it, and it wasn’t rough or rubbery like my own thick cock skin. The shaft ended in a small, glossy tuft of blond pubic hair that barely curled because it was so fine.
When my hand was nice and wet with a big wad of my spit, I worked my fingers up and down the head and shaft of Peter’s cock. I got it lubed up and slippery, and started to jack him off—but gently. He was moaning pretty loudly and his eyelids were fluttering, but I didn’t want him to come yet. Not before I’d had a little more fun.
I pretty much had him where I wanted at this point. His muscles were twitching involuntarily, and he had laid his sopping wet head down on my chest as his breathing became more and more uneven.
“Not yet,” I teased.
He lifted his head and looked up at me, grinning. My cock was completely solid and straining to be sucked, so I rolled Peter over and climbed on top of him.
I sat my ass down on his crotch so that our nutsacks were rubbing up against one another. Mine was tight and pulled up close to my body from the stimulation. I had a few coarse dark hairs covering it. But Peter had a beautiful pair of low-hangers—two perfect globes swinging at the bottom of his huge velvety sack. As I swiveled my hips back and forth, our balls tickled one another and we both gasped.
I leaned forward so that my cock was pressed flat against his. Mine was a little shorter, but thicker than his, and the friction that I generated as I swayed back and forth on his hips felt as if I were kindling a fire with our two dicks. We both sighed with pleasure. But I still wasn’t ready.
I sat up on my knees and scooted up Peter’s body so that my cock was level with his face.
“Ever suck cock before, swim boy?” I asked, half joking.
But Peter was completely serious. “No,” he answered. “But will you let me?” He curled his lips back to show me his perfect, straight white teeth and his pink curling tongue.
“Get started,” I said, ramming almost my entire cock into his mouth. I did it to be cruel a little bit and to show him who was in charge. I might have been smaller and not as strong, but he was going to do what I wanted.
Peter spluttered and gagged when my cock punched into the back of his throat, but he didn’t spit it out and he didn’t complain. His eyes started to water as he greedily slurped on my cock, keeping it rammed all the way down his throat as he sucked for all he was worth and used his tongue to lap at the bottom of my shaft.
I nearly lost it, looking down at him working away at my member. But I looked back and saw that Peter’s cock was starting to go limp, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth with a big sucking pop sound, and turned around to work on him. I took tiny teasing swipes at the tip of his cock with my tongue, coaxing it back into life. As soon as it began to stir, I ran my tongue gently up and down the sides and bottom, making it twitch.
Meanwhile, I moved my own hips so that my junk was dangling right over Peter’s mouth. He was a quick study and before I knew it, we were both working on each other at once. As soon as he had gotten comfortable running his mouth up and down my penis, I started to pump my hips gently, fucking his mouth. He got it, and stopped moving his head so that I could thrust at my own rhythm, delving deeper and deeper into his soft throat tissue. He gave me a little surprise when he started playing with my asshole, first with one finger, then with two. He had gotten them all wet with his spit and he was being so gentle that it felt heavenly. I was pretty tight to start with—after all, I’d had sex only a handful of times by then and my asshole wasn’t broken in by any standards. But he was so sweet, giving my ass crack a little finger massage and tentatively delving into my fleshy little pink rosebud that I started to wiggle my ass a little to let him know I liked it.
I could tell he liked it, too, because his cock got positively enormous and was oozing precum like a leaky spigot. I didn’t mind, though, because his jizz was mild and liquid, with just the faintest taste of salt as it slid down my throat.
I knew I didn’t have much longer before I was going to come, and I could tell Peter didn’t, either, so I pulled myself off him and turned to face him, laying my body along his so that our sweat and precum mingled on our stomachs.
In the gloaming I could just barely make out his sweet, open features, but I could tell he was happy. I had to ask.
“You’re a virgin, right?” I asked.
“What?” he said, suddenly alarmed and sitting up.
“It’s okay, I’m a virgin, too. Or, I’ve never been with a girl, and I’ve only had protected sex with guys. I’m HIV negative.”
“Oh. That’s…”
I was getting impatient, though, and I kept going, “I’m only asking because I want you to fuck me. I’m going to come any minute, and I want you to be fucking me when I do it.”
“Wow,” was all Peter could muster.
“Yeah,” I said. “So that’s why I was asking. You’re a virgin, right? You’ve never had sex with anyone?”
“Just my high school girlfriend,” he admitted sheepishly.
“And you’ve been tested since then?”
“Yeah, before I came to college, but I haven’t…”
“Me, neither,” I said, “so it’s okay if we fuck bareback.”
“Bareback?”
I smiled and said knowingly, “Oh, Peter, you have so much to learn. I’ll show you.”
He still looked puzzled as I turned back away from him to see how his cock was doing. It’s a good thing we were young, because even after such a sobering conversation, his soldier was completely at attention. And thanks to my efforts, it was covered in copious amounts of slobbery spit.
I placed a leg on either side of his, straddling him with my ass right over his cock. I held it straight up like a spear as I gently lowered my hindquarters onto it. It was bigger than I’d thought, and the head was round and wide. It took a little effort and deep breathing on my part, but as soon as I got that big mushroom head past my sphincter, I relaxed and it was smooth sailing. In a moment, I had slid almost his entire shaft up into my anal cavity. I tensed my ass muscles around it so that the head of his prick poked at my prostate and sent shivers up my spine. I looked down at Peter’s face again to see that his eyes had rolled back in his head and his eyelids were fluttering again. With each new movement, he was groaning at full voice like I was pulling the orgasm out of him.
Slowly at first, since I was still new at this myself, I started to bounce up and down on his cock. I relaxed my asshole as much as I could so that I could move faster and faster. With each swivel, my ass enveloped more and more of his rod until it was balls deep into me. Peter’s cock was definitely the biggest I’d fucked at that point, and it hurt a little, but it felt so good that I couldn’t stop. The friction of his cock in my anus was almost too much to bear, and it got both better and worse as Peter started to catch on. I started to whimper a little with the mingled ache and ecstasy as he stretched the taut skin of my asshole with his sturdy shaft. I started to tug at my cock, working my hand up and down it as I came closer and closer to coming. We were both working together toward something now.
He thrust his ass up and down in time with my own pulsing, so that his rod plunged into me as deep as it would go, as fast as it would go. We were soon a single, breathless entity thrusting and rocking and clinging to each other at a furious pace as we approached the thrilling rush of orgasm.
All at once, Peter started emitting shallow, feral grunts. Through a clenched jaw, he managed to growl, “Arghhg, I’m going to come, I’m going to come!”
“Yeah, come in me!” I shouted back, pulling my own cock harder. I was going to explode at any moment, and I wanted to feel Peter’s man juice in me as I did.
Suddenly Peter’s body went as stiff as a plank and his hips bucked up with a tremendous force, sending his cock all the way into me.
I couldn’t