Pete's Story

An awakening

Stuart cupped Pete’s face in his hands and brought their mouths together in what at first was a tender kiss. Forcing his tongue between his lips and teeth, he started to explore the shyer mans mouth with a growing passion. His arms moved down and around the firm, slightly tense body in front of him. He sensed a growing panic in Pete, so gently broke the kiss, placed his hands on his shoulders and brought their foreheads together. Looking into his eyes he say the frightened boy he had recently held in his arms. The boy desperate to become a man but terrified of the act that would take him there. ‘Okay Pete, I need you to listen to me. Really listen. Okay?’ After a moments hesitation the boy nodded once. ‘Right. Now, when you told me your history, you did that because you trusted me didn’t you?’ Again, an affirmative nod. ‘Good. Then when you gave me my three presents you said it was because you trust me and love me. Yes?’

‘Yes.’ A smile.

‘So, as you love me and trust me, so I love and trust you Pete, and I know that tonight you will not let me do anything to you that you don’t want me to do or that will hurt you in any way. We love each other too much to take advantage of our trust in each other. Yes?’

‘Yes.’ A smile and a very positive nod.

‘Okay. So shall we both try to relax and see what happens? No pressure, no expectations. Let’s just make love to each other. You guide me to what you like and want and I’ll guide you. How does that sound?’

‘But I really want you to fuck me.’

‘And I’d really like to fu…. make love to you. But if it doesn’t happen tonight for whatever reason then it’s okay. It’s going to be great spending all night with each other. We get to explore each other’s bodies for as long as we like. And man have I been wanting to do that for fucking weeks. I intend to lick, suck, nibble, bite and stroke you until you are begging me to let you blow your load. I am gonna love you like no one has ever been loved before. So take a deep breath boyfriend cause here I come.’ Saying which, Stuart playfully threw Pete to the carpet, fell on top of him and proceeded to kiss and lick his face and neck. He quickly discovered that Pete’s ears and neck were particularly sensitive and that gently biting either area had him moaning and squirming whilst at the same time grinding his obvious erection against him. He pulled Pete’s t-shirt up and off and brought his lips and teeth to the exposed nipples. The inexperienced boy cried out. ‘Oh yeah. Oh Stu that’s fucking ‘A’ man.’ Stuart moved a hand down to press on Pete’s erection. ‘Ahhhh. Oh god. Oh no. Oh don’t. Too much. Didn’t know that could feel like that. Oh god.’ Back to his mouth, and Stuart mashed his against his lovers gasping lips. Tongues fought and Pete brought his arms up to grab at Stuart’s shirt, desperate to remove it so he could get at the muscular physique beneath. As the two hot, naked chests rubbed together, Pete gasped, ‘I want to see you naked Stu. Please, let me see you naked.’

Stuart pulled away and stood. Towering over the smaller man who remained laying on his back staring up at the muscle bound colossus above him, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. He took a step back so that Pete could see him better. Running his hands over his slab like chest muscles, he took his nipples in his fingers and twisted them. Harder and harder he twisted and pulled. A silent scream escaped from his mouth. He pulled so hard that he raised himself up onto his toes. Then he suddenly released them, his feet returned to earth and there was a loud ‘SLAP’ as he slapped his meaty tits as hard as he could. ‘Arghhh. Fuck.’ His head fell forward with the shock and pain he had inflicted on himself. Pete lay there mesmerised. Without thinking, he had unfastened his jeans, pushed them, along with his underwear to his knees, and was stroking his achingly hard erection as he watched the man he loved perform a sex show just for him.

Stuart saw the effect he was having on Pete and was spurred on to greater efforts. He slid a hand down his six pack stomach, following the line of the fine hairs running from his navel. As they disappeared into the waistband of his jeans, he edged the tip of a finger in to follow them, then stopped. He looked Pete straight in the eye. ‘Do you want to do this bit?’

Pete nodded, got to his knees and crawled to his boyfriend. Kneeling up to face the bulging packet before him, he reached out and pressed his hands against it. It felt massive. Super hard. He had seen it before of course. He had sucked it several times. But he had never felt like this. Now, he wanted to own Stuart’s manhood. Take procession of it. Take it deeper inside him than he had ever had anyone’s prick before. He wanted to worship this mans phallus, bow down to it in all its magnificent glory. Open himself to it. Let it invade his inner most sanctum.

He unfastened the button then the zip on Stuart’s jeans. He slowly, teasingly, pulled them down the strong muscular legs, then over the perfectly formed feet and off. He threw them to one side, ‘won’t be needing them again tonight,’ he thought to himself. He ran his hands up Stuart’s leg, licking his thighs as he reached the top. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the white briefs he pulled them down, past the tidy black bush redolent of sweat and stale piss. He exposed the root of the thick hard meat he was desperate to feast not just his eyes on. Lower and lower. More magnificent hard, hot, pulsing manhood came into view, followed by a pair of big smooth balls that were churning around and full of scalding jism waiting to be released. Stuart’s full seven and a half thick inches sprang free of the restraining underwear, slapped against his hard belly then came to rest curving slightly upwards. His foreskin was pulled halfway back from the shiny purple glans, exposing the monsters eye, from which a pearl of pre-cum hung, ready to fall. Seeing this, Pete moved his head forward in an almost involuntary motion. The tip of his tongue came into contact with the end of Stuart’s magnificent manhood, catching the precious drop of cum just before it fell. It was as though an electric shock had passed between them, so heightened were their senses. Stuart shouted loudly, ‘Fucking ‘ell.’ Whilst Pete groaned in pleasure at the nectar assailing his taste buds. Unable to stop himself, Pete opened his mouth and took the pleasure tool he was worshipping to the root. All the years of practice with the boys at school suddenly paid off and he found himself mentally thanking them for his skill with his mouth. He exalted in the pleasure he knew he was giving the man he loved, and for the first time in his life he felt no shame. He was enjoying every minute, every inch, every gorgeous, rock hard suck of it. He fucked his mouth back and forwards on the most beautiful cock he had ever had in his mouth. He rolled his tongue under the foreskin as he pulled it back and forward over the glans. He slicked the thick stalk with his saliva to keep it wet and slippy. He licked the smooth heavy balls, gently sucking first one then the other into his mouth. He nipped Stuart’s scrotum making him moan and whimper with pleasure. Then, his ultimate pleasure, he took both balls in his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue, sucking and pulling on the sack that held them. Stuart cried out, ‘Ohh man. Ohh fuck. I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop…’ Pete released Stuart’s balls and fastened his mouth over the swollen, burning end of his cock. Two lashings of his tongue along with the firm stroking of his hands and Stuart was forced to grab hold of Pete’s head to stop himself from collapsing as his knees buckled when what felt like the end of his penis flew into Pete’s mouth. String after string of semen pumped into his boyfriends mouth. His entire body was forcing itself into the end of his prick. His head was thrown back and he was howling with what sounded like pain. On the receiving end, Pete was swallowing every drop of the precious fluid being pumped into his eager mouth. Eyes rolled back in their sockets he was in seventh heaven knowing he had given Stuart an experience the like of which he had not had before. The pleasure he had gained from the giving was so great that without touching himself once, he had ejaculated so hard and so much that Stuart’s legs and feet were covered in his hot juice.

The men took time to gather their thoughts, one looking down in wonder at the supplicant kneeling at his feet, the other looking up lovingly at the Greek god whose magnificence he had just worshiped and enjoyed. Pete was the first to move, bending forward to lick his seed from the legs and feet of the man he loved. To him, it was the most natural thing to do; to ensure that the body of the one he loved and trusted so much was clean. He wanted, no needed, to clean off the fluid he had shot over the perfect form. At first, Stuart watched Pete’s actions as though detached from reality. The handsome, blonde haired man with the trim, beautifully proportioned body and great arse was prostrating himself at his feet, licking him clean of the spunk he had shot over him during their love making. The sight made Stuart hard again. He was surprised how excited the act of sublimation made him. Suddenly he snapped back to reality. ‘No. Pete, please, don’t do that. Please. I can wash it off. Pete.’ He took hold of Pete’s arms to lift him from the floor.

Pete looked up at him, a big smile on his face. ‘It’s okay Stu. I want to do it. I like doing it. Please let me.’ A look of confusion crossed Stuart’s face, followed by concern and discomfort. ‘Look Stu, I’ve never wanted to do this before, I’ve always been forced to. I’ve always hated doing it before. This time, it’s for you, it’s because I love you, I trust you. I know I don’t have to do it. That’s why I want to. Look, my dick’s rock hard again. So is yours. It’s right for us Stu.’ He looked him straight in the eye and smiled, ‘Trust me.’

Stuart relaxed, remembering what he had said to Pete earlier about doing only what each of them wanted to do and that they should trust each other’s judgement. And Pete was right, it was turning him on. His cock was so hard it was aching. He watched as Pete licked up from his feet to his calves, knees, thighs. He couldn’t let him touch his dick yet so he knelt down and kissed him, tasting Pete’s man juice on his lips and tongue. The sweet, salty flavour was intoxicating. He pushed Pete onto his back, pulled his jeans and underwear off and lowered his mouth over his cock. Pete arched his back thrusting up into the heat of Stuart’s throat. Choking, Stuart pushed Pete’s hips back to the floor. ‘Easy mate. I’m not as good at this as you are.’ He smiled up at the excited young man groaning on the floor. ‘So what is your area of expertise then stud?’ Pete was taunting Stuart now. He even raised an eye brow to him and smirked. ‘I’ll show you shall I?’ Responded the masculine athlete. He took hold of Pete’s ankles, raised his legs in the air and spread them wide, exposing the puckered pink bud of his arse, surrounded by downy light hair. Bringing his face close to the inviting butt hole, Stuart inhaled the unique musky smell of the man laying open and vulnerable to him. He felt his cock stiffen, if that were even possible given his high state of arousal, as he leaned in and kissed the treasure presented. Pete shuddered and clenched his fists. ‘Oh Stu, don’t stop please. Oh god.’ Stuart began to lick and suck at the tender membrane guarding the entrance to Pete’s tunnel of love. As it became more sensitive and responded to his ministrations he forced his tongue inside, fucking the first few millimetres rhythmically at the same time massaging and kneading the perfect buttocks to heighten the sensations being wrought by his mouth. He loved making love to a responsive arse, and Pete’s was one of the most sensitive and satisfying he had ever had the pleasure of playing with. After about half an hour, he had him writhing and gasping at the mere touch of his tongue, or a feather light kiss from his lips. Pete’s natural anal juices were pouring out of his relaxed and eager hole, and Stuart knew that if he was going to be allowed to bring their love making to its natural conclusion then it was now or never.

He moved back up Pete’s body until their faces were level. Pete’s ankles rested on Stuart’s shoulders, Stuart’s hands were placed on the floor either side of Pete’s head. The head of Stuart’s cock rested gently against the opening to Pete’s hot and very ready arse. All that remained was for Pete to let Stuart know he was ready. That he could enter him and finally banish his demons with not a fuck but with the glory of man sex between two happy, healthy, virile young men in love with each other. Sex filled not with fear and domination, but with trust and understanding and above all, with love.

Stuart looked Pete in the eyes, smiled, leaned down and kissed him. Pete wrapped his arms around the muscular back of his lover, grasped his bum, a taught, firm buttock in each hand, and pulled him towards him. Stuart felt his cock break through the membrane of Pete’s anus, saw a brief flash of pain cross his lovers eyes, then, as he was drawn fully inside the hot, tight sleeve of his mans love tunnel, he saw Pete relax, throw his arms wide, smile up at him and quietly say, ‘l love you Stu. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me now. I’m okay now.’

Stuart smiled back at the man below him, finally joined as one. ‘I know you are mate. You are fucking beautiful and love you too.’ Slowly, he began to move his penis in and out of Pete. As he saw him relax more and more and begin to respond to the feeling of the cock hitting against his prostate, he knew he could take it a little faster, a little firmer. He knelt up, took hold of Pete’s waist and began to fuck his shaft fully in and out of the hot man cunt now bucking and writhing beneath him. Pete’s head whipped from side to side. His hands grabbed at Stuart’s massive pecs, his fingers and nails gouging at his nipples, making him cry out in painful ecstasy. Pete lifted his pelvis to meet every forward thrust of the iron rod moving like a piston in and out of him. Their pelvic bones ground together with every hard thrust, sending shocks of painful pleasure through their bodies. And still they wanted more of each other. Stuart fell forward onto the bucking body beneath him, they wrapped their arms around each other, Pete’s legs gripped Stuart like a vice as the rock hard cock inside him banged in and out driving further and further towards a finale unlike any he had known before. All at once, Stuart felt the burning sleeve he was enveloped in tighten around his aching tool. Pete’s eyes were wide open and staring in surprise and wonder, a strangled gasp escaped his mouth, ‘Cummingggggggggg.’ Stuart felt the hot lava erupt between them as the pressure around his cock became too much to bear, with one final massive thrust he pumped his seed deep into the bowels of the man he loved above all others. With rope after rope of his precious juice he painted the inside of Pete’s deepest places, obliterating forever the remnants of the man who had abused and debased him. The act was cathartic for both of them, especially for Pete who now knew what joy was to be had from an act of love between two consenting adults.

Once their climaxes had ended, they refused to release the holds they had on each other. The only concession they made was for Pete to relax his legs so that they could lay more comfortably beside each other, Stuart’s still erect penis firmly lodged in Pete’s happy hole. Laying on the rug in front of the fire with only the light from an occasional flame to see by, they felt no need to move, so reaching back to the sofa they retrieved cushions and a blanket to make themselves more comfortable and to cover their now slightly chilled bodies. And so they slept, wrapped in each other’s arms. Faces inches apart, bodies pressed closely together. At some point during the night, Stuart’s tumescence eventually relaxed and quietly slipped out of Pete, but other than that, nothing changed about the two young men. They held each other, breathed in each other’s essence and slept safe in the love they bore for one another.

Pete woke first. His arm, under Stuart’s head was dead. He couldn’t actually get the damn thing to move. At first he was pissed off, but then he saw the face of the man he had spent the night with. Asleep, Stuart looked so young, with his hair falling across his face and a dopy smile touching his usually so manly lips. Pete noticed, for the first time, how long Stuart’s eye lashes were, and smiled when he wondered how they would look with mascara. His gaze followed the perfect shape of his nose then down to his chin with the slight dimple that really showed up when he smiled his baby boy smile. The smile he only gave to Pete. At least he hadn’t seen him give it to anyone else, so he assumed it was exclusively his. He loved Stu’s lips. Full and sensuous, he always wanted to kiss or lick or nibble or even bite them, but before last night he had always been to afraid or too shy to admit the attraction even to himself, let alone Stu. Tentatively, trying hard not to wake him, Pete slowly and gently brushed the hair from Stuart’s face. He then ran his finger down the bridge of his nose and along the edge of his jaw, exploring the contours of his face. He brushed his thumb against the exotically long eye lashes, enjoying the way they tickled, then leaned forward and lightly ran his tongue across first the top and then the bottom lip of his man’s most perfect mouth. He jumped in surprise when Stuart spoke. ‘That was a lovely way to wake me up, but it tickled. Pay back time I think, don’t you?’ And so the morning began with laughter and fun. Before long, Stuart had Pete pinned to the floor as he tickled him remorselessly. ‘Stop, stop. I’m gonna piss myself. I’m serious. If you don’t pack it in I will piss myself.’

‘Okay, okay. Come on, I’ll race you to the loo.’

Within minutes, the two of them were standing side by side sharing a much needed morning pee. As boys do, they played the ‘chase each other’s pee around the bowl’ game and then took time to compare the size of their equipment when at rest as opposed to when standing to attention. Both had similar sized dicks no matter what their state of arousal, but it was fun to compare, and as Stuart pointed out, ‘l just like playing with your junk so any excuse is good enough for me!’ They decided to go to a local café for breakfast as they were both very hungry. The café was well known locally for the quality and value for money of its breakfasts, which were served all day, and as a result it was heavily frequented by students. As they entered they were noticed by a few people that they knew, but they wanted to be alone so took a table for two at the back of the café, away from prying eyes. They weren’t ashamed or afraid of being seen together, but the events of the previous night had left them with lots of questions and they wanted to talk quietly with each other. There was also the fact that in their new found glow of trust and love, they didn’t want to share each other just yet. The world would soon enough have to be faced when they returned to uni after the weekend, today was theirs and was precious to them.

They both ordered a full breakfast and a mug of tea then sat looking at each other, smiling and shyly holding each other’s hand across the table but against the wall and behind the menu so that it wasn’t too obvious. They didn’t want any trouble after all.

Stuart broke their silence. ‘Thanks for my present last night. It was the best.’

Pete decided to be playful. ‘The best what?’ Raised eyebrows, cheeky smile.

Stuart took a moment to respond. He looked down at the table, then raising his eyes, looking Pete directly in the face, he said in a voice just loud enough for the next table to hear, ‘The best piece of arse I have ever fucked dear. That’s what.’ Then he smiled sweetly.

The couple at the next table choked on their toast. Thankfully they were both students and were not at all concerned that Pete and Stuart were a couple. The turn in conversation had however somewhat surprised them. Once the good looking man who had almost inhaled his toast and marmalade, had regained his composure, he turned to the boys with a wide smile on his face, ‘You as well eh mate? Me and the girlfriend were just saying the same thing. We had an awesome fuck last night. Good on ya mate. Good on ya.’ The man had a strong Brummie accent which made his utterance sound even more comical, and the four young people laughed companionably.

More quietly, so as not to be overheard, Pete sought reassurance, ‘Was it really okay?’

‘Yes mate it was bloody marvellous. How do you feel? I mean after what you told me, are you alright with everything today?’

Pete beamed at the man sitting opposite. Concern was written all over his face. Without a second thought, he reached out, took Stuart’s free hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed it. ‘Stu I feel great. I can’t believe how good I feel. You’ve made all the bad go away. I just want to make love with you again and again and again. I hope your up for it.’

‘I hope I’m strong enough, I don’t know about anything else. If it’s always as good and energetic as last night you’ll wear me out.’

Breakfast arrived.