and a box with oil and filter sitting nearby.
“Servicing your bike,” I stated as I reached up and held the edge of the raised garage door. I wondered if he’ll look at me the way I do him, but he glanced up, then back to the helmet he is holding, flipping the visor up and down.
“Yep,” he uttered moving around the bike, then over to the door that leads inside, where he laid the helmet on a small table.
I moved closer to the bike, because I’ve always wanted him to take me for a ride, but of course, he never did. I looked at the black seat with the gray and red stripes across the rear of it. The black gas tank mirrored the seat, with gray and red stripes across the front of it. It looked retro, nothing like most of the motorcycles I see on the road. Up close I saw the Triumph name on it, and the series, Thruxton RS. An odd name and I wondered who came up with it.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked as I ran my hand across the seat.
The garage door suddenly started down, and I jumped and looked up then out. I hesitated too long, knowing I should have run out as soon as I heard the garage door start down, but I just stood there like a dumbass watching it go down. A light came on illuminating the garage as the sunlight is blocked.
“What are you doing?” I uttered, almost afraid to raise my voice.
“How long have you been watching me?”
“What?” I replied, looking over at him still at the door, realizing the garage switch is on the wall by the door.
“You heard me. You watch me.”
“NO, no, really I don’t…maybe when I first come into my room I see you across the way, but I’m not—”
“Bobby, you lying mother fucker. You were jacking off while watching me just two nights ago.”
“I…”
“You got off on watching me.”
“No,” I whispered, knowing I was busted and I watched him come toward me. “I’m sorry; I want do it again. I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just saw you and…and…”
“You liked watching me; you got off on it.”
“No…I…”
Forrest came close, towering over me by six inches, and I knew he had twenty pounds on me. He reached out and cupped the back of my neck, pulling me toward him.
“You like to watch guys? You like to look at dick? Do you think about letting guys do things to you?”
I looked at him, knowing I had to say ‘no’. I had to deny it, or he might just beat the shit out of me. I tried to step back but he held me firmly in place. I looked into his blue eyes, knowing I had to say ‘no’.
“Yes.”
Forrest pulled me close, real close to the point our noses almost touched. I stared into his eyes as they stared back. Then I felt his other hand tugging on my shorts and boxer briefs, working them down. I wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but I stared into his eyes as I felt them fall around my ankles and my lower body becomes completely exposed. I felt him roughly take my cock, tugging on it making me get hard, so quick it is embarrassing.
“I knew you’d want it,” Forrest uttered.
He spun me around and I found myself draped over that motorcycle seat, chest down and feet kicked apart. I knew what he intended, and I knew I should be saying no, you can’t do this, but I braced myself with my hands, one on the back of the seat and the other on the gas tank, then tilted my head down waiting.
He rubbed by ass, one cheek then the other. He smacked the right one and the burning sting of it made me jerk upward. He slipped his fingers down between them until touching me, rubbing over my hole. I shivered, then shuddered when a finger penetrated me.
“Jesus, you’re tight as fuck,” Forrest uttered as he pumped that finger into me.
Then he penetrated me with two fingers, and I can’t help but moan, eliciting a chuckle from the bastard. He twisted and turned those fingers until I loosened to his manipulation. Then the fingers pulled out and I almost say no. But he kicked my legs further apart unbalancing me and put his cock to my loosened hole. I pictured it, about nine inches of ramrod straight ass fucking cock, and I closed my eyes waiting on its penetration.
“Shit,” I exclaimed as he stretched me open and sunk what feels like a cock twice as big into my ass. I shivered with the penetration and struggled to get my breathing back to normal. Then he pushed deeper, impossibly deeper until I felt him press against my ass.
“Goddamn, you took all of it,” said Forrest.
Forrest begun to fuck, to tug outward just a little, then pushed back in, over and over until in a steady rhythm. He pulled out further, enabling him to shove nearly every inch back into my ass. His pace continued to increase until he is smacking against my ass. My cock is hard and bent down the side of the seat, and every push inward pressed it tight against the seat.
I moaned, then say it, say the thing just moments before I didn’t dare. “Fuck me; fuck me harder.”
“Fuck yeah,” Forrest uttered as his grip tightened on my waist, and he fucked so hard he banged against my ass. Could the neighbors heard us? But then a hand slid up my back, pushing my tank top upward. It took the shirt and used it like a rein. He tugged me up off the seat but not high enough for me to get on my feet. I’m unbalanced, legs out, held angled forward, cock flopping between my thighs as Forrest hammered my ass. He held me like this, fucking faster and faster until I wondered how he could keep going.
“Fuck, take me…take me,” exclaimed Forrest.
He shoveed into my ass and ground his hips against me. He jerked and shuddered while continuing to push against my ass trying to get just a bit deeper. I knew he was coming inside me.
Forrest pulled out of my ass, brought me to my feet and spun me around. I’m suddenly on my back across that motorcycle seat. Just that narrow seat at my lower back and I held him by the arms for balance, and I see it, this wicked smile.
“Yeah Bobby, hold on,” said Forrest and he moved to me, cock still rock hard, glistening with his previous load, and he shoved it into my ass and started to fuck again. I cling to him, desperate not to be pitched over the seat while he hammered my ass. I felt the fullness of his penetration and the slap of nuts against my ass.
“You like it,” Forrest uttered, and it’s so obvious there is nothing to say. My cock laid over my abdomen rock hard and drooled on it. He took it in hand, smeared the slick over the head and stroked it as he kept fucking. Jesus, he is a fuck machine, just fucking and fucking until his skin glistened wetly from sweat and his face looked flush. And I took it, every goddamn thrust into my depths.
He pulled out and spun me around until my shoulders are resting on the handlebars, and he straddled the seat, shoved his cock back into me, and used my legs to push and pull my body on his cock. He leaned back, hands braced behind him and begun to fuck me with a brutal pace.
“Jack off for me. Come on, Bobby, take that cock and do it,” uttered Forrest.
I do as he asked, for I’m so aroused I want to do it. I want him to watch me jack my cock, for I’m so goddamn aroused by his fucking my ass I want to cum. I jacked my cock as I watched him pump his cock inside me. He thrust into my ass so hard it rocked us on the bike.
“Fuck me,” I uttered, struggling to keep my voice down, not sure I want Forrest to hear me. I saw him smile and shove that cock into my ass all the way with a slow push, so slow I felt every fucking inch slide into my ass. I watched as he pushed against my ass, then looked up to see him staring at my hand which is still moving, up and down on my cock. I can’t stop. I’m so aroused, I need to keep stroking it for that desperate release.
“Fuck me; fuck me harder,” I cried out, unable to hold back, and Forrest does it, fucked me so hard the bike rocked as he slammed up against my ass over and over. I kept stroking for I want to cum; I need to cum. I tilted my head back breathing hard and worked my hand until I knew it is a blur to Forrest’s eyes, and I shuddered as cum spurt from my cock. A thick rope hit my chest up to my chin, then it rained down on my stomach. I kept stroking my cock until my hand is a slick slimy mess and the scent of cum filled the air.
“Fuck,” Forrest exclaimed, and I felt him push into my ass all the way and shuddered with his second release.
I stood at my window wondering if Forrest was still in the garage or off somewhere else. I was so excited and anxious I was shaking. My tank top was wet with cum, and I felt cum wet the seat of my shorts. I pictured Forrest standing at the door, touching that button, then just watching me slip my shorts on in hurry as the garage door rose. It was obvious I was to leave, to get my clothes on and get the fuck out. He said nothing as I ran under the door as it continued to rise. I cut across the narrow strip of grass between drives and into our garage. I ran upstairs to my room and just stood for the longest time in the middle of it wondering where things would go from here.
Would Forrest tell everyone he fucked me? Would he brag about how I took his cock? Or would he keep it a secret and was there a chance in hell he liked it as much as I did, that a part of him wanted sex with me again.
Then I wondered what I was going to do. Would I avoid that big-dicked jock bastard? Or would I look for ways to get him alone and entice him to do it again. Could I do it again, knowing the answer to this, for I would do it again and more if he asked it of me.
The next day, I was wired as if on something. I paced my room, looked across into Forrest’s room seeing him on his bed reading, then he disappeared when I wasn’t looking. I changed into running shorts and T-shirt thinking a jog around the neighborhood would take my mind off Forrest and his big cock. I rushed down the stairs into the garage and stopped. I looked at my bicycle, for I changed my mind, deciding to go for a long ride instead. I slipped on my helmet and rolled my bicycle to the drive apron and climbed over it. I looked both ways down our neighborhood street realizing no one was coming from either direction, and kicked off, heading toward the park on Mill Springs Road.
I didn’t notice Forrest standing in their garage, or how he was getting ready to ride his bicycle, nor would I notice him coast down his drive into the street and follow me.
I swung left on Cedar Lane, cutting over four streets coming out on Monroe Road, one of the main arteries out of town. I caught the light perfectly, falling in behind a Honda Civic making a left turn, swinging wide to get into the right lane. I stood on it, pedaling hard to get my speed up because the road had a forty-five miles per hour limit, and few drove that slow on it.
I rode for a couple of miles on Monroe until the sign for Deer Creek Park came into view, and I threw up my hand indicating a turn then swung right onto the lane going down into the park. I rode past the dog park, the baseball fields, and picnic areas, heading toward the back of the park where biking trails cut through the hillier sections. It was Wednesday morning, so I expected to have the trails to myself. I cruised along on my bike, unhurried, along the park lane. Once past the children’s nature center and playground, no cars passed me, and I pedaled onward smiling at my good luck. I followed the lane as it wound its way through the woods, rising and falling with the grade, as if to give an impression of what was to come.
I came to the small parking lot where some would come to unload their bikes. It was empty and I smiled, for it meant none of the really good riders would be racing up on me yelling for me to get right or off the trial. I stopped at the entrance to the main trail and quenched my thirst, then kicked off for a hard ride.
I didn’t notice Forrest swing into the parking lot as I dropped down into the woods.
I rode along the White Tail Trail, cutting over fast rises and across the small stream, until I came to the first fork. I swung left on Deer Creek Trail, dropping down the steep grade then pedaled hard to race up the other side. I came to the top of the hill and didn’t slow, racing down the other side, jumping the gap where the trail was washed out, then pulled the bike up and over a fallen tree, all the time feeling like I was one minor mistake from taking a tumble.
At the bottom of the hill, I coasted out on the bridge over Deer Creek and stopped, for a drink of water and to just admire the view through the woods as the creek cascaded over rocks. I heard someone coming down the hill, the unmistakable sound of tires fighting for traction on loose ground. I looked around and saw Forrest slide to a stop at the bottom of the trail at the end of the bridge. He was in cargo shorts and shirtless, the chest glistening with sweat. I felt trapped and tempted. Trapped like prey. Tempted by the possibility of Forrest wanting to use me again. Could he want me as before. The idea made me breathless.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as he climbed off his bike, leaned it against a tree, and started toward me. He didn’t say anything as he stepped on the bridge and closed the distance between us until close enough, I swore I could smell his masculine scent. A man’s body heated up and sweating.
He looked menacing, giving me a hard stare. Did he have second thoughts about fucking me? Did he regret it, come to feel less a man, and now wanted to beat the shit out of me.
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
His expression softened, but he grimaced too. He looked downstream, sighed heavily, then turned back to me. “I hate you for they way you tempt me. I never thought I would do it. I’d thought about it, had at times when I saw you in your room changing clothes, but to actually do it…”
“But there is nothing wrong with it,” I replied, and even I could hear the too high tone of my voice, knowing I was trying to too hard.
He moved on me, pushed me back against the railing until I was bent backwards. He leaned down and looked me in the eyes, and I felt his hand touch me. Tentatively, just a light touch to my stomach.
“You can touch me; no one will know.”
He looked like he was going to be gasping for breath soon and his eyes were wide with either fear or desire or animalistic lust…or maybe all three. I held still, waiting for him to continue. The hand moved down until he was able to slip under my shirt tail, then it moved upward, over bare flesh. His touch was warm and electric, making me gasp. He rubbed the hand upward, pushing my shirt up, until he could rake it over my nipples. They hardened to his touch.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I leaned forward and boldly kissed Forrest on the lips. I expected him to shove me back, maybe even take a swing at me, but he hesitated for a split second, then kissed me back. He kissed me passionately, roughly, pushing his tongue into my mouth, then pulled back panting for breath. He tugged my T-shirt up and I raised my arms letting him remove it. He tossed it on the bridge and put his hand on my bare chest. I knew I looked nothing like him, broad shouldered and muscular. I was lean, showing little definition, and for a moment worried he would reconsider, thinking me not good enough. But he cupped the back of my neck and guided me to squat before him.
“Come on Bobby, help me out. You made me this way, so you have to help me,” said Forrest with a pleading tone. I squatted before him and saw the bulge in the cargo shorts. I groped it, manipulated it with my hand, then I leaned forward and manipulated it with my mouth. As I worked that thick cock through the front of the shorts with my mouth, I reached up and undid the button. I leaned back and tugged the zipper down. As the shorts spread open, I saw the bastard didn’t have on underwear and pubic hair then the base of that thick cock came into view. I buried my face into the pubic hair and licked that cock, making Forrest moan. I licked what I could reach, then tugged down the cargo shorts and licked the whole goddamn thing, from base to head and back again. I captured the head in my mouth and pushed forward taking all I could, then held still, letting Forrest pump it over my tongue and into my throat.
God the bastard was wound up, so fucking aroused he didn’t last long. Far too soon, his cock swelled thicker, then blasted the back of my throat with a wad of cum, then flooded my mouth with it. I closed my lips around that spurting cock and swallowed every fucking drop.
Forrest jerked me to my feet. He stepped out of his shorts, kicking them to the side, then roughly jerked my shorts down until they fell around my ankles, and I did as he had done and kicked them off. We were naked, and I was so aroused by it, my cock curved up hard despite not having been touched. Forrest had remained rock hard, that thick nine inches sticking straight out ready to fuck. He spun me around and pushed me over the railing. I grabbed it and held it tight as he bent me over and kicked my legs apart. Then he shocked me. I thought he would just bury that cock in my ass and fuck the shit out of me. But his hands parted my ass, and he buried his face in it. I felt hot exhales and the drag of wet tongue up and down my ass until I was a quivering moaning mess. He ate me out, worked his tongue over my hole until I was wet and ready.
“Forrest! Fuck me,” I exclaimed.
He rose to his feet and raked wet cock across my ass, then smacked the right cheek with it. He rubbed it between my cheeks, up and down until I was pushing back. He put it to my wet hole and pushed. I shuddered as my hole stretched to take him, first the head, then inch after inch of that cock until his hips pressed against my ass. I looked back under the rail and saw my cock drooling and flexing up and down.
“Fuck…Bobby you goddamn…”
Forrest’s voice trailed off, but I knew what he meant. He took my waist and held me tight as he began to fuck. A slow tug outward, then a slow push inward, all the way, over and over, building up his pace. Soon he was fucking me with a steady rhythm, pumping that cock inside me with such a fullness of penetration I was quickly gasping and moaning. He increased his pace and the sound of him smacking against my ass echoed through the woods. A fast clap of sound that I felt up my spine and in my cock. He was relentless, not slowing, and once again, far too soon, he was fucking out of rhythm, just slamming into my ass, then he buried his cock inside me and shuddered with release.
For a second we were frozen in place. Me over the railing so hard I ached for release and Forrest buried in my ass holding my waist. I thought he would have satisfied his lust and would pull out, get dressed, leaving me on the bridge naked and horny. But he pulled me upright, spun me around, and leaned against my back. The sweat and heat of his body felt too good, and I moved against him, rubbing against his hot skin. He bearhugged me, holding me tight.
“Fuck; you make me want it,” Forrest whispered into my ear as one hand slid down my stomach to my cock. He took it in hand and slowly stroked it, smearing its slick over it. I shivered in his arms and pushed my ass back, wondering if he had it in him to fuck me again, then I realized he was still hard. He stroked my cock and began to slow fuck me. I felt that thick cock move inside me, pushing deep into my ass, then tugging outward until I feared he would slip free. I sensed every inch as he slow fucked. I felt his previous load as it trickled down one thigh.
Forrest kissed my neck, up to my ear, where he tugged on it. He kissed along my jaw as he kept fucking me. I turned to him, desperate to feel his lips against my own. He kissed me and I thought I would come. I worked my hips as best I could, pushing back onto his cock, then forward, pushing my cock through his fist. I increased the pace of our fuck until he was gasping for breath in my ear. I could feel every hot exhale and I moaned with the pleasure of our fuck.
I felt my body respond to his fuck and manipulation of my cock. I felt the tightening of muscle and my cock become so sensitive I could not hold back. I shoved it through Forrest’s hand and came, shuddering with my release. I tilted my head back and cried out, not caring if anyone heard.
I was spent but still aroused and rock hard in Forrest’s hand. He pushed me to bend over, and I turned us and used the railing to brace myself. I was stretched out between the railing and Forrest and as he increased the pace of his fuck, with my cock flopping heavily between my thighs.
And god did he fuck.
He fucked me until I begged him to come. He fucked me until I was sweating and felt so loose, he could do anything to me. He fucked me until he was exhausted and gasping for breath, then he pushed his spurting cock into me all the way.
We pulled apart and I saw he was a sweaty mess, cock finally hanging flaccid and dripping. I felt his cum trickle down my thigh and suddenly became aware of our surroundings. In a public park, naked, cock dripping from having fucked.
“Let’s get dressed before someone sees us,” I said going to where my shorts and T-shirt lay.
“OH, yeah,” Forrest replied, as if he hadn’t come back down from his sexual high.
Once dressed, we rode back to the parking lot, taking a less strenuous trail, and once in the parking lot, we kept riding along the lane to the highway and back toward home. We didn’t talk for a long time, but about halfway down Monroe before our turn, Forrest finally broke the silence.
“Are you going to college in the fall?”
“Yes, to state,” I replied.
“Really?”
“Yes, why?”
“Me too.”
I realized the insinuation. We would be at the same college come fall. But just as quickly I saw him with a new circle of friends, other jocks and attractive girls all going out to listen to some rock band or to a game on campus.
“Do you have your dorm assignment?” I asked.
“Not yet, but mom is friends with some of the board members, so she is working something out for me. What about you?”
“I got it Monday. I’m in Madison Hall.”
“That is one of the older buildings on campus. My cousin called it the zoo.”
“Great,” I replied, picturing me among a bunch of jock bastards rough housing it all the time.
We rode for another mile or so before I finally got the courage to ask Forrest what I really wanted to know.
“Was this just a fuck for you? I mean, I’m not expecting you to consider it a serious thing but were you just horny and I was available.”
“What?”
“Forrest, we have barely spoken to each other over the years. We run in different circles, went to different schools, and suddenly we’re…fucking.”
Forrest chuckles shaking his head, then he looks over. “Are you gay?”
“I think that is obvious. Don’t you think?”
“Not really. If you asked me a week ago, I would have sworn I was straight. I had thought about it with a guy, you know, the curiosity of the mechanics of it and how it might feel, but no more than that.
“I dated girls, had sex with most of them, but it was never serious enough to become a long-term relationship.”
“But you did think about it?” I asked.
“Yeah…sometimes,” Forrest replied as if he were thinking of some of the times he had done so, and I knew he had to be picturing some guy that enticed him. “But I never acted on it.”
“Until now.”
“Yeah…” said Forrest, his voice trailing off. He looked over at me. “When I saw you watching me, it was strange. I didn’t get mad at you, another guy watching me, but I became more aroused by it.”
“You liked me watching?”
“Yes, but I was frustrated by it too. I wanted you to touch me. I wanted to feel it, not just know I was being watched.”
“Now that you have done it…can you do it again…with me?”
Forrest smiled. “You didn’t get enough back there?”
“No,” I uttered feeling my face flush hot.
We turned off Monroe and slowly got back to speed,
“Yeah, me neither,” said Forrest.
I turned so he couldn’t see me smile.
Friday arrived and I came down the stairs to find my parents’ luggage in the hall. In the kitchen I found mom writing a list and dad getting another cup of coffee.
“What’s going on?” I asked, while going for my own cup.
“We’ve decided to go to the mountains for a few days,” said mom.
“A second honeymoon,” dad added, winking at mom.
“How long will you be gone?”
“Until next Wednesday. I’ve made a list of things that need to be done. Get the grass mowed this weekend—”
“I know that.”
Mom smiled as if she doubted it, then continued. “Remember to roll the garbage and recycling out on Sunday—”
“I knew that too.”
“Okay smarty pants, but did you know you need to clean up that room of yours?”
“I swept and straightened it yesterday.”
“But did you dust?”
“No.”
“And I want you to go through your closet. Take out all the clothes you don’t wear anymore and bag them up, and get the shelves straightened.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t destroy the place,” said dad jokingly, but I knew what he meant. Don’t have a party where people mess up the house and break things.
Thirty minutes later I stood in the garage waving goodbye as dad backed out to the street. I watched them drive off smiling at the realization I had the place to myself. I wondered what Forrest was up to. I heard their garage door going up then his mom’s white SUV backing out with Forrest behind the wheel and his mom in the passenger seat.
“Fuck,” I uttered, worried they could be heading to State for something with his admissions. It would be my luck.
I went back inside, going into my room and falling on the bed. I lay there, feeling anxious. I needed to do something. I climbed to my feet, tugged off my T-shirt, tossing it on the bed and headed down to mow grass. It was still midmorning and not yet scorching hot, so I wouldn’t cook.
I mowed the backyard first, then moved to the front, constantly looking up the street for that white SUV to be coming back. When I finished, I cleaned up the mower and put it away, then went to the backyard and lay in the hammock just enjoying the feel of my sweaty body. That state where you feel loose in your skin, kind of aroused, if I’m honest, to the point I think about slipping my hand inside my gym shorts and pumping out a load. But then I think about Forrest coming back sometime today and I refrain.
But I do touch myself, rake a hand over my sweaty chest, over hardening nipples and down along the waistband of the gym shorts, slipping fingers beneath the waistband imagining it to be Forrest’s hand touching me. I do it until my cock is hard, pushing up obscenely at the crotch.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed and rolled out of the hammock to go inside for a cold shower. I needed to get clean and to get my cock to go down.
I showered a long time, getting hard then waiting for it to go down. Over and over, tempted to get off, but always telling myself there was a chance, a slim chance, Forrest would return to fuck it out of me.
With no one home, I came back to my bedroom naked, toweling my hair dry. I looked across the way into Forrest’s dark bedroom disappointed he wasn’t there to watch me. I tossed the towel over my desk chair and debated whether to get dressed or not, relishing the feel of my nakedness. The way even the air feels over my skin. I fall back on my bed looking down my lean body at my cock wondering if I should just get it over with. Take it in hand and jack off.
I toyed with my cock until half hard, then stop watching it get flaccid again. I did it until precum beaded up at the slit.
Fuck, I was horny.
The doorbell rang.
“Shit,” I uttered for Forrest’s bedroom was still dark, so it wasn’t him.
I slipped on a pair of gym shorts not really caring how obvious my cock was pressed against the front and went downstairs to answer the door.
I didn’t bother to look to see who it was, figuring it was some delivery for dad or someone trying to sell us gutters or a new roof, or windows we obviously didn’t need. I swung open the door and froze. Forrest stood there in just a flimsy pair of running shorts and his cock was more obvious than mine. Hard, pushing above the waistband a good two or three inches. I pulled him inside and shut the door.
“I thought you were gone.”
“We just went to the post office and by the bank. We’ve been back some time…long enough for me to see you in your room.”
He saw me, naked and playing with myself. I reached out touching the head of his cock. “Really, you saw me.”
“Yeah,” he replied after gasping for breath at my first touch.
“You want to come up to my room?” I put my hand around his exposed cock and pushed down, sliding the shorts lower revealing more of it.
“Yes.”
I turned, and still holding his cock, led him upstairs. I guided him to my room and standing in the middle of it, I went to my knees, dragging those shorts down stripping him. I bent my head capturing his cock and began to suck.
“Yeah…suck me. Suck me, Bobby.”
I worked my mouth on that cock until drool dripped from my chin, and it glistened with my spit. Forrest slipped his hands under my arms and pulled me up and in one swift move, tossed me on my bed and moved on top of me. His weight pressed me down and I pushed up against him. He shocked me, kissing me freely, passionately, roughly, taking my breath away, then he kissed down my neck, down my chest until tonguing one nipple then the other, and in my mind, I pleaded with him to go lower, to go down and take my cock in his mouth. Instead, he used his hand to manipulate it while tonguing my nipples, then lightly biting them. I moaned and shivered with the manipulation, first pushing cock through his hand, the pushing my chest upward hard against his mouth. The hand let go of my cock and slipped between my thighs and I spread them to give him better access. I felt the fingers toy with my nuts, then tug on the sac, then they moved further down, rubbing my ass, then penetrating it.
“I want to fuck you,” uttered Forrest.
I raised my knees as one finger, then two worked my hole loose.
“Do it,” I exclaimed, “fuck me, Forrest, put it in me.”
He shifted, pushing my legs further apart. He hooked his arms under my knees then moved up and over me. I was folded in half, feet sticking straight up, and cock boring into my hole. Forrest pushed into me slowly, and I felt every inch stretch me open and sink into my ass. I clutched at the bed and opened up to him.
“Goddamn, Forrest, fuck me.”
And Forrest did. He began to work that thick cock inside me, pushing in and tugging it outward faster and faster until the bed began to squeak and rock beneath us. His cock pummeled my insides, made me see stars when it banged its way into my depths. I could hardly catch my breath.
Forrest pulled out and I almost shouted no. He rolled us around, he on his back and me on top. I was sitting on that thick cock, feeling the fullness of it and watched Forrest reach for my cock, toying with it until I could not hold still. I moved on his cock, up, then down, working my ass on it until in steady rhythm of a fuck.
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to watch someone ride my cock,” said Forrest.
I rose as high as I could and not lose his cock, then all the way down, letting him watch it come into view then disappear in my ass. Over and over, building up my pace again until slamming down on his hips making my cock smack his abdomen.
“Fucking hell,” Forrest uttered.
I rode that bastard’s cock until I felt feverish, so hot, sweat was running down my face, chest, and back. I didn’t slow, just kept up my pace, up, down, riding that cock until I wanted to cum. I leaned back, spread my knees further apart, and took my cock in hand. He watched me moving my ass up and down at a furious pace while jacking off with the same urgency. I worked my ass on that cock knowing he had a perfect view of my stretched ass sliding over his thick cock.
“I’m going to cum,” Forrest exclaimed.
“Me too,” I uttered breathlessly.
My cock swelled thick in my hand, then erupted, shooting wad after wad, in my face, down my chest and over my stomach. Then Forrest shoved upward, nearly bucking me off his cock, and cried out. I kept moving my ass as his spurting cock filled me with its load.
The shower ran warm as I bathed Forrest, gently rubbing soapy hands over that muscular body. I leaned to it, kissing the chest, a nipple, then I tongued it, nipped at it, getting Forrest to hold my head tight to it. I lathered up his cock, nuts, and ass. I ran my hand between the ass cheeks expecting him to stop me. It was as if I had been given permission, and I toyed with his hole, rubbed it until I felt him move his hips, then I penetrated it with my finger. I grew more emboldened and leaned up on toes and kissed him while fingering his ass. His cock began to rise, getting erect. Suddenly I was spun around and pushed against the wall. That thick cock bore into my ass and Forrest wasted no time in fucking me. He thrust into my depths with a vengeance, hammering my insides until my own cock was rock hard. He took it in hand, stroking me while fucking my ass, not slowing, until slamming against my ass pumping another load into it.
He let me step back and turn to face him. He looked down at my cock, hard and curved upward. He looked like he was considering it, giving thought to what I wanted him to do. I was so desperate I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed down. “Forrest,” I whispered and pushed down again. “Help me out.”
Unbelieving what I was seeing, I watched that big muscular jock squat before me. He kissed my stomach and down around my cock, but not yet taking it in his mouth. In my mind, I pleaded with him to take it, to put it in his mouth. He leaned back and stared at my cock, only inches from his face. I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him toward it.
“Please,” I begged.
I watched his mouth move toward my cock. I watched him stick out his tongue and lick the head and finally put his mouth on the head and take over half of it. I shuddered with the feel of it, that hot slick mouth on my cock. I struggled not to fuck it, instead waiting on Forrest to move his mouth on it.
He began to move on my cock. He had no rhythm for it at first, but soon, he was working my cock until I wanted to cum. I worked my hips in small movements, just enough to increase my pleasure. I put my hands on his shoulders and moaned, and when I felt his mouth sink all the way down my cock, I blasted the back of his throat with my cum.
Forrest lay next to me on my bed. We were naked, our hair not yet dry, just lounging in the stillness of the room. He let me touch him, run fingers along his smooth skin following the muscular contours of his chest and stomach, then down through pubic hair and around flaccid cock. He seemed to fill up my bed and I lay up against him not wanting the moment to end.
“I need to get dressed and head home,” said Forrest. “My folks are entertaining some of their friends and I’m supposed to be there.”
I watched him dress and ease out of my room, then I lay back naked, not wanting to get dressed. It was nearly the end of June, almost two full months before we had to leave for college. Two months I hoped found Forrest in my room or maybe back in his garage, or maybe back at the park, fucking the shit out of me or maybe me pumping another load down his throat, or the fantasy to end all fantasies, me pumping a load into his ass. Yeah, that would be something. Me fucking him. But then I thought about the feel of thick nine inches hammering my insides and knew that was enough to really satisfy me. I’d bottom for Forrest every fucking time to get that cock. I’d take it in the mouth, then take it in the ass whenever Forrest was horny and in need of release. I knew come fall and the two of us at college in different dorms, me in the old traditional dorm, two to a room and the whole floor sharing a bathroom at the end of the hall, and Forrest probably in one of the suites, sharing a bathroom with far fewer guys, making new friends and running in different circles. Whatever I was going to get from Forrest, I needed to get it in the next two months.
The next day I was on that weight bench in Forrest’s room, holding on for dear life to a heavily weighted barbell for Forrest was holding my legs against his chest pumping nine inches of thick cock into my depths. Then I pumped my load down his throat.
The next day, I was in my bed, thighs pressed to my chest as Forrest pumped that thick cock into my ass until I came first, pumping cum all over my chest and stomach. Then I pumped a load down his throat.
Come Monday, we rode to the park, and this time we went to this area with rock exposed on the side of a low hill. I lay back on one flat rock taking that fucking cock. Then I was on my knees, chest laying on another rock, taking another load from his cock. I shameless pumped a load of cum across his face and open mouth, then licked it off.
Tuesday, I got him to stay over with some lame ass excuse of helping me with my closet. That fucking closet didn’t get touched, as we stayed naked and aroused, Forrest pumping one load after the next into my ass until he was spent, and me feeding him my load in between each ass fuck until I too was spent.
I spent Wednesday getting the closet done before my parents came back home. Once they were back, everything fell back into a normal routine, one that unfortunately afforded Forrest and I few opportunities to fuck around. He had to go visit grandparents in Florida, then I was with my parents on a trip to Yellowstone. By the time our vacations were over, it was August. Less than a month and I sensed the approaching day of our parting, for I saw no way Forrest would want to hang out with me on campus. He would be in his student housing, and I would be in mine, each proceeding with a different stage of our lives. I told myself I would find another Forrest, or maybe I would find some musician or artist, someone to give me a new experience.
We got together often despite our parents’ parties and social gatherings or trips to visit some friends or relatives.
There was the night Forrest led me to his backyard, our parents turned in for the night, and he fucked me in the middle of it, down on my all fours. He took me in the back of his SUV, pumping load after load into my ass as I lay across the back seat, or leaned over the back of it, or better yet, tailgate open and me laying in the back with Forrest standing at it pumping a couple of loads into my ass before letting me up. There were bike rides to the park, and the few times we had one house or the other to ourselves, he pumped load after load into my ass and I pumped load after load into his mouth.
The week before we were to leave, we had not talked about it at all. We rarely talked about our fucking and sucking. He mentioned getting his room assignment and was ready for fall to arrive a couple weeks prior, but as the day drew near, there was less discussion. I sensed we were both shitty at goodbyes and when the day arrived, we would simply part and head off to our next phase of our lives. But it hurt in some way, especially how our parents, in thinking they were doing us a favor, had parties for our high school friends to come over, or relatives for cookouts.
Come the week before classes were to start on Wednesday morning, I loaded up my Civic, told my parents goodbye assuring them I’d call when I got there, and pulled out of the drive on my way. I knew Forrest left the day before, his 4Runner pulling out just before lunch.
I navigated around the campus, making my way to the parking lot the GPS was directing me. The campus wasn’t as busy as it had been last spring, but way busier than it had been when I was there over the summer. I looked at the guys strolling sidewalks, riding bikes, and once nearing the dorms, those out playing football, some shirtless revealing masculine bodies I was quickly desiring.
I parked and left my stuff in the car, wanting to get my room key and where it was located within the building. I went up to the office in one of the other dorms where we were to get our keys and fell into the back of line. I looked at the other guys getting their keys, stepping forward as the one before walked away. I got to the office and gave the woman my name and she looked confused, then checked her computer. She was taking too long, typing something, moving her mouse, then typing some more.
“Oh, you were moved.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, worried about what this could mean. Would I be in one of the worst dorms.
“Didn’t you…wasn’t there a letter?”
“No, I didn’t get a letter.”
“Okay,” she replied, sounding surprised. She wrote something down, pulled a campus map out, circling a building on it. “Where did you park.”
“I’m in 2C.”
“Perfect, instead of this building on this side of the lot, you will be in this building over here on the other side of it. Go to the office in this building just past yours to get your key,” she said pointing to an adjacent building.
Across the parking lot, glad I didn’t drag a suitcase or carry a box before, I wondered what happened to get me reassigned to a different room. I went to the building and once again waited in line to get my key. When I got to the office window, I gave my name and watched the man check his computer, type in something, then slide a key to me.
“Thanks,” I replied as I took the key and headed to the building across a courtyard area. I passed guys hanging out at tables, some throwing a frisbee, and a couple playing their guitars. I entered the building, immediately sensing the difference between it and the dorm building I had been in. For one thing it was nicer, way nicer. I went up the elevator to the fifth floor, down the short corridor noticing the doors were further apart, to room 512. I started to knock, but realized it was now just as much my room as the roommate I would be sharing it with. I slipped the key into the lock, turned the knob and pushed the door open to the place that would be home for the next semester. I realized it wasn’t a traditional dorm room, but more of an apartment layout. The kitchen was to my right with a table in the open floor area. Beyond that was a small living area. I heard a shower running and moved to a hall to my left. A vanity was tucked into the wall on the left and a door just beyond it that was obvious the bathroom for light spilled from under the door and I could more plainly hear the shower. To my right two doors. The first was a bedroom with one unmade bed and empty desk. I went to the next room and found it was made up, a blanket over the bed and books and a laptop on the desk. It was a two-bedroom apartment for just two people, and I wondered what fuck up had occurred that put me in one. I wondered if I should go back to the office to ask if they were sure this was right, for I could see getting my stuff put away, then having to pack it up again to go to the correct dorm.
I hadn’t noticed the shower was shut off or heard the bathroom door open.
“You finally made it.”
It surprised me, caught me off guard, and I swung around to face them. I froze, for it seemed impossible.
“Forrest? What is going on?”
He smiled, then stepped forward and I realized he only had a towel tied around his waist.
“I got mom to put us together. I told her I didn’t want to room with a complete stranger. She pulled some strings and got you moved.”
“I see,” but I wasn’t sure I really did. “I can live here and not in the dorm?”
“Yes. Have you brought any of your stuff up?”
“No, it’s in the car. I can go start bringing it up.”
I started to walk past Forrest, and he put his hand out, stopping me. “Wait, we can get it later,” he said. I saw the smirk and the devilish look in his eyes.
“Oh, yeah?”
“It’s been days since we’ve had any time alone.”
“I know.”
He pulled the towel from his waist and dropped it onto the floor. He picked me up in a bearhug and carried me to his bed dropping me playfully on it. “Get naked, mother fucker, I’m horny as fuck.”
I began to unbutton my shirt, frantically trying to get each one undone. He grew impatient and unbuttoned my jeans and tugged down the zipper. He jerked each shoe off, pulled the socks off, then grabbed each leg of the jeans and pulled as I got the last button undone. Jeans slipped free as I was working my arms out of the shirt. Once free of it, I was left with only boxers on, and Forrest took them by the waistband and worked them down, me raising my ass to not hinder him stripping me, then falling back as Forrest pulled upward, lifting my legs and the boxers went down to my feet. When Forrest got them off, he slung them across the room and grinned with a devilish smile.
“Finally,” said Forrest, and he was on top of me, kissing and touching until I was panting for breath. I tilted my head back as he kissed along my neck while I felt his hands fondling my cock and nuts. I realized this was the first time he was touching me so freely, without any hesitation. I raised my knees and clutched at the bed when I felt his hand move below my nuts, raking over my tight opening.
I undulated beneath him, worked my ass up and down, until I felt a finger penetrate my ass. I moaned, shivering with his manipulation. He got two fingers in me, then three and I clung to his body while pushing upward pressing my cock against him.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Forrest…do it, do it. Put it in me,” I begged. Not until I laid eyes on Forrest had I realized how much I wanted the fucking jock bastard. I wanted him to touch me, to feel me, to put that cock inside me and fuck to the point of utter exhaustion.
He slipped down, hooked his arms behind my knees then moved up and over me, folding me in half. My ass rose from the bed, angled perfectly for him to fuck me. I clutched at the bed as I felt his cock rake over my ass then press against my hole. I tried to push up, but he was in control, and I shuddered at the feel of that thick cock stretching my ass open. He pushed the head in me, then inch after inch of that fat shaft. I gasp for breath, then moaned as I felt him begin to fuck. The tug outward, then the push inward, slowly, working that cock deeper into me.
When I tilted my head back, he leaned down and kissed my neck while continuing his slow fucking until I was gasping for breath. Then he rose over me and fucked. Fucked hard. Hips smacking down on my ass, over and over, and I took it. I relished it. How it rocked me and gave me a fullness of penetration that I believed only Forrest could give me.
Forrest couldn’t last long at this pace, and too soon, he was hammering my ass then just buried his cock inside me and shuddered with release. He slow pumped his spent cock inside me and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Keep going, don’t stop. Fuck me, Forrest, fuck me again,” I pleaded.
He lay on me heavily and worked his hips, grinding that cock inside me. He pumped that cock until I felt cum trickle down my ass and my own cock was so hard it ached for release.
Forrest slipped out of me and fell down next to me on his back. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to straddle his waist and sit on it, ride his big fat cock to release, and I moved to throw a leg over his waist.
“No, Bobby,” he exclaimed.
I froze and looked down at him confused.
“I want to try. Do me, Bobby. Fuck my ass,” said Forrest.
I stared at him, unsure I heard him right, but when he raised his legs I knew he was serious. I moved to where the legs could rest against my chest, feet up in the air, and shifted up to his ass. I rubbed it with my fingers, pushing one through his tightness wondering how it would feel on my cock. I fingered his ass while he slowly stroked his cock, and when I pulled three fingers out of him, I felt his hand take my cock and guide it to his ass. I pushed slowly feeling the head then part of the shaft squeeze into him. He shivered and I jerked and shuddered with the feel of it. I thought he would pinch my cock into two, but I couldn’t stop. I kept pushing inward, inch after inch until pressed against his ass.
“Fuck, this is what it feels like,” said Forrest, and he looked up at me. “Do it, Bobby, fuck me.”
I fucked Forrest. Fucked him until my muscles burned from the exertion. Fucked him until I was sweating and gasping for breath. Fucked him until I was pumping a load of cum into his depths. And I didn’t stop, just kept fucking until I was building up another load for him.
When I pumped a second load into that jock bastard’s ass, I was exhausted and collapsed on top of him totally spent.
Week three, and I don’t know how to think of it. Forrest and I living together in a state of fucking bliss, fucking and sucking whenever the mood strikes. We lounge around naked, touching each other. We fuck on the sofa, the dining table, kitchen cabinets with my head bent against the wall, and we fuck in the shower, on the floor, and of course, in bed. I suck his cock and take it in the ass until he is exhausted. And when the mood strikes him, I fuck him to the same point of exhaustion. And sometimes he simply sucks me off, swallowing every drop. When it comes to his big fat cock pumping out another load, I struggle to decide if I want to swallow it or let him pump it in my ass.
What does it mean? I’m not sure. We talk about it in a roundabout way, but never in the way of lovers in some rom-com movie. There are other ways he expresses himself that doesn’t involve words. Flowers for my birthday and a gift box of goodies: cock ring, a collar, and wrist cuffs with enough adjustment that both of us can play with them. Then there was dinner at that restaurant that requires reservations, usually two months in advance. And there is the way he kisses me, passionately, making me breathless. And last weekend, he took me to the gay club to dance, and he held my hand as we moved around it.
I think it is the L-word, but it seems to be more than that. When I’m walking back to our place from my last class, I think of words to describe what it feels like. Contentment. Happiness. Wanted. Adored. Comforting.
Paradise.
Nirvana.
