“Ooh, baby. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Ooh, yeah. Fill me with that your juice!”
“God, Travis. You have such a tight, beautiful ass. Squeeze me, harder!”
Travis clamped down on my rock-hard dick and, with a final few thrusts, I spewed forth my seed into his hot ass. “Unh, yeah, oh fuuuuuck!” I shouted as my ass muscles squeeze together. My orgasm triggered Travis, who had been pounding his pud. He squeezed my head between his legs as his glistening shaft erupted in a geyser of white, the first gush hitting me in the face, the others falling on his smooth, hairless belly.
Our passions finally spent, I reached behind him, pulling him up toward me. Our lips met and, as my melting cock slipped out of his ass, our tongues wrestled one last time. I could feel his sperm-rich belly rubbing against mine and his weakening erection fade.
“Jesus, that was great,” Travis sighed, falling back on the table. “You really know how to fuck a guy!”
I smiled, rubbing his thighs which were still around my neck. “You were a great fuck, Travis!” I moved my hands down his legs to his crotch; one grabbed his now flaccid penis and stroked it, the other rubbed his man juice into his chest.
“Oh, God. Be careful!” he exclaimed. “Joey’s still pretty sensitive, you know.”
Joey was the nickname he had given his cock. “Joey doesn’t seem to mind that much,” I chuckled as I rubbed my thumb up and down against the underside of its head. I looked down and saw the pool of semen on my belly. “Would you like clean it up?” I asked.
He smiled broadly. “Sure!” He dropped his legs to the floor and squatted down in front of me. Very gently he began stroking me. I sighed. “Talk about sensitive.”
He licked up the last few drops of semen, then rose to feed it to me. I opened my mouth to receive his finger and grabbed his wrist as I sucked my sperm from it. We hugged, and I reached behind him to grab his ass, pulling him tightly against me. Our crotches were both soaked with our ejaculations and sweat and were still highly sensitive from our tremendous orgasm, and their moist union sent thrills through both of us.
* * *
I met Travis in a most unusual way. It was a Tuesday, and I was headed south from Seattle down Highway 99, taking the back route home for a change. I rounded a bend and noticed a hitchhiker ahead. Usually, I don’t pay attention to them and never pick one up, even though some of the guys who hitch are often extremely cute. But this guy . . . I mean, wow. I almost ran into an oncoming car I was so stunned. He was tall, about six feet, and incredibly lanky with bright blond hair and a boyishly cute face. Even so, I might have passed him by, my own caution outweighing my lust. But it was what he was wearing—or, rather, not wearing—that caught my eye and almost gave me whiplash.
Seattle doesn’t usually get extremely hot during the summer, but these were the dogdays of August, and it was 85 degrees that day. It hadn’t rained for over three weeks, so it was dusty, dry, and just plain miserable. Let’s face it, we Seattleites are heat wimps! And here was this guy, standing on the side of the road barefoot, shirtless, and wearing the tightest, shortest jean cut-offs I had ever seen. I mean, you could literally see his assets, those jeans were so tight. How could a red-blooded, horny-as-hell guy like me pass this up?
So, I stopped. He ran up to the passenger-side door. I kept it locked (can’t be too careful, you know) and lowered the electric window. He leaned his elbows on the windowsill, resting his chin on his interlocked hands. I could see straight down his washboard stomach to the small tuft of golden hair underneath his navel, which dove into what there was of his jeans. His nipples were unusually large and brown and were quite erect. His body was tanned and supple, not the body of an athlete at all, but that of someone who was by nature just thin.
“Hi!” he said very casually, as if we had known each other for years. His teeth were pearly white, and he had a hint of stubble on his face. His bright blond hair was of medium length and looked like it hadn’t been washed in a couple of days.
“Hello,” I replied cautiously. “Where are you headed?”
He shrugged. “Where are you going?”
“Home,” I blurted out, not really meaning to say that but too captivated by this Adonis to think straight.
He puckered his beautiful lips for a moment, as if in thought, then replied “That’s close enough for me!” He grinned . . . and captured my heart and soul.
I pushed the unlock button and said, “Hop in!”
His lithe young body slid into my leather passenger seat, and as he sunk down into the comfort of it, spreading his legs, I noticed one of his balls peeking out from its denim prison. “God, air conditioning,” he purred. “It’s so damn hot out there.” He put his hands on the top of his head, pulling his hair back. Under his arms was the lightest blond fuzz.
I took him to be in his early twenties, possibly younger. Red caution flags began waving in my subconscious mind; I’d need to be incredibly careful here. Maybe he wasn’t even gay. Nah, I thought, he’s far too aware of his body and how he’s displaying it. If he isn’t gay my name isn’t James Newcombe. “Hi, my name is James,” I said very politely, offering my hand.
He sat up some, taking my proffered friendship. “Travis,” he said in reply. His handshake was firm, but not hard. “I’m a student at South Seattle Community College . . .” he looked deeply into my eyes, his bright blue pupils overwhelming me “. . . and I’m nineteen, in case you were wondering.”
Yes, he’s legal! I shouted in my head. If this wasn’t a come-on, I don’t know what it was. “So how did you know I was gay?” I asked, deciding to force the issue since he was clearly fishing.
He shrugged his tanned shoulders. “I didn’t. But I figured if you weren’t, you’d steer the conversation somewhere else and, hell, I’d still have a ride. But if you were, I knew you’d be wondering if I was old enough to put the moves on.”
“Whoa, there, partner!” I laughed. “Moves?”
“Oh, come on James,” he grinned. “Your eyes betray you. You think I’m damn hot, and if I’m not mistaken, you’re about ready to bust your zipper.”
Jesus. Not only was he drop-dead handsome, but he was a great seducer. In fact, I could feel a wet spot spreading as my cock strained against my silk boxers.
“And how did you know I was gay, James?” he asked me.
I chuckled. “Let’s see . . . blond, cute, thin, young, practically naked, telling me how old you are up front. Shall I go on?”
“I’m glad I’m so obvious!” he grinned. Then he reached down, unsnapped his shorts, tugged down the zipper, lifted his hips off the seat, and pushed his shorts down around his feet. A magnificent young piece of meat flopped out, then fell back against his stomach. It was surrounded by blond hair so light that it looked like there was none, and presided over two large, round balls in a hairless sac below. “So, you wanna suck this or what, gay boy?”
I gasped. Both because of his incredible beauty and because of his amazing hutzpah. We hadn’t known each other more than a few seconds and he was already inviting me to give him a blow job! “You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“Heat makes me horny.” He reached over and put his hand over my breast. “And when I’m horny, I’m not a happy camper.” His left hand slid down to my belt buckle and quickly slipped behind it, continuing its downward plunge until the base of my stiff cock stopped it. “Ooh, silk boxer shorts,” he exclaimed. “You have good taste.”
I reached across the center console of the care and ran my hand through his blond hair. “You’re really turning me on, Travis,” I whispered.
“Quitcher talkin’ James and wrap your lips around this.” He grabbed himself with his right hand and stroked it to full hardness. It was a glorious eight inches of manhood. “Joey here would like to tickle your tonsils.”
“Joey?” I asked, not sure what he meant.
He grinned again, that electrifyingly cute grin I would grow to know so well. “Yeah. This here is Joey. He introduced him to me. ‘Joey, this is James. He’s going to keep us entertained this afternoon, so be nice to him.’” He slid his hand to the top of his erection and used his thumb and forefinger to open and close his piss slit. “‘Hiya, James,’” he made Joey “say” in a deep voice. “‘Can’t wait to check out that warm, wet tongue of yours.’”
I had never, never in all my life been so incredibly attracted to another man. Travis leaned over and began unbuckling my belt. “Wait,” I panted, not really wanting him to stop. “I know a secluded place off the road just a few blocks up. Let me pull the car in there so we won’t be disturbed.”
It seemed like it took an hour to drive those two blocks. I kept an eye on the road and one eye on Travis, who snuggled down into the leather seat and played with Joey, who seemed to appreciate the attention because he grew harder and harder. Finally arriving, I put the car in park but let it run so the air conditioner could keep us cool.
I leaned over and we kissed, our tongues going crazy inside each other’s mouth. I felt like a dog in heat, and it took me only moments to get out of my clothes. As my erection sprung out from my pants, Travis climbed up on the console and dropped his head into my crotch. I pulled the lever on my adjustable steering wheel to raise it, then hit the button to make the seat recline. Travis was busy sucking my hard-on, making slurping noises like a kid sucking a popsicle, while his other hand was pulling on and prodding my balls.
We’re talking instant orgasm here, for within a few seconds after his warm, wet mouth engulfed me, I came like gangbusters. “Mmm,” he sighed as he swallowed what had to be the biggest ejaculation I had ever made. Not once did he hesitate, and so tightly were his lips wrapped around my shaft that nary a drop leaked out.
I felt myself growing soft inside his mouth, and finally he released me. Without saying a word, he swung his legs over and sat on my chest. Joey was sticking straight out from his crotch, waving toward my face. “Joey says, ‘Eat me,’” he intoned in that low Joey-voice he used. I raised my head, opened my mouth, and Joey plunged in.
My saliva was flowing like a fountain, gushing out of me as I sucked and slobbered all over him. He rode my chest like a cowboy, fucking my face with abandon. Within a matter of moments, he was erupting inside me, and I felt his warm, slick ooze slide down my throat.
When he had finished discharging his passion, he pulled out of me, slid his ass down my chest toward my crotch, and lowered his head. We kissed again, this time sharing the salty essence of each other’s cum.
“Travis?” I asked between tongue lashings.
“Huh?”
“Let’s go to my place.”
He pulled his mouth away from mine and grinned that amazing grin again. “I thought you’d never ask, James.”
* * *
We drove to my place, both of us still nude. Neither of us said a word, but our eyes were locked on each other, anticipating what was to come. Fortunately, I had a garage with a door opener, so we were able to pull in and get out of the car without worrying about being seen naked. By this time, we had both recovered our lust, and our cocks waved proudly in front of us, swinging back and forth as we walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom.
“So, what are you gonna call him?” Travis asked. “‘Old Faithful?’ You ought to, the way he shoots his stuff!” He grinned again, having intuited that this really turned me on.
“‘Old Faithful,’ huh?” I replied. “Sounds good to me.”
“Looks like they’re both ready for some more fun,” Travis said, sitting on the edge of my bed. I moved closer to him, and he took me into his mouth again. I ran my hands through his blond hair, enjoying the sight of him sucking me. He had both hands on my ass, massaging my cheeks and slipping his finger into my crack to explore my hot hole. He looked up, smiling again. “I really want to fuck you, James,” he sighed.
I pushed him back on the bed and jumped up beside him, my face in his crotch and vice versa. We slobbered each other for several minutes. Travis was obviously enjoying me, and I him. Then I felt him pull away from me and spread my cheeks. Moments later his tongue was assaulting my fuck hole, pushing itself in. It was electrifying, and my cock grew even harder.
Before I knew it, I was on my stomach and Travis was on top of me, his dick rubbing up and down my cheeks. He reached into my nightstand, assuming he'd find some lube. He did, pulled it out, and squeezed some onto himself. I watched him over my shoulder. There’s nothing like the anticipation of watching a guy get his dick ready to plunge Inside you.
I raised my ass slightly. “Go for it, Travis,” I hissed. And soon I felt Joey pushing into me. As Joey slid in and out, bumping against my prostate, pressing my body into the bedspread underneath us, I thought for sure I’d blow again. But I managed to control myself.
Travis had his hands underneath me around my breasts, tweaking my nipples. He buried his face in my neck, nibbling, and licking. All the while he was pumping me, deeper and deeper. I could tell by his breathing that he was ready to cum. “Go ahead, Joey. Fill my gut with your cream.”
“Gawd, Gaaaaaaawd. I’m cumming. I’m cuuuuuming!” he cried, and I felt his body go rigid and Joey thrust as deep inside me as he could. Travis’ hands slid down around my stomach, and he pulled my waist up as he shot inside of me. “Unh, Unh, Unh,” he kept sighing, like a fuck-mantra until, finally spent, he went limp on top of me. I could feel Joey shrinking inside of me—he must have been really tired by now! Soon he slipped out and pushed down behind my balls.
I rolled Travis over and off me; he fell back onto the bed. Joey was completely flaccid now; the tip of the condom oozed with a jewel of his beautiful white cream. I reached down put my finger on It, then brought it up to Travis’ face. “Hungry?” I asked. He grinned (oh God, that grin) and nodded yes. I put it into his gaping mouth, spilling part of it onto his chin where it dribbled onto his neck. He reached up and rubbed it over him like some sort of lotion.
“James?” he asked softly, licking his beautiful, pouty lips.
“Yes.”
“Take me. Fuck me. Make me scream.”
I smiled. “You bet, Travis. You bet.” I grabbed his hand and led him out to the dining room table where I pushed him back. He raised his legs and put them on my neck, watching me as I prepared “Old Faithful” for its fun. And you know the rest. I fucked him until he screamed.
* * *
Travis, I found out, wasn’t from the area and was staying temporarily with a friend. When I invited him to move in with me, he didn’t even stop to think about it. To this day we are lovers—he finished school and now works for a major accounting firm. Boy, does he look good in a three-piece suit…and without one!
